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 [...]
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Imagination
Posted by wolfsrosebud on May 1, 2012
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/05/01/imagination/
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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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
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/04/17/in-passing/
Subway Story
April is National Poetry Month I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project down, down, down, deep down in the throat of the dark earth down in the cold center ant hills, maze of tunnels down where darkness dawdles where all light is man-made little feet now [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 15, 2012
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Wishbone
April is National Poetry Month I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project; a bit of a sensitive issue today, none-the-less part of life. Yes, Jesus loves me… this I know. Daddy where did you need to go? Mom’s always crying don’t you know? Me and brother [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 12, 2012
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/04/12/wishbone/
Scribbling Spiritual Sand, April 9
Picking Posies “I will be like the dew to Israel; He shall grow like the lily, and lengthen his roots like Lebanon. His branches shall spread; His beauty shall be like an olive tree, and his fragrance like Lebanon.” Hosea 14:5-6 I’ve come to pick the posies… this sweet springtime of the year. Finger each [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 9, 2012
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/04/09/scribbling-spiritual-sand-april-9/
Ant-hills & Stars
Who cheated the skies? Stars tumbled as smooth, slick, shiny pebbles; from unsuspecting heavens releasing their cosmic clutter. Her curiosity to question… she scattered star-dust, tossed it as mere sand. Now, it does settle in mounds; like ant-hills with no sounds. Inspiration: Emily Dickenson (1830-1886) Who Robbed the Woods? This is linked with Imaginary Garden [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on March 31, 2012
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/03/31/ant-hills-stars/
Season of Loss
As autumn tosses its head fling flip flick is my life hung in a tangled mess or resting in the tender arms of Jesus Christ? Sun rises later as color speckles streaks splashes against a new day; though death still visits a loved one gone. Loss has no season… Happy times have vanished mislaid misplaced [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 15, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/11/15/season-of-loss/
His Face
Summer fades to chilly autumn blaze; sadness sorrow shame lingers into life’s hollow empty places. Spaces only God fills during loss; aching agony anguish, I hear, “He’s not a loving God”; It’s then I see blood trailing crimson clammy cutting mingled with sweat; His abandon heart all have left… The prose below was taken from [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 10, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/11/10/his-face/
The Orphan Block
30,000 children in dusty, damp streets; dumped, abandon, ditched… vagrant at the of age three seventy-five years a social experiment the journey of life. Homeless children in cold, cruel town; waiting, puzzled, worried at the age of six reveal mercy arms Foundling Hospital give the journey of life. Adoption hopes… indentured slave servants, [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 8, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/11/08/the-orphan-block/
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