August 1, 2011 by elisabethbee. I did not get to fish last year but three times my summer was taken up by other tasks. Not only that but the first time I did my car was broken into. Even this summer I have been occupied with getting my house ready to try and sell in the most depressed housing market of the century.

Full of hydrangeas, mauve petals of hydrangeas. Through the open window, the whine of mosquitoes,. The rumble of distant bullfrogs.

Poetry about family and everyday things. As I walked in the graveyard. Like I so often do. I found a small headstone. With an old Concrete shoe. It seemed to be worn from. Time spent on top of a stone. Yet it seemed to fit perfect. Like it felt right at home. I thought of the strong winds. That did not make it fall. The snow and the ice storms. The rain and sunshine it saw. I thought of the days. After days that it stood. On a hill all alone.

My little poetry corner, shared with the world. Sail Away- A Short Story. I remember getting dressed at your place the morning of my birthday and the zipper on the back of my skirt was slightly open and you stopped me and pulled the zipper up and then kissed the back of my head. Shallow Parts of Your Ocean.

On a trip off-mountain I picked up his. Mid August at Sourdough Lookout. Down Valley a smoke haze. Three days heat, after five days rain. Pitch glows on the fir-cones. I cannot remember things I once read. A few friends, but they are in cities,. Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup.

A GHOST IN THE FOREST. The ghost in the forest hypothesis states that if you remove an organism from an ecosystem, it will affect other organisms that relied on that organism for their survival. The area where this organism once inhabited will act as a dead zone. The diversity in species will be greatly reduced. An 81 degree day,. And a ghost in the oil,.

I turn without a sound. My path is paved with blue. My toes keep cutting through. There is no other way. I will get there today. Tagged a poem a day. I frame our world with. Tagged a poem a day.

June 16, 2010 by Rigo. How do you love? June 16, 2010 by Rigo. In a museum, children openly gaze upon the. Landscapes, ships, and gleaming steel sculptures. Paintings unfold their love, layer after layer in blue oil. Paint, cool aluminum cases, cascading linen sheets. Is your love crisp blue and rocket red, a right L,.

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To make you immortal,. The smell of coffee,. I have to remind myself.