Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. I began my blog 2010.
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Not Just A Cup
Not Just a Cup Southern born Not a tea drinker Always coffee For me Although I often find Bitter taste Of the dark brew A bit muc...
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Not Just a Cup Southern born Not a tea drinker Always coffee For me Although I often find Bitter taste Of the dark brew A bit muc...
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A Piece of Yarn i opened the door startled a pair of fly catchers they flew in unison a perfect circle... then another ...
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I followed a link from my magpie collection and I'm so happy I did that this morning. your blog is precisely what I was looking for, and I didn't even know it. can I come visit you in NM and stay awhile???? :) I hope you have a really grand Sunday.
I know Annell. The moon was beautiful comin up over my mountains too, but the world's events are so sad. Lovely poem.
"Hammered disk of
Polished gold"
You described the moon so beautifully Annell, I tried to get a photo last night to capture its beauty but they didn't come out very well at all, your words said what the image I was trying to capture would have. :-)
Thanks for linking to I Saw Sunday.
I saw that moon last night and had similar thoughts.......it was so beautiful and serene, everything down here in fear and discord. Good one, Annell.
Beautiful. Thank you.
We had clouds last night ... synonymous with the world now.
Beautifully written.
Thank you Annell, for capturing what many of us couldn't,
Elizabeth
Clouds mmmmmmmmmm
The moon witnesses such sadness as it travels the global nights ...but it sees such wonders and beauty too.
such a time
in the earth's
life
That moon was quite something. I can't bear to watch the News any more.
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