Blog busters

My computer, an aging desktop model, is going away for a week. It was all rather sudden but it had to get away it said, otherwise it couldn’t guarantee being able to blog any more because it wasn’t feeling all that well. How does it speak to me? Through emails of course, [...]

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Just a comment

I was visiting someone’s site this morning which contains the author’s poetry and some short stories. The latest poem was full of feeling and quite moving but, for me, the flow could have been better. There were just too many pebbles causing disturbing eddies. I got to thinking how difficult it is [...]

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Intermission

It seems to me that blogging can be compared to an “open house” where the door’s nearly always open and anyone can come in and look around. The owners might be there at the front door to meet you, working in house or out back pulling the weeds. Maybe they’re away for a short vacation. [...]

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Up and away

Well, I’m off on a short holiday to restore the juices. I’ll be back on the 27th May, so make a note in your diaries
In the meantime may the force be with you all.
Oh, and for any potential thieves, we have a seven foot gorilla watching the house.
P.S.
His strapping family members have arrived now [...]

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Poetry on the Web

Oh sweet muse
Do not forsake, if thou must choose,
One such as I, so moved by thee,
But flotsam on thou gentle sea.
There are so many poets out there on the web, sowing and weaving words into tapestries of color or black and white and everything in between, some of which magically take flight and either flutter [...]

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From me to you

Who are the ones who read my blog?
Do they just sneer or sit agog?
There are some who are oh so kind
Though honesty is hard to find
And silence often hides the truth
Of blandness, or just the uncouth
I am but one who claims to be
Able to serve without a fee
Wisdom I wouldn’t dare to say
Not often foolish [...]

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The beach

This page is like a grain of sand that lies upon some beach
And with each tide new grains appear and some sink out of reach
Some are ground down to nothing by the pounding of that sea
I wonder if you’ll find this grain — this microcosmic me.

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