the church pews
half in shadow, half in sun
where do I sit?
Presence
Tanka Prose
Nights in White Satin * It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing,...
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...
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in those shadowed thoughts
often settled to delight
within glowing faith
__In all dark depth, as hearts light glows, new paths found
this instant memory of my family... in all faith. _m
Thank you, Doug.for your beautiful poetry.
Adelaide
Nice one Adelaide.
Much💛love
Thank you, gillena
Adelaide
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