rose bud bloom
decided on its own colour
catching random raindrops
she danced each spring
a calla lily
ivory water cup
opens like a scroll
makes my heart sing
dry dusty petals
always winter
a ballerina once
no longer remembering
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a swan song
the seasons changed her dance
robbed of her wings
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Books by author Diana Coombes
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Poetry by Mich
FOR READERS AND ASPIRING WRITERS
Everyday musings ....Life as I see it.......my space, my reflections and thoughts !!
From Board Books to Clean YA
Cherishing the Past while Celebrating the Present
FROM ONE PARENT TO ANOTHER
Living life with dissociative identity disorder and complex ptsd
penned in moon dust 
Much is lost with Alzheimer for both the patient and the family.
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Great poem; I wish I could write like that
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Thank you. My wife’s mother passed away due to Alzheimer’s Disease. God bless you.
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so sorry for your loss. This disease takes so much but one thing it cannot take love away!
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Beautiful poetry x
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Beautiful poem and a cause behind it that we need to be more aware of. One day our world can be colourful, and another not so. Best wishes, Leslie.
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An apt description, Leslie. My mom had dementia. Such an emptying disease.
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