Cupped hands hold water
a small bowl of memories
cool splash on my face
prayer flags snap and eagles cry
while dreams slip through my cradled fingers.
Friday, April 17, 2015
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Writer. Teacher. Traveler. Treehugger. I believe in kids, the arts, and respect for natural cycles. I came of age in the 1960's and always thought we would get better. More peaceful. More humane. More accepting. Still working on this... and, as Mother Teresa said, "Peace begins with a smile." A smile, an education, and TRUTH.
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Gretchen, this first one took me down to ..... "that place" in the gut.
Want to know more about the philosophy of this form.
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