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Bonsai: My Other Love ~ in Portland…
My bonsai have had a rough time of it lately, and they are not looking their best, especially now most of them have shed their leaves and are ready for a long sleep. I worry about the amount of rain we have had lately and if they have a good enough drainage system. Early this…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 580 ~ #Poetry
Image by Jan Mallander from Pixabay The dead don’t talk, they don’t play games They walk through doors Somewhere a chain to bind them to time Over time the stories have grown To keep the local boys from playing in the old mill House Many have entered and never returned The towns folk say it should be pulled…
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Again, in Dreams… #Poetry
Image by Neil Morrell from Pixabay Again, in Dreams A black hood slipped over my head I was pushed gently forward Each step slow over cobbles, my feet slipping The sound changed Walls shot up either side of me My thinking as muffled as my breath The smell of damp mould an assault to my senses I can…
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Bonsai: My Other Love ~ in Portland…
My bonsai have had a rough time of it lately, and they are not looking their best, especially now most of them have shed their leaves and are ready for a long sleep. I worry about the amount of rain we have had lately and if they have a good enough drainage system. Early this…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 580 ~ #Poetry
Image by Jan Mallander from Pixabay The dead don’t talk, they don’t play games They walk through doors Somewhere a chain to bind them to time Over time the stories have grown To keep the local boys from playing in the old mill House Many have entered and never returned The towns folk say it should be pulled…
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Again, in Dreams… #Poetry
Image by Neil Morrell from Pixabay Again, in Dreams A black hood slipped over my head I was pushed gently forward Each step slow over cobbles, my feet slipping The sound changed Walls shot up either side of me My thinking as muffled as my breath The smell of damp mould an assault to my senses I can…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 