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Metamophosis

Pressure Creates diamonds From the black stone Within Heat Forges a weapon From A simple piece of tin A chrysalis Transforms the Caterpillar Giving it wings The swan, an ugly duckling With all that it sings For every tough Or difficult move Something better Awaits you- Your personal truth
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Underwater slow motion
I’m dreaming of the weekend, Wondering if I’ll get to sleep in, or do a thousand things instead. My soul is a lead balloon dragging me down, in to the still channels Where the fish float by Examining me with their large, unbelieving eyes. Confused to see the surface dweller Within their midst. I shake…
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Tuesday times two

I’m not sure how it’s only Tuesday. Once again, I’ve been confronted with the reason I dislike taking time off. It’s because every time I return, I find myself doing the same amount of work in one day that should have been spread over two. It made me take a step back, and consider what…
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Life and the fall of summer
Another month gone, the summer draws to a close. I see the leaves changing, yellow and orange appearing as though the green was dipped in paint, An art project one of my kids left out to dry. The summer was so short and now again I feel the chill in the mornings, barely above freezing…
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Dreams of the Milky Way

Some times I’d like to run away and not look back Catch a ship somewhere, Ride until the sky turns black Amongst the heavens I’d chart my course steering by the stars, The ocean would sing its song Between Jupiter and Mars The ship will travel on a dream I’ll never lack for company The…
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Midweek musings

I took last night off my blog. I’d thought about writing, then deliberately made the choice not to. My year of blogging dangerously was over months ago, but I’m happy to find that it has remained a valuable part of my day, on most days, at least. Yesterday however, was not one of those days.…
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Thoughts on an open road

Memory is a funny thing; It feels like just yesterday when I last made the drive, back and forth through the never-ending prairie skies Today they were overcast and grey, Sometimes the sun shone down, Sometimes the rain was in my way. My thoughts ran rampant, Steering their own destiny as we drove So many…
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Wednesday’s child

Are we there yet? The week screams in my ear Like a small child When the trip is taking too long My eyes are gritty and I yawn Too much laundry Too much to clean Too much work to do And not enough time I wonder if a longer week Would be a blessing, Or…


