Tag: Life
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A Crown of Feathers
She wore a crown of feathers and some did think her mad, she wore a crown of feathers to remind her that she had, learnt not to resist the subtle twists of life. She wore a crown of feathers upon her short grey hair, and what they thought of her she did not care, because…
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Life Update …
The fire has retreated somewhat, sulking in the cooler weather of the last 2 weeks. I have been back in my own home for the last 12 days. My cast comes off my broken ankle on Monday (hopefully). The cat is still missing, but I am hoping she has found a home she likes better.…
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“On This Day” Repost – A Poem about a Cow and a Wedding
You can find the original here, if you are so minded, or simply read on. ************************************* I milked the cow in the morning, on the day that I was wed, a daily chore I deemed worth doing, which made me rise, extra early from my bed. The comforting sound of chewing, her flank so warm,…
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A Year Old Thought
Dear old FB, tonight it reminded me of a post I made a year ago, and after pondering it a little while, well, actually about 1 microt (and if you don’t know what a microt is, shame on you – go watch Farscape immediately), I actually realised it was a telling statement on my life…
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If you went down to the woods today
If you went down to the woods today, did you walk in sunshine or stand in the shadow? If you went down to the woods today, did you dance in the leaves or recline in the wallow? If you went down to the woods today, did you walk on the wide or step on…
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Monday Musing – Diversity
is the flower that blooms this year the same as last years glory? I think not grown from the same stock but shaped by time and season each bud born original and new so why not people too. © ceenoa
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Flash Flood
Like a flash flood in the desert, I feel the oncoming rumble in my bones, before the groundswell hits. Engulfed, I struggle to breathe, not knowing which way is up or down, tumbling with the fierce tide pounding me. An eternity, in a moment of white noise, trying to ride the wave until it dissipates,…
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I have no idea what this poem means
You cannot heal me with your broken words, smothered by your good intentions all renewal withers. I shall be well when the taste of life explodes in my heart like sherbet on a tongue. I am not your responsibility, I am my own I cultivate my own garden and what pleases me shall flourish you…
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I walked into the valley
A poem from long, long ago … I walked into the valley I reached up to the skies I bubbled over laughing despairingly I cried you saw where I was broken you touched and made me whole for nothing more than everything I offered up my soul © ceenoa
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Promise
When life closes in all around me you are the light that enfolds me sheltering me in your radiant warmth cocooning me safely from each passing storm fulfilling the vows of our promise day to love each for ever, always © ceenoa
Ceenoa 
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