Tag Archives: Thought

A STUDENT OF LIFE

Posted on September 16, 2024 by elainedanforth

A student of life is a continuing student, attentive or no, as long as she has life to study it.

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THE WINDS OF CHANGE, THE GLARE OF DOUBT

Posted on May 12, 2024 by elainedanforth

Change.Hard to live with it.Can’t live without it. Strange.The stuff of these utterances I posit.I know, contains a lot of nonsense,and yet, with regard to this one, I know it needs the light of careful scrutiny,that stands right upto ask … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry, Self-care, Yin and Yang | Tagged Belief, Change, Doubt, Questioning, Thought | Leave a comment

WHO DO I TAKE MYSELF TO BE?

Posted on December 23, 2023 by elainedanforth

Right now– Whodo I take myself to be? Am I pretty?Am I smart? Am I thoughtful slow?Or bold and quick to start? Do I lack? Or, even though I lack,do I still think and feel I haveand do, and be, … Continue reading →

Posted in Life, Poetry | Tagged Confidence, Feeling, Internal Narrative, Mind Body, Thought, Who am I? | Leave a comment

ELATED I COULD BE

Posted on July 24, 2022 by elainedanforth

ElatedI could be,this day so sunny. . . were I notthis deflated . . . But,of fresh air,a little breath,and,of sleep, a winkplus a slake ofsimple rest,are apt to make things better,if not quitemy very best. . . But, anyway,what … Continue reading →

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THE THOUGHT DRIFTS, THE HEART BEATS

Posted on November 12, 2021 by elainedanforth

The thoughtdrifts awayfrom what is not. . . the heart beatsthe blood flows. . . the nerves sparkthe spirit leaps, and all find playand flowers in the park. And even the weariest,most hurt,darkest, deepest soul can grow at least a … Continue reading →

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ACCEPT THE MENDING TIME AND SPACE

Posted on September 1, 2018 by elainedanforth

When things get so cramped or so expanded, find a way that you can spread them out or else, embrace them, into a spacing that will mend. . . accept the mending, and resulting calm and understanding. . . breathe … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Contraction, Cramped, Day, Embrace, Expansion, Expression, Feeling, Growth, Mending, Sense, Spread out, Thought, Understanding | Leave a comment

FOG THICK– A POEM IN FOUR MINUTES

Posted on August 14, 2018 by elainedanforth

A poem in four minutes fog thick that veils the August sky with gray but brightness makes me feel I’m in a spacious and a lively bubble. . . the freeway brushing sound. . . the soaring sweep. . . … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry, Seasons, Summer | Tagged Airplane, August, Complaints, Fog, Freeway, Glass half empty, Gray Sky, Love, Summer, Thought | Leave a comment

LIFE CAN’T BE TRAPPED IN A BOTTLE

Posted on August 2, 2018 by elainedanforth

Sometimes it needs to be said (or at least thought) that life can’t be trapped in a bottle and kept for admiring, like those little ships people build, that will stay ever there to fuel dreams and egos in deep … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry | Tagged Brilliance, Capture, Dreams, Fire, Life, Ship in a bottle, Thought, Time | Leave a comment

A CERTAIN THURSDAY THIRST

Posted on June 1, 2018 by elainedanforth

There’s a certain Thursday thirst that knows that Friday is acoming. Maybe plans for your weekend have your joyful, dreaming head a’spin, or maybe with this week near done you are quite done (it was that dumb). . . but … Continue reading →

Posted in Days of the Week, Medium Length Poems, Poetry | Tagged Dreams, Expectation, Fatigue, Imagination, Joy, Plans, Thirst, Thought, Thursday, Week, Weekend, Yearning | Leave a comment

LIFE SWALLOWED WHOLE

Posted on May 26, 2018 by elainedanforth

Best not to go hasty and gulp things whole. . . No rest. . . No flow, when you’re tempted and think tasty to scarf stuff down and attempt like so, to learn, get done, produce, create, or nurture, to … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry | Tagged All at once, Day, Eating, Feeling, Gentleness, Life, Play, Sleeping, Thought, Time, Work | Leave a comment