Tag Archives: prose poem

Today on Diction’s Grounds

  Today is a day to write. To right the world with writing. To sit for a moment and let your inklings Cycle in and out, in breaths of meditation. To listen through each space and line For a voice … Continue reading

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Thoughts on thoughts (of Mary Oliver)

“Foolishness, No It’s Not” by Mary Oliver “Sometimes I spend all day trying to count the leaves on a single tree. To do this I have to climb branch by branch and write down the numbers in a little book. … Continue reading

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A poem and a quote for this day

Dear sunshine, steal my soul today. Take me to warm utopia, where on a throne of grass I lay, sweet birdsongs passing by and by and by… and time is no concern of mine. Just the pure pleasure of the … Continue reading

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All Too Beautiful

It is all too beautiful. I indulge in it, content, then I fall into despair. I don’t know how or why but that it is all too beautiful. My soul can’t stand to just taste it, for all that this … Continue reading

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