The Words We Weave

"Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assaults of thought of the unthinking." ~~ John Maynard Keynes

Monday, March 31, 2014

March 31

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Sunday, March 30, 2014

March 30

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March 29

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March 28

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Thursday, March 27, 2014

March 27

A bountiful day

filled with

shapes, patterns, textures

and

time.

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March 26

An invitation

to act out

on my way home

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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

March 25

Hello there, tall, dark, and...shadowy.

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Monday, March 24, 2014

March 24

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Sunday, March 23, 2014

March 23

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Saturday, March 22, 2014

March 22

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March 21

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March 20

All in a day's walk.

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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

March 19

Batman called. He wants his camera angles back.

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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

March 18

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Monday, March 17, 2014

March 17

Each droplet

frozen

in time

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March 16

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March 15

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Friday, March 14, 2014

March 14

Fifteen minute intervals

My perspective changes

in fifteen minute intervals

as I make my way

each day

and

each day

they are different

as am I -

changed

by what I have seen.

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March 13

Sprung!

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March 12

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Wednesday, March 12, 2014

March 11

Morning.

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Monday, March 10, 2014

March 10

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March 9

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Saturday, March 8, 2014

March 8

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Friday, March 7, 2014

March 7

This week passed by in a blur.

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Thursday, March 6, 2014

March 6

Boston you're my home.

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Words We Say

Courage
~~~Naomi Shihab Nye

A word must
travel through
a tongue and teeth
and wide air
to get there.
A word has
tough skin.

To be let in,
a word must slide
and sneak
and spin into the tunnel
of the ear.

What's to fear?
Everything.
But a word
is brave.

Poem of the Moment

Favorite Links

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Wordia
Dewey Digger
I Love Libraries
Classic Poetry Aloud
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Poems

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

~~Mary Oliver

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day. ~~Emily Dickenson

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