25th of July. The end of a beautiful week. The start of a new one all in one day. The temperatures were warm and the humidity was high. Reminds me of the south. I love the feeling of a good sweat causing the clothes to stick. I was also reminded of why I do not like air conditiong. My muscles tightened after sitting in a restaurant for 40 minutes. The memories make me restless. I took another walk today, said hi to an old acquaintance, went shopping, got home with the sun coming out again and the humidity climbing. My poem for today is under construction. When it is done I hope it is good The theme has been bugging me for 3 weeks. so here is one from 2006

Ashley says I seem to be doing the ...Best of.... series

but it is ok, summer time is rerun time.

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Shadows Dance

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Carried by night's

Sun warmed breeze

Moon's orange lantern

Ghosts through

Blackened canopy

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Pale flickering glow

Passing in silent whisper

To honor each trees' story

Told in shadow's dance

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ccd 2006 revision

Slept to long today. Had shopping to do so I did not spend much time outside. I do not know if my writers block is gone or not. For those that know me well I have an innate ability to read people after talking with them for a few hours or on rare occasions within a very short time of minutes. (Does not make for good relationships) Saturday a lady came into the store with friends. I was able to talk with her for maybe 5 minutes. This is the poem I wrote in free time Saturday afternoon.

From Judith's Hands

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On quilters easel

Needle and thread

Dance as one

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Artists' spirit,

Not stitch and knot,

Is the beauty

Of blankets' form

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Framed with laughter

And silken touch

A swatch of cloth...

Given heart

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From Judith's hands

Her soul

Does speak

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On quilters easel

Needle and thread

Dance as one

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ccd 2010

WOO HOO! Sunday July 11, 2010 This past Friday I reached the ripe young age of 10.... that is if you do as I do and add the two numbers of my actual age together, such as 9+1 or 2+8 or 3+7 or 4+6 or 5+5. So I am a Teenager again! Has anyone seen my skateboard and sling shot? OOPS I forgot I never had the skateboard. Must be the memory of a teenager. Lets see as a teenager I get to dream of all things to come. This is my lead in to my poem. I wrote it in 2008

If you look to past blogs you will see where

I incorportated most of the poem with another

to create Path of Dreams.

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Dreams

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Dreams of boys

who chase the moon

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Dreams of girls

who chase the boys

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Dreams in spring

in lovers hearts

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Dreams in ring

on brides finger

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Dreams planted

in farmers furrow

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Dreams of life

in mothers womb

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Dreams from artificers breath

into molten glass

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We grow to watch

oceans of dreams

ebb and flow

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No one dreams of

sorrow

There is only the ache

for what if, yesteryear,

and tomorrow

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ccd 2008

revised 2009

then again 2010

July 4th And the mind is blank. I went for a drive ended up visiting old friends resting on a hill in the sun. I walked around their place a bit meeting some of their companions. Went to the movies with Ashley came home ordered in pizza. overall an uneventful day My mind is quiet and unexpired so I have no poem for today While my mind is quiet it still feels cloudy, so, I give you this from another

If a fleeting thought

conjurs the whole,

how can I describe

reality in figures?

While empty moonlight

on the water

shows everything

the mirror of

no mind reflects

only

nothingness.

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