I'm not unhappy with my life at all. But if I knew then what I know at this moment, it would be very different. I'd have given up writing and painting, and I'd be an entomologist. Studying these critters. Known as Orchid Mantises. What a way to spend a life!
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As delicate, dainty, provocative, and stimulating as these creatures are, they don't hold a candle to the beauty of your words or the artistry of your creations.
I, for one, give thanks that your life took the path that it did...it means the world to me.
Water gathering
most days I wait
through blue and sun
till dusk
or even later
and the rose has faded
to lavender, to gray
some days, the sleet
has started
and the leaves underfoot
are slick with ice
somehow I'm never sorry
and never learn
one night I waited
till the stars were out
dropped the bucket into
sound, only felt the weight
of it filling
and the night full of stars
and the river full of stars
and the bucket full of stars
come morning, the coffee
is also full of stars
2 comments:
As delicate, dainty, provocative, and stimulating as these creatures are, they don't hold a candle to the beauty of your words or the artistry of your creations.
I, for one, give thanks that your life took the path that it did...it means the world to me.
And *that* is exactly why I love you so much!
♥
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