~
i rip words off of tattered pages
then
spill them on unblemished paper
and
what is left
are
bits
and
parts
of
me
~
what i write is not always pretty ~
it cannot be
because
i am not
but
what i do write is real ~
~ it is real ~
~ it is who i am ~
~ it is me ~
~
~
She dreams of Spring
Our lovely PINK friend Brenda is busy being SUPER MOM
I know she LOVES her Spring flowers. I love that about her!
She dreams of Spring
Our lovely PINK friend Brenda is busy being SUPER MOM
I know she LOVES her Spring flowers. I love that about her!
An Ode to Thee would Shine in Splendid Language,
If Language were as Splendid as Thou Art,
But failing to Catch the Splendor of Thy Visage,
I Shall Stay my hand from making the feeble start.
For when those words profane Thy Beauty’s Splendor,
And cast a shadow to Thy Splendid Name,
Cursed be the Hand that wrote such vile stanzas,
For words could Thy Splendor Never Tame.
Yet if such Splendor could in mere words be Praised,
And Given Illustrious Glimmer by my Hand,
Then let this Heart filled with Thy Splendor’s Virtue
Be over Zealous in writing, Profuse and Grand.
Thy Splendor’s Might is All This Heart Does Know
And All by feeble Attempt, This Hand to Show.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Cindy Grundsten
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