Tag: Poetry
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Sassy Orchids – My Art Exhibition Self Challenge
Sassy orchids when life is a bore and you want something more get out your plates and ring up some mates load the board up and fill up your cup ’cause a serving of sass helps the time to pass. © Ceenoa
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Burn Bright – My Art Exhibition Self Challenge
Burn bright, but slowly allow the flame to light your world with warmth and as embers glow tend them gently so the spark remains till end of day © Ceenoa
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Dance – My Art Exhibition Self Challenge
Dance when the breeze ruffles the grass can you see the graceful dance? a gentle waltz, the dip and sway, a stately pavane, or just winds play? © Ceenoa
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Red Land – My Art Exhibition Self Challenge
Red Land I am the heart in heat and rock unyielding, yet giving gently bound in a timeless land generations waiting to be heard to be seen Redland © Ceenoa
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Lady of Bones – My Art Exhibition Self Challenge
My joint art exhibition with my sister has been absolutely fantastic so far. I have made a nice amount of sales and met some interesting people and had lovely conversations. In the quiet time between visitors one day, I decided to challenge myself to write a piece about each art work I have sold –…
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quietly she falls
quietly she falls her darkness soft and silky crescent moon to comfort till stars shine quietly she falls © ceenoa
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Weathering the Years
Looking through some old words for something to post, and reading this one triggered some new ones ******************************************************* The weather won’t let me forget you the seasons bring reminders the quality of light or a perfume on the air trigger memories of times gone by and I am almost back there ©ceenoa The…
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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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Passing Through
you pass through like sunrise behind clouds you pass through in smoke on autumn air you pass through when wind ripples across sand elusive and ephemeral and whole worlds birth and die as you pass through © ceenoa
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No Alcohol was Involved
i broke my ankle on New Years Eve, on a simple attempt to cross the street. my feet moved off before my head, and so i tripped right off the edge. I broke both bones in my left leg, “we’ll call an ambulance” they said, but 2 hours later I still waited getting more agitated.…
Ceenoa 
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