diary
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A Poet’s Diary #30
If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time. Marcel Proust Most Patient Muse, I apologize for the delay in response, this week of finishing… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #27
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. T. S. Eliot Accept (of an offer or proposal) To answer in the affirmative (of a job or task) To agree to take… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #26
Each moment of a happy lover’s hour is worth an age of dull and common life. -Aphra Behn Please see me. I’ll take any time I can. I’ll remind you anytime you hint at feeling guilt that I love and… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #24
Wonder is the basis of worship. -Thomas Carlyle My dear Muse- I understand the source of your reticence. I have agonized over which parts of my soul are fair to reveal to you here, which parts to confess. My heart… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #22: Hermeneutic Mistakes
L, I want to say yes, I always have. Our first meeting was recognition, a remembering, a reconnection. I thought we were meant to be together from that moment-destined. And that you would heed that soul-pull in our youth. And… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #21: Sent Signs
We don’t see things as they are. We see things as we are. Anais Nin What does it mean when people are sent opposite visions at the same time? it was so clear to me that we were known to… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #20: Calling Upon a Muse
“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” Rumi Dearest Muse- In my reflections before I go to bed it seems I have seldom spoken to you or of you but think of you very often. You… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #19: Higher than Heartache
L, Hands and hearts do betray that are left wanting. These many years you have only been a myth of the mind for my heart to look upon. Even now, the green light of reality I see in my sleep… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #18: Who Waits Longer?
The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost. G. K. Chesterton T- I have waited a long time to talk to you, Muse, I will wait longer if I must. The hand I held ten… Continue reading
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