Tag: morning
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“This Ring”
(my own photo of the moon in a blushing morning sky in Massachusetts) This was my first poem I’d written and published online in 2022: The first of form poems I tried to write this year is a ghazal, and it’s fit well with that form having originated in the Middle East during the medieval […]
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Carnations The Wind Carries
9” W x 12” H, acrylic paint on wrapped canvas, can be displayed on wall or in frame, by Jade Nicole Beals Jan. 11, ’22. * A vague idea months ago came to mind as I was painting…of a great wind bringing something beautiful and delicate along with it. I’d started this anew recently and […]
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An Indelible Online Poetry Reading: Connection & Disconnection in The Ikea Age
so much blush these evenings & more this morning with the moon too 😘🌕 I attended Indelible Evenings as a guest on Wed. 11/17/21, an online reading hosted in Dubai that goes along with Indelible magazine in which two of my poems from my third book in progress will be published. Roula Maria-Dib is the […]
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‘Here is Another’
I found myself unraveling my own self and my days in the night with a tone of apology, had felt the kindest “Shhh…” I sit with tea to see the sky like this; I smile at being so spoiled but then there’s the subtle, ’Shhh’ 😊and more color brushed on…and the creamy lamplit walls and […]
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Finding Things You Already Had, A Runaway Sonnet: #2
It looks like a large, elegant old book, and it opens up for storage. I’ve started writing a new poem yesterday. Peeko loves to be a part of the creative process…Is that a hen, you may wonder? And now Peeko has a pen and his own separate page. As I began writing by hand, I’d […]
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Within It All, The Art When There’s No Record of It
Art doesn’t only happen directly on the canvas or page; I learned that when I unwrapped a new canvas and noticed the plastic wrap itself, the way light influenced the look of its texture and color, and myself behind it, snapped a fun photo. That post was called With The Canvas’ Wrapping. By then, I […]
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A Letter To Honor Poet May Ziadeh and Two of Her Poems, Eighty Years Later
Featured again today on the blog with affection💕🙏… for May Sunday, Oct. 17, 2021 after her first poetry book, Dream Flowers May Ziadeh writes: “I hope that after my death someone will do justice to me and extract from my small writings the truthfulness and sincerity it contains!!” b. Feb. 11, 1886 – d. Oct. […]
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For Simplicity, I Began with Subtraction
Yesterday I decided over plenty of time considering it all, that I would rather not pursue teaching yoga as a business and that I’ve been spreading my attention and energy on many separate things, more than I feel my best doing. And while I feel I am very good at my particular focus of stress […]
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A Blush for the Dawn to Match A Poem Later On
A blush in the sky through the pines… my poem comes to mind…I let this dawn blush and the feeling of my poem without reading it now, touch my face softly as if with delicate fingers… the paper’s folded ‘til later on…The moon’s in Pisces now and I smile because this time, even if almost, […]