Tag: poetry
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On The Mirror.
. . . SnapDragon originally posted this on Wise & Shine, formerly known as Pointless Overthinking. . . . Like an elusive vapor, my reflection floats, then gently fades before my eyes. Like a favorite novel, its binding and its pages warp with the inevitable passing of time. Yet its story–its spirit–stays the same. . […]
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On The Dark.
SnapDragon originally posted this on Wise & Shine, formerly known as Pointless Overthinking. . . . I’m afraid of the dark. Like, for real. And it’s not because I think there are trolls in the basement, or Civil War ghosts in the attic. (But—ahem—now that I’ve revived that thought, I might crawl into bed even earlier tonight.) […]
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My Hands.
My hands are quite small. They have been through a lot in their 35 years. Pleasure and pain. Work. Life. They’ve learned musical instruments. They’ve pretty much perfected the art of chalkboard writing. They’ve sliced bananas and watermelons galore. They’ve boasted ridiculous acrylic nails; antique diamonds; tender callouses from part-time jobs. They’ve slapped the steering […]
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Snippets of Summer.
Sweet Summer: It is making its slow, inevitable disappearance. And while I truly do enjoy all four seasons, I must admit I’m more than ready for fall. Bring on the cardigans; bring on the pumpkins. Let us north-easterners dry off our sweaty summer armpits and rejoice in the brisk autumn winds. But Snap, you’re getting […]
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Sometimes.
All The Senses. . . . Sometimes when I’m freshly showered, with a spattering of lip gloss and my legs cat-curled up under, I feel a distant memory blooming. The air in my nose feels fresh, sharp. There’s a whimsy, an eyelash curl, a playground smile. I wash my hands in scalding water to kick-start […]
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Shh.
Just Another Day in Paradise, Yo. . . . Hi. How are you, Dear Reader? How do you feel today: body, mind, and soul? Pause. Think. Answer honestly. Me? I’m doing just fine, thanks. I’m currently sitting on our RV love seat, clicking past the miles somewhere between Ohio and Indiana. Sweet Baby Snap is […]
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Wait Awhile.
A Weirdo, Cerebral Reflection from Yours Truly. . . . Wouldn’t it be something if our every thought could be documented? Like, our dreams could be stored away in The Vault of Complete Memories, which I visualize as a rather Soviet-looking building, filled with hundreds of books and videotapes. Every dream, pondering, or musing filed […]
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Last Gasp.
Oh, Winter. I do love you. . . . There’s something about the last gasp of winter that I absolutely adore. Because even though it’s technically springtime–what with the equinox being over and all–we northeastern folks know that pretty much doesn’t mean shit. And while there are usually a handful of truly glorious, 70-degree days […]
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Today.
(rips a fresh slice of paper out of a spiral-bound notebook) . . . 1. Mind Shh. Quiet Time. Listen to the birds; listen to the leaves. Remind yourself that you are enough. In fact, you’re more than enough: you’re wonderful. 2. Body Water, all around. Drink it in, splash it on. Rinse those worries […]
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A Welcome Breeze.
This & That from Yours Truly. . . . Hi! And greetings from my parked car. I’ve got the AC chilling on low, Toddler Snap snoozing in his car seat, and a pumpkin iced latte within reach. Each sip reminds me of pleasant fall mornings in my classroom. Singing along with Regina Spektor as I […]
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