Watermark

Despair

 

 

 

 

 

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Delight

 

 

 

"Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight." Mary Oliver

 

 

 

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Time

 

Art Journal Caravan w/Tangie Baxter: Itinerary #17 {My Inner Compass: Am I treating time as the currency it is?}

 

Answer: I am not. Unless procrastination counts.

 

 

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Blog spam = comments moderated

It's been a very bad few days for Watermark. I see no option other than moderating comments, at least until this eases up. 

This spam is disgusting. I can't have it on my blog, even for a minute.

I don't click the links, of course, but just reading to be sure it's spam is enough to turn my stomach. 

I hope some law enforcement officers are following the links and putting lots of people in jail. Sexual abuse/assault survivors with PTSD should be able to sue these folks for infliction of emotional distress. 

NaPoWriMo - I remember spring ...

Today is the last day of NaPoWriMo 2012, and I managed to post every day! Today's prompt is to write a poem incorporating at least three “I remember” statements. A nostalgic exercise.

 

 

I remember when spring
meant hop-scotch & skip-the-rope,
neighborhood street games
after dinner, hide-&-seek,
kick-the-can, olly-olly-oxen-free!

I remember hot breakfasts,
bacon & eggs, biscuits & gravy,
kitchen counters floured for
drying pasta, tart fruit pies &
cookies fresh from the oven.

I remember barn smell, kittens
and cats all lined up behind
the cows, waiting for the teat
to be aimed in their direction,
calves sucking at the milk pail.

I remember another body,
lived in without attention, absent
of pain, up in the mornings
without thought, dreams left
drifting on embroidered pillows.

 

 

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