Heart Work
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I hear you. Tapping on the glass. You
Want to be let in. You’ve been patiently
Waiting on the stoop for so long, and you’ve
Done your job, enjoying the passersby and
Soaking up the sun. You’ve done all … Read the rest “Heart Work”
Writer. Demand Poet.
Elizabeth Howard’s online Gratitude log
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I hear you. Tapping on the glass. You
Want to be let in. You’ve been patiently
Waiting on the stoop for so long, and you’ve
Done your job, enjoying the passersby and
Soaking up the sun. You’ve done all … Read the rest “Heart Work”
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My sweet princess told Matt, the
Shoe salesman as he bent
Over her little foot, “I touched
Your head!” the last word lifting
Up like a startled sparrow leaving
A branch.
She might hear, someday, about
How the real … Read the rest “I Touched Your Head”
This week I am the Guest Poet on the beautiful poetry site: Bentlily. Please do go over and have a look.
But, before you do, I’d like to tell you a quick story about how Vancouver poet and entrepreneur … Read the rest “How Dyana Valentine Said YES, Twice!”
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After handing me a cup of
Cinammon tea, Colin gently repeats
How he ordered the nematodes for
The garden. And I “oh-yeah” him
And say: hey, yeah, I think I did
Hear you say that once before heh-heh and… Read the rest “Pink Eye”
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Little Boy Blue, do
Come blow your horn. It’s lovely-fine to
Leave the meadow, & yodel out–
In general jibber-jabber –the
Way to your tender heart.