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The day is everything.
If I get to hear the wind performing its howl for me in my apartment, I am delighted.
Nature's magic has not been wasted on this grain of sand, this day.
by Linda G.
What's Right with Life?
I’ve learned that I will not always be the same – and I guess I don’t have to.
This poem was written as a collaborative effort by the Poetry Class. The lesson was on how to mine for words to improve poetry.
Food by The Live Muses Society
Step into the kitchen, and by the nose
remember; sweet scents of dwellings,
Thoughts of comfort to compose.
Memories emerge, like a rivers headspring
Return to family, friends, and home
reunions, thoughts of spring and summer.
In the journey of thought, we do roam,
Recalling aromas that stir distant murmurs
Of sharp spices, savory sauces, like families, jumbled
To sweet holidays, abundant family communion
Visions of loved ones and me, I am warmly humbled
By its invitation, reminding me I am human
Life's Journey invites all of us to the table and eat
Baking and roasting is done, come on over, have a seat.
To write a poem worth reading requires self-disclosure.
Beyond my comfort zone.
Yet it's just me and my little book with pieces of my heart exposed.
I'm okay with knowing all of me because we're all the same I think.
Humans, so complex, full of joy and fear and doubt.
And lots of "if only"s. Although I reject "if only", my mind still dances through that phrase, then quickly moves to this one day ahead.
Sometimes I dwell in bittersweet regret but not for long.
Melancholia is not my style
I prefer thoughts that make me smile.
by Linda G.
Group Collaboration - Members contribute one sentence at a time to form logical expression.
|A little cold,|
The promise of sunrise in Chelsea, Manhattan,
From the window, the streets look like
canyons. In the warm cozy room
Two American Dames. Sisters,
Preparing to watch a royal family
A biracial woman, Solitary but royal in purpose
And spirit, to her Prince.
The sisters titled themselves.
Two American Ladies in Waiting
A Fantasy Peerage Partaking in Celebration
The New Yorkers were properly prepared
They had their
They Dined on tuna,
Tea oh’ the tea!
Rich with the flavor of
Earl gray and honey
Food, the fragrance of brisk morning
They were dressed in their finest
A dream of Spring hats, white laced gloves, for the tea of course,
The dresses were elegant, tailored, but in reality silk pajamas.
|A pullout comfy sofa|
was their second-row seat
in Saint Georges Chapel.
Saving, of course, the front row
For the Queen's view.
The Ladies wined and dined observing on the Tellie
The arrival of American Royalty
Oprah, George and Amahl, and warrior Serena.
Britain’s other Royalty; Sir Elton, David, and Posh and Dame Helen of Miren.
The Bride arrived.
The Dames were excited, elated.
As she glided up the steps,
Twin uniformed boys lifting
Her gossamer train
Embroidered with National flowers,
The New York Dames
Glanced at each other with tears.
Thy felt Elation,
The felt uplifted
They smiled for the Couple
In a room, on a canyoned street
On the Isle of Manhattan
On a chilly Day in May.
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