Poetics: Sendak & the Wild Things In black of night my fears sure do grow my curtains leap like tree limbs and blow. Murky monsters moving aren’t dead; “Go to bed!” that’s what Daddy said.” Tucked under my covers I wiggle my toe; silent… as giant garbage eyes seem to glow. Across my walls silly [...]
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In Black of Night
Posted by wolfsrosebud on May 12, 2012
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Imagination
It tickles, tingles the senses the air adrift with aroma fresh, robust, and sweet sea water; she’s enraptured by the moment. Helmet attached over crimped hair, padded gloves hindering palm bruises; tightly clinched fists clinging to rope swaying, slowly in serene breeze. Sunlight dances off algae pond. Here we linger to view wild life: the [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on May 1, 2012
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/05/01/imagination/
April 30
I’ll continue to scribble spiritual sand here are wolfsrosebud, but today is your last opportunity to link up to Scribbling Spiritual Sand. Thanks for all who participated. God bless your blogs… Wings The world a wonder at my door and so I seek with folded hands; across the miles, beyond the sand to find the [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 30, 2012
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Purity
April is National Poetry Month I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project She tip-toed still… Along flag stone paths, Dreaming of the future plans Little feet stepping toward big dreams; Hope filling childhood play and panorama. She tip-toed… As life unfolded into Something so different then; [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 26, 2012
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Come
April is National Poetry Month I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project With weak hands they tried to dismiss them; scolding the very thought they could just come. With weak hands they tried to dismiss them; displeased to think He’d have time for infants. With knowing, [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 25, 2012
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Scribbling Spiritual Sand, April 23
His Return “For the world is Mine, and all its fullness.” Psalm 50:12 The cattle on a thousand hills, as morning sunlight gently spills; across the land with bird and beast. Little ones like me clearly see God is every blooming tree; He is mighty, I am least. The cooing of mourning dove all gathered [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 23, 2012
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Popcorn Prayers
April is National Poetry Month I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project Children’s voices praying; praying for their needs openly… little sister has leukemia, my cat Duke died today, new baby brother is coming, mommy and daddy stays together, for my daddy to come to church, [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 20, 2012
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Goats
April is National Poetry Month I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project I think I’ll always like to dote Feeding shaggy brave Billy goat A goat who’s hungry mouth does press Against my pretty flowered dress A goat with beard and pointy ears Can wipe away [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 18, 2012
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In Passing
April is National Poetry Month I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project Cheerless children… so sad you be, darkness drapes like a canopy, hot tears drop as sweet summer rain, but winter’s past … along with pain. Childhood departs like blowing sand, little feet tip-toe grassy [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 17, 2012
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Scribbling Spiritual Sand, April 16
But they found the stone rolled away from the tomb. Then they went in and did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. Luke 24:2-3 Bleeding Hearts What grows near the empty cave where sweet Jesus once did lay; large, rough stone now rolled away? Tears of man glide on the wind. Did bloom [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 16, 2012
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