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For love of Blue Ridge Mountains
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work in progress
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Inspired by a picture on Poetic Dreaming
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Just a thought.
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For my sister, Jessica, who loves Monet, and who constantly encourages me to move forward and reach higher.
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A ruby of medium red
where some long ago dragon bled.
Imagine the fight:
The dragon slung his head
and there,
each precious drop from him,
b..
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The river is still, deep black water,
Running through caverns ofMayan hell,
Stories made here too horrible and ancient to tell.
Surrounded by a ..
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For Gayle, a dear friend lost to drugs.
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My blood reaches
for the warmth of Spring.
The smell of green onions
growing
beneath awillow dancingin the breeze
The coolness of freshly t..
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I.
My mirror tells the truth.
I like it.
I have to face the “me” I’d pushed aside,
Recreating a new self built on the ashes ..
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