Tag Archives: Fresh

HERE COMES THE RAIN, SO DANCE AND SING

Posted on November 16, 2017 by elainedanforth

Here comes the rain again. Therefore, get out, stand forth, And, like Gene Kelly, dance and sing, and spread your laughter and your joyful smiles for miles, to sweep round east and west and south and north, the marks of … Continue reading →

Posted in Autumn, Medium Length Poems, Poetry, Seasons, Uncategorized, Winter | Tagged Dance, Fresh, Outdoors, Rain, SIng, Start, Year | Leave a comment

THE BUZZ ABOUT A HAIRCUT

Posted on January 14, 2016 by elainedanforth

What? What’s all the buzz– the cause of that endemic draw toward the regular ritual of getting a haircut? While some think long hair makes you strong, sometimes after it grows on and on, you know, it really feels WAY … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry | Tagged Coif, Confidence, Fear, Feeling, Fresh, Haircut, Je-ne-sais-quoi, Long hair, Mind Body, Satisfaction, Strength, Thought | Leave a comment

THAT’S LIFE

Posted on December 23, 2015 by elainedanforth

That’s life– when things don’t go the way you want them to. . . Still, you can come to realize you’ll be okay that way, too. . . And yet can come the luckier day, although its guise you don’t … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry | Tagged Disappointment, Feeling, Fresh, Life, Prevail, Put to the test, Stale, That's life | Leave a comment

MISTY RESIDUAL

Posted on August 14, 2015 by elainedanforth

Misty residual: +++++the tears +++++that never rolled my cheeks, +++++nor hit my page. . . Fears frozen +++++to perpetual. . . Angers roasted, +++++baked right in +++++for longest shelf life possible +++++of my untold rage. . . Time to instill … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry | Tagged Arid, Baked, Clarity, Comfort, Confidence, Expression, Fear, Feeling, Fire, Freedom, Fresh, Fruitful, Ice, Joy, Life, Mind Body, Mist, Opening, Perpetual, Residual, Roasted, Shelf life, Unexpressed | Leave a comment

KNOWING THE BETTER PART OF VALOR

Posted on December 18, 2014 by elainedanforth

Does the better part of valor call for patience? The kind that waits, and wise, holds back, when every being fiber bawls silent, in insatience? Or does it call for yet another crack at that endeavor that may require an … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry | Tagged Bawl, Being, Best, Blessing, Bounty, Cinch, Clear, Conclude, Connecting, Deep, Discern, Dub, Endeavor, Extension, Festering, Fiber, Fiber of your being, Flow, Fresh, From here, Garden, Gentle, Go, Grown, Growth, Harvest, Hold back, How, Know, Leaving, Life, Living, Living Being, Love, Loving, Machinery, Obstruct, Offer, Olive branch, Path, Regrow, Renewal, Require, Satiation, See, Seeing, Silent, Sincere, Sputter, Sword, The better part of valor, Tinker, Tools, Try, Unprecedented, Wait, Want, Way, Well, Wish, Working, Wrench | Leave a comment

SENDING LOVE TO THE MOURNING

Posted on December 9, 2014 by elainedanforth

Love to you in this fresh twilight of grief, as you progress from the night of new mourning to the time beyond, where will rise the new light of morning.

Posted in Poetry, Prayer, Quick reads | Tagged Beyond, Feeling, Fresh, Light, Love, Morning, Mourning, New, Opening, Poetry, Progress, Quick Reads, Rise, Time, Twilight | Leave a comment

A STRONG AND GENTLE FLOWING STREAM

Posted on September 10, 2014 by elainedanforth

When you know yourself to be a strong and gentle freshly flowing stream, And your slow and deep eroding paths glance as you flow something much more hot than you, and very fast, a forceful, bafflng burst that strews confusion … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry | Tagged Baffling, Blame, Bombast, Claim, Collision, Confidence, Confusion, Cruel, Curtain, Dammed, Eroding, Feeling, Fireworks, Flow, Forceful, Fresh, Gentle, Hot, Life, Love, Mind Body, Purpose, Reaching out, Seeing, Self-Knowledge, Shame, Spew, Stream, Strew, Strong, Stuck, Thought, Vision | Leave a comment

SALT WATER FRESH

Posted on May 29, 2014 by elainedanforth

salt water fresh staining finest hairs on facial flesh. . . a loss quite long in coming as plain as day but finalized deep in the night. . . the hope for the next world obscured by welling blear. . … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry, Prayer | Tagged Acceptance, Anger, Appreciation, Breath, Entity, Face, Fear, Feeling, Flesh, Fresh, Loss, Poetry, Regret, Salt Water, Test, Transit | Leave a comment

SPRING SO SHARP

Posted on March 17, 2014 by elainedanforth

Spring. . . so green. . . so sharp. . . so fresh. . . it comes up strong the grass grows tall, as its green blood flows and rises to he call, through keen-edged blades that shine back much … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Seasons, Spring | Tagged Awakening, Blades, Blood, Climbing, Comfort Zone, Core, Cut, Different, Feet, Flex, Fresh, Grass, Green, Groove, Hairpin, Hoarding, Keenness, Love, Mile, Movement, Normal, Right Left, Rising, Self, Sharp, Shine, Sluggish, Smile, Spill, Spring, Stagnation, Stream, Strength, Style, Sun, Swelling, Taking Sun, The Call, Turned on its head, Turns, Untapped Stores, Upward, Walk, Wholeness, Year | Leave a comment

Tag Archives: Fresh

HERE COMES THE RAIN, SO DANCE AND SING

THE BUZZ ABOUT A HAIRCUT

THAT’S LIFE

MISTY RESIDUAL

KNOWING THE BETTER PART OF VALOR

SENDING LOVE TO THE MOURNING

A STRONG AND GENTLE FLOWING STREAM

SALT WATER FRESH

SPRING SO SHARP

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