Tag Archives: Ashes

THE FACE OF MY MOTHER, THE FACE OF MY FATHER

Posted on June 7, 2016 by elainedanforth

The face of my mother. . . the face of my father. . . the face of my brother– all of these I see in the mirror. . . Struggling hard not to be dusted under the rug, forgotten or … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry | Tagged Ashes, Birds, Blood lines, Brother, Coal, Family, Father, Life, Love, Mother, Ruins, Souls, Struggle for life, Transformation | Leave a comment

REDUCTION TURNED AROUND

Posted on May 27, 2016 by elainedanforth

Reduction is the word for brew cooked down and got so strong, that something must, at last, be stirred and turned around, to birth a new creation, as bright and wide as the phoenix seen to rise from the darkened … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Quick reads | Tagged Ashes, Birth, Brightness, Creation, Phoenix rising from the ashes, Reduction, Turn around | Leave a comment

THE COLOR OF A SOFT GRAY DAY

Posted on January 27, 2015 by elainedanforth

A soft gray day, late January. . . the pale sun, the ambiance so airy breathe life and light to spring’s small blooms, and gentle pop of squirrel peep, plus bubbling fresh birdsong. . . the clear, cool warmth, the … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry, Prayer, Seasons, Spring, Winter | Tagged Accompanied, Airy, Alone, Ambiance, Ashes, Bare, Beauty, Birds, Birdsong, Black, Blooms, Burst, Challenge, Clear, Comfortable, Confidence, Cool, Day, Diary, Digress, Distance, Earth, Ere, Eyelashes, Fear, Feeling, First, Flowers, Gentle, Good, Gray, Gray Sky, Hair, High, Hilly, HInt, History, Hope, Horizons, Image, Important, January, Journey, Leaves, Life, Light, Love, Mind Body, Mingled, Movie House, Mush, Muted, Neighborhood, New, New horizons, Pale, Peace, Peep, Pop, Quiet, RIght, Rising, Road, Save up, Seasons, Secret, Sky, Slope, Slow, Spirit, Splendor Colors, Spring, Squint, Squirrel, Sun, Thirst, Tour, Trees, Unwritten, Up, Vantage point, Walking, Warmth, Wash, White, Winter, Year | Leave a comment

Tag Archives: Ashes

THE FACE OF MY MOTHER, THE FACE OF MY FATHER

REDUCTION TURNED AROUND

THE COLOR OF A SOFT GRAY DAY

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