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About This Author
A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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Coloring Lesson Once when six
I was told to color
a picture of a circle.
I colored everything outside of the circle.
I got no gold star that day.
Didn't the teacher understand
that the circle was empty?
Today is mother to tomorrow
and my yesterdays are peopled
with pregnant memories and
visions of times yet to come.
Cycles of seasons roll by
spinning ever faster as I age--
blurring
the sharpened edges of pain.
Sands falling
smooth over
the worst of the roughened times.
Tomorrows are the children of today
and today is replete with echoed shadows
layered upon misted visions
floating just beyond my ken
The circle is almost full
and the crayons are
broken and rounded:
too little left to sharpen.
Life spills over the brim
cascading drops
creating new circles.
I was never one
to color inside the lines.
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