I grab a piece of paper and I began drafting a nonsense article about my messy life. I shed saline fluids as it moves through my cheeks while carefully catching to every memory. I was brought to a deep slumber until I awakened up the next morning and I was still looking for another piece of paper and write again. It became my precious venue to unleash all my thoughts until one day, I didn’t serve anything except that I write and just write.
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Revealing the beauty and truth of life through the eyes of our elders.
Welcome back to the Senior Salon. I am so excited about the huge amount of talent that has come together to share their artistic vision. It is my pleasure to invite you once again to link your blog to mine today and reveal your artistic creations in any field: fiction writing, nonfiction, poetry, photography, painting, pottery, cooking.
I want to mention to anyone who is reading this, that you do not need an special invitation from me to participate. Please feel free to add your link and join in the fun.
After linking to this blog, in the true spirit of a salon, please take the time to read someone else’s blog and comment and offer encouragement on their artistic endeavors.
We have walked our…
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When I was a child, I could fly
you and I hopped in dirt-road afternoons
faithful
and the dust-wind flung us over seas of wheat
scuffed shoes skimming the feathered awns
we whipped around the corners of the barn
in a home-sewn world of farm-hewn hands
our secret futures soared
In the veins of my hands
the blue brooks of time stream by
Somewhere on the way, I unlearned how to fly
and trod worn paths through autumn’s lea
snapped night’s brittle ice
shards of fractured faith
glinting in my wake
Today’s morning purls in plumrose
cast on a withering season’s stark debris
spangled with winter’s gilded rime
a new path of violet ice wends to the horizon
fragile, fissured, a wish yet unbroken
my secret future soars
faithful
and I wonder if I might fly
one last time
This attempt at poetry was in response to Sue…
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Must we really
gird up against
those cold, gray skies
bag up the hours
recycling them into
the same old hassle
world strung from a tassel
candy coating liars gloating
oh, but here they are
in new outfits
smiling like all of us
are not caught
in the hamster wheel
a new season
with the same tired faces
now fraught
with icy drafts
enveloped by cold shrugs
letting frosty winter
with its frozen chill
cut right into
these hollow bones
Phoebe Lee walking towards an anchored ship during sunset | Bintan Island, Indonesia
Pictured here is an Australia-based travel writer and blogger (at Little Grey Box), Phoebe Lee. She was photographed on a GoPro while walking towards a ship anchored at Bintan Island in Indonesia during sunset.
Here is your chance to win an all expenses paid trip for two to Bali. Take the Quiz Now at http://wonderful.indonesia.travel/tripofwonders/
Thankful to Wonderful Indonesia and the Indonesian Ministry of Tourism for a great opportunity to see Indonesia.
Ancien Hippie 