Category Archives: Poetry

Painting Spring

Water soaked grey sky pure tones of birch magnolia, forsythia spring green leaves redbud Raindrop music fills the air my paint brush drips with color JZR I made these photographs and wrote this poem back in April of 2008, posting … Continue reading

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Books And Words As Containers

“If it is a human thing to do to put something you want, because it’s useful, edible, or beautiful, into a bag, or a basket, or a bit of rolled bark or leaf, or a net woven of your own … Continue reading

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The Clock

The Timex on my wrist, the old Seth Thomas clock on the wall that rings the hours, and the small, black electronic cube that sits on my nightstand beeping at six AM have been with me always.   They not only … Continue reading

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On Mother’s Day

I wrote the following poem years ago when I was visiting Ireland, once a year, loving the peace and quiet of County Mayo.  I rambled through cemeteries, many forgotten and uncared for, learning about women’s lives by reading the few … Continue reading

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A Changed Mind

A while back I wrote a post about my love and addiction to books.  I absolutely love everything about them:  the feel of them in my hands, how when I fall asleep while I’m reading, they settle down oh so … Continue reading

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April In The Big Apple

My husband, Bill, makes at least one or two trips to New York City each year to catch up on the latest in theatre and also movies that most likely will never make it to Charlottesville. We have one small … Continue reading

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What I Have To Say

The floodgates are straining. They cannot be opened up just a little.  I don’t have the strength to hold them so that only some of the run-off leaks out.  It’s all or nothing. By letting the stream overflow on it’s … Continue reading

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