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A Poet Goes on Her Journey Home

A Poet Goes on Her Journey Home

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The Journey One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice -- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voice behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly ...
JOY . . . in reVisioning

JOY . . . in reVisioning

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"Every day brings a choice, to practice stress or to practice peace." Joan Borysenko, the author of A Woman's Book of Life  a shadow walking in the quake of my steps a tattered pad and pen, old hands taking notes, random thoughts and oddly paced prayers, misspelling the past, scribbling the future in lines dim, ungrammatical, lacking any cadence in a waking moment, i amend the notes, seize the present, edit history, writing complete sentences, grammatically precise, organically composed, a latter-day revisioning © 2018, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day and The BeZine)