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HAT INTO THE RING

Posted on July 25, 2015 by elainedanforth

To throw your hat over a fence– it seems a cinch, though you know you have to follow.. . But will you throw your hat into the ring, where all eyes look, and others for the one same prize with … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry | Tagged Dreams, Fear, Follow, Follow-through, Hat, Hat into the ring, Heart, Quest, Question, Ring, Secret, SIng, The Call | Leave a comment

SHE FEELS CRAZY, PULLING PETALS FROM A DAISY

Posted on March 24, 2015 by elainedanforth

I feel a little crazy pulling petals from a daisy, as I oh so long ago was taught– but I’m beyond, “He loves me, and he loves me not. . .”– for, luckily, that one’s an answer I’ve already got– … Continue reading →

Posted in Humor, Poetic Musing (Longer Poems) | Tagged Acceptance, Almost, Answer, Appreciation, As perfect as (one) needs to me, Awesome, Be good, Both, Burning, Burning coal, Cavities, Choosy, Coal, Confidence, Crazy, Custom, Cut, Cut out, Daisy, Dang!, Fake, Feeling, Flaw, Frenzy, Gape, Goal, Gosh!, He love me, he loves me not, Hecka, Hecka good, Hell, Hold my nose, Hold one's nose, Important, Life, Mindless, More, Nooks, Not perfect, Obvious, Occurs, Option, Over-learn, Over-taught, Paid-in-Full, Perfect, Perfectionism, Perfectionist, Petals, Plucking, Proof, Proper, Question, Questioning, Questioning the question, Revelation, Rot, Satisfaction, Shoot!, SIghts set, Solution, Sought, Stand, Stand and gape, Stand and stare, Stare, Suddently, Think, Thought, Tizzy | Leave a comment

Tag Archives: Question

HAT INTO THE RING

SHE FEELS CRAZY, PULLING PETALS FROM A DAISY

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