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| | | | Watching the man wanderbetween home and industry,the apron of his trade firmly fixed,a sparkle of grit in his coiffed beard The children, too, find joyin his space, running betweenhouse and workshop,dog bounding at their feetproudly on guard. An outsiderand sink boundshe moves by rotetea towel slung over shouldermaintains a distance -the dream is not hers.... | |
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| | | | Eagle walks amongst us, wings and chestpuffed out exhibitingwounded pride. He is parched, dry-throated; fear has clouded his vision, grounded his glorious flight. He shudders at indifference, sidesteps throngs busily rapt in personal agenda, forgetful. Once regal, once revered, he is reeling from the fall, seeks a compassionate ear, finds me in the Dreamtime, moulting... | |
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| | | | Following political tides - mesmerized by neglect of actual issues - playing to an audience of moaners (standard consumerist plights) - glossing over exploitation of women, verbal slaughter of race, religion and social values. Wondering about media - who commandeer bias, swallowing atrocities and spewing contrived truths, absent sound voice, or will, jeopardizing the security... | |
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| | First frost we are plotting -elaborate schemes to escapewinter's unforgiving chill. Palm trees and blue waters,the flight of parading pelicans -such allure for aging Northerners. Years past, we have travelled far -Europe, Scandinavia, and Mediterranean -this season, Texas has captured our hearts. (For Lens-Artists challenge: my travels.) |