Cornish pasties, the ones my father used to make when I was a child, were the one thing I craved while carrying my first child. Something in the taste of ground beef, sliced potato, and onion, wrapped in a flaky crust and seasoned just right, called to me. Except my father had long since misplaced […]
The art of listening, best taught by the family pooch –ears attuned to nuances, carefully weed throughhuman gibberish for words that resonate:treat, dinner, walk, cuddles… Those eyes challenge, invite compassionconvey a depth beyond understandingand when tone turns impatient,little paws retreat, as if words are blows. If only I could learn to listen,hear the workings of […]
Bald Eagle having a dip (For Bird Weekly challenge: birds of prey. Featured image is a Red-Tailed hawk escaping my lens.)
Very powerful! So well penned! ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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Very well written.
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Thank you.
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Very well written.
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Thank you!
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Welcome, dear.
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Sometimes the most hurtful things can be the best thing that ever happened to us – well captured in this poem.
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Exactly, Heather. Thanks.
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My pleasure.
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I especially love the last two lines.
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Thank you!
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A painful liberation, but liberation nonetheless. I think your poem speaks for many women’s experience.
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I’m sure it does. Thanks Liz.
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Wow! What a finale!
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Thanks Eugi!
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Most welcome!
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