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Month: November 2017

By DD Posted on November 30, 2017November 30, 2017

Light is not Dancing

Rose dances the tango for the sun

Categories: PoetryTags: bear, cedar, dance, light, owl, raven, rose, shadow
By DD Posted on November 28, 2017

They

  They took the words out of her, imprisoned behind scars and threats.   They told her she was wrong, that she might be crazy, when she told them the … Continue reading They

Categories: PoetryTags: family, November, November poem, stones, writing
By DD Posted on November 28, 2017

November 11, Remembrance Day

  I have performed my act of remembrance, as I am required. I have remembered the fallen soldiers and those who remain behind to mourn. I have watched the Governor … Continue reading November 11, Remembrance Day

Categories: PoetryTags: drumming, November, November poem, remembrance, stones, teacher
By DD Posted on November 23, 2017November 23, 2017

Speaking with Wren

I wish I’d had a conversation with you, Wren.

Categories: PoetryTags: birds, border, boundary, camera, conversation, Earth, November, November poem, photograph, portrait, wren
By DD Posted on November 14, 2017

Voice of the Ancient One

When you speak with me, you hear the stories of the spheres,

Categories: PoetryTags: Ancient One, drum, Story, voice
By DD Posted on November 11, 2017

Theories about Stories

The stories are living and breathing. The stories are in dreams.

Categories: Poetry, StoryTags: history, Story, Theories, writing
By DD Posted on November 9, 2017

Sea Journey

. . .I shall journey in my copper-sided, fish-shaped coffin . . .

Categories: PoetryTags: coffin, death, decomposition, Earth, fish, sea
By DD Posted on November 9, 2017November 11, 2017

The Blue Lady

. . .I was always young. Demure, but sprightly, ready to dance gaily if the fifes and drums, or the fiddle struck up a springtime dance. . . .

Categories: Fiction, StoryTags: Blue Lady, dinner, family, history, moving, party, Royal Doulton, Story, writing

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