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    By badger11,

    I have one appearing here:




    all the best


  2. morrison-toni1.jpgToni Morrison, author, poet, Nobel Prize winner, Poet Laureate,  teacher, African-American woman, left her earthly home August 5, 2019. 

    Someone Leans Near

    Someone leans near
    And sees the salt your eyes have shed.
    You wait, longing to hear
    Words of reason, love or play
    To lash or lull you toward the hollow day.
    Silence kneads your fear
    Of crumbled star-ash sifting down
    Clouding the rooms here, here.
    You shore up your heart to run. To stay.
    But no sign or design marks the narrow way.
    Then on your skin a breath caresses
    The salt your eyes have shed.
    And you remember a call clear, so clear
    “You will never die again.”
    Once more you know
    You will never die again.
                                  ~~Toni Morrison

    "Her writing was not just beautiful but meaningful — a challenge to our conscience and a call to greater empathy," Obama wrote on his Facebook page. "She was as good a storyteller, as captivating, in person as she was on the page."       

    I was certainly aware of her novels but only found her poetry after her death.  "Phrases, in her poetry as well as her novels give pause because they were fresh combinations of words that painted leveled images in a word or two: crumbled star ash, hollow day, silence kneading fear--complete images that could be interpreted in so many ways; each a pause cliffside before a leap into something else altogether."  Fyn Dorian @ Writing.com.  

    Eve Remembering

    I tore from a limb fruit that had lost its green.
    My hands were warmed by the heat of an apple
    Fire red and humming.
    I bit sweet power to the core.
    How can I say what it was like?
    The taste! The taste undid my eyes
    And led me far from the gardens planted for a child
    To wildernesses deeper than any master’s call.
    Now these cool hands guide what they once caressed;
    Lips forget what they have kissed.
    My eyes now pool their light
    Better the summit to see.
    I would do it all over again:
    Be the harbor and set the sail,
    Loose the breeze and harness the gale,
    Cherish the harvest of what I have been.
    Better the summit to scale.
    Better the summit to be.
                        ~~Toni Morrison

    I am sorry discovered her poetry so late.   Her imagery, "the taste undid my eyes"  will live on.  




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    By YarnSpinner,

    A short spell between carrying out necessities brought on by illness here at home. The future is still a blur, however it does not seem to be getting worse. You might say it's like watching sand flow in a damaged hour glass. The grains of time will be deterred from passing through in a steady stream. Every now and then one grain plugs it up. That's when you have to wait to see what, when, where, and how soon the natural flow of life will continue once more. The stepping stones of life become a bit less stable as the years pass by.

    Reference to my poem SNOW STORM and the recording that was made for me. It has been 3 years now, and the recording studio that made the recording is holding out for more dollars.. to proceed. I have taken the liberty to send it to another recording studio to see what they think, and how much they hold out for further production.

    I am going to leave again.. my physical presence is now needed once more. My days are no longer planned... they become a happening.

    Bless all of you until I get another fleeting moment. R. G. Jerore (YarnSpinner)




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