Tag Archives: Sun

Thought For the Day: The Beauty of Trees, the Softness of the Air, the Fragrance of the Grass, They Speak To Me

“The beauty of the trees, the softness of the air, the fragrance of the grass, they speak to me. The summit of the mountain, the thunder of the sky, the rhythm of the sea, speaks to me. The faintness of … Continue reading

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A Child of Interesting Conversation

It’s hard for some to listen to a child, dream his or her dreams.  I’m not certain of why.  Maybe because for so many, life in the end can be a be let down?  Not sure and even less certain … Continue reading

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Something In the Time

A brief reflection on life: Something In the Time by Michael Doyle There’s something wonderful to life Full of patterns and rhythms rife Skipping stones across wooded streams And summer evenings filled with dreams Beautifully seen through your elven eyes … Continue reading

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Dragged Into the Streets

Thinking a lot on education and civilization and why and how there seems to be quite a bit of confusion as to how each is allegedly to work out.    Fairly serious stuff and yet how can a person not … Continue reading

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On Perspective and Horizon

A second look at photographic composition: On Perspective and Horizon by Michael Doyle A good clean background Focuses the attention When aptly found These photos are worthy of retention Layered photographs have their place But cleaner is best to embrace … Continue reading

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Depths of Me and You

It’s all about connection.  The deeper I dig in, the deeper I want this to go.  Every moment is a new revelation to cherish. Depths of Me and You by Michael Doyle Taking our time To build our foundation It … Continue reading

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A Life In Size

The saga of Dracula continues: A Life In Size by Michael Doyle In the dark castle hangs her face A painting of the sunlight he once embraced Hidden within were passages of a maze Guarded from the sun that continues … Continue reading

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Holding Hands With the Sun

Falling in love with art is an intimate construction within ourselves expressed both outwardly and inwardly. Holding Hands With the Sun by Michael Doyle An experience of the narrative Doodles swirled in declarative Filling out the feels An imaginative look … Continue reading

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Like Mercury Colliding

It’s day 16 of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo, 2020!   What’s the challenge you ask? “…to write a poem of over-the-top compliments. Pick a person, place, or thing you love, and praise it in the most effusive way you can. Go for broke … Continue reading

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While You Named the Stars For Me

It’s the eighth day of Na/GloPoWriMo 2020!  Today’s optional prompt is to take bits of Twitter bot generated poets and run with it to make it our own.  I have no idea what others did, but, it seemed the thing … Continue reading

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