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Category Archives: Poetry
Love
LOVE by Czesław Miłosz Love means to learn to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one thing among many. And whoever sees that way heals his heart, Without knowing it, from various … Continue reading
The Black National Anthem
Ed note: In November I’m attending a caregivers conference that opens with the Black National Anthem. “Lift Every Voice” was unknown to me and it’s taken a bit of research to bring it to life for me. Hope you like … Continue reading
Lunchbox Love Note
Lunchbox Love Note BY KENN NESBITT Inside my lunch to my surprise a perfect heart-shaped love note lies. The outside says, “Will you be mine?” and, “Will you be my valentine?” I take it out and wonder who would want to … Continue reading
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“What Cancer Can Do” by Michael Shirk
Michael Shirk died at age 60 from prostate cancer. The poetry he wrote during his battle with cancer was published by Make a Wish Foundation. His mother, Ardis, shared the book with me after the poem called “What Cancer Cannot Do” … Continue reading
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The gifts of Czeslaw Milosz
We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly a hare ran across the road. One of us pointed to it with his hand. That was long ago. Today … Continue reading
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Ralph Waldo Emerson reflects on aging
From the Poetry Foundation: “Ralph Waldo Emerson was a pioneering figure of what is now called “multiculturalism” who expanded the Eastern horizons of generations of American readers and writers, and he persuasively demonstrated how classical Indian, Chinese, and … Continue reading
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Withering Into the Truth
by Parker J. Palmer (@ParkerJPalmer), columnist (submitted by MJF) Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun, Now may I wither into the … Continue reading
“The History Teacher” by Billy Collins
Trying to protect his student’s innocence he told them the Ice Age was really just the Chilly Age, a period of a million years when everyone had to wear sweaters. And the Stone Age became the Gravel Age, named after … Continue reading
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