Janet Fogg's Blog, page 27

On painted wings

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He’s here

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I know neurologists have shown the course
of dreaming as synaptic lines of force,
and even in this dream I know I’m dreaming,
yet when the light refracts at such an angle
it shows his broken face, frost in his beard,
his black lips mouthing words I only hear
as moaning of an operatic angel.
His ice hand reaches out. I flinch in fear.
The mirror breaks. I gasp awake. He’s here.
~ Tony Barnstone.

Black smoke rising

It is the black smoke rising
Oozing through shuttered windows
seeping into quiet corners
Blocking the heart from
the light of the mind
deepening the gloom of
the mind’s eye
~ Lynn Kincaid

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Green is the prime

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises. ~ Pedro Calderon de la Barca.

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Hope is the thing

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Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all.

~ Emily Dickinson

Burning bright

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When the stars threw down their spears

And water’d heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tyger tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

~ William Blake

LASR Scavenger Hunt!

Look for Soliloquy on the LASR Anniversary Scavenger Hunt!

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The most beautiful gift

The most beautiful gift of nature is that it gives one pleasure to look around and try to comprehend what we see. ~ Albert Einstein

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The Whirlwinds Bear

To its covert glides the silent bird,

While the hurricane’s distant voice is heard,

Uplifted among the mountains round,

And the forests hear and answer the sound.

Darker—still darker! the whirlwinds bear

The dust of the plains to the middle air:

And hark to the crashing, long and loud,

Of the chariot of God in the thunder-cloud!

You may trace its path by the flashes that start

From the rapid wheels where’er they dart,

As the fire-bolts leap to the world below,

And flood the skies with a lurid glow.

~ William Cullen Bryant

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A Serenade to Die For

A Serenade to Die For is a Mystery and Suspense Festival pick on N. N. Light’s Book Heaven!

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