“If you smell juice,”
Mother said,
“Do, please put on shine,
and whisper at me –
am having beauty sleep,
rusting from the sun.”
Together, when days cool,
or there about,
life be that still.
(Another magnetic poetry poem. Play online.)
Finding the odd among the ordinary
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
I am not an expert, and I don't care that you want me to be one.
Dream - Believe - Create
EVERY HEART HOLDS A STORY...
Photography, memoirs, random thoughts.
In Greek mythology, Cassandra was a cursed prophetess. She was gifted with prophecy but the curse ensured her predictions would never be believed. Not that it stopped her from speaking out. It behoves all of us to speak out about what is wrong but also about what is right. We can do that in our creativity whether it be prose, poetry or painting. What matters is the message.
Poetry from Paul Mortimer
Whimsical & Capricious Chatter
Formerly known as Far Out in Africa. This is where I document life as experienced by me
A picture tells a thousand stories!
Discovering the joy of art
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Photographs taken with a point-and-shoot camera journaling everyday life in Central Massachusetts and beyond.
Poetry...in Motion
Wow, gorgeous and evocative.
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Thank you!
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Most welcome.
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This poem made me think of my mother, and her love of napping in the sun, sheltering from the wind, and ending up with sunstroke. I think it was the line “am having beauty sleep, rusting from the sun” I like that magnetic poetry, thank for introducing it to me.
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It is fun…looking forward to reading your creations. We should start a magnetic poetry Friday, or something, lol.
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That could be fun!
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