Writing is an emotional bunker to which I retreat to protect myself from the war zone of life. Brown, short tufts,. Earth meets hoary blue,. I could not write to describe you. Much as I desired to ascribe to you,. The winter and the fall in leaves of thoughts,. All my literary plans tied in frustrating knots,.

Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams. As some of you may remember, I have a few candy dishes on the bookcase near the door to my office. As I was refilling the dishes last Monday, thanks to a sale at Target, one of my.

Overcast, subdued, a preview of Fall. Fills the air with a sense of silence,. Even as emerald swathes the hills. It is easy to picture Maples. Wild geese will soon vee, merely ritual,. Now they winter here, comfortable. With abundant corn, greens grown for their. Like this world waiting for Technicolor. Of turning leaves, dying vines, pumpkins.

Princess architect a queen in the making. A queen in the making. Tuesday, 4 August 2015. Tuesday, 4 August 2015. Arrived back from holiday in France, yes, we were affected by the trouble in Calais but not so much to spoil h.

Daily Thoughts and Meditations as we journey together with our Lord. John said He came to save not condemn. Paul said it is His kindness that leads people to repentance. Some decisions that look so brilliant in the moment will look quite different once we see the bigger picture.

If you want to be a hero well just follow me. I woke up with no memory. All alone in my bed. I stared at the mirror. A strange feeling in my head. An ant crawled up to me. You must be The Giant Ant. She led me to her home. Too small for me to fit in. She gave me a potion. To help me slip in. I drank it all at once. I remained a giant ant.

Inspiring personal growth through poetry and writing. Sign up for a newsletter. Is made of tears,. No bricks, no wals. And recklessly try to climb. But day retreats, cowardly, in guilt,. Quilted with shy stars and mourning moon. And I say, restore and watch. Like fireflies caught in the rain. Distant, but intense,. Snow rolls in between breasts. Of this curvy city,.

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L T Garvin, Author. Since poetry is usually meant to be read aloud, please note an audio file button at the end of each poem, so you can hear me read it.

Where all the trash in my head pours out as poetry. For nominating me for this challenge. I have never written a quote on my blog yet so thanks for the opportunity. Illl post the next quote in the next few days. The rules of the challenge are-. 1Three quotes for three days. 3Thank the person who nominated you. This is my first quote-.