Raspberries and the Glory . It is such a graceful name. .For such an awful curse- . "Morning Glory" . Say it and what do you see? . It brings me No thoughts of a Beautiful start to any day, Rather, I see a choking weed that Was once my responsibility To clear away from …
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BTT 71.2: In the music of a quiet morning.
I married my sweet Carly Danyel yesterday. I read this poem at our wedding, so I am reposting it again today. LOVE YOU SWEET CARLY BIRD!!! In the Music of a Quiet Morning . In the music of a quiet morning I am listening to small creatures Singing in the threatened line of trees Hiding …
BTT #71: In the Music of a Quiet Morning
In the music of a quiet morning I am listening to small creatures Singing in the threatened line of trees Hiding darkly between Growing rows of houses. . I could still be asleep As the lullabies spring From the leaves. But I am called into waking, And like these chirping birds And frogs and …
BTT #65: Excommunicado
Excommunicado · Fifteen faces Study me kindly. Their care weighs On me. Do they know Me really Beyond one or two? Does God still Want me? Once we joined Music filling voids Between stars. I hear now only Pierced hands Pressing quiet On my Beating heart. ∞ -Lona Gynt, February 2020. ……… This is …
BTT #56: I am worried about Jessica
I am pleased and grateful to be able to announce that I have had a posting accepted by the Blog Site "By Common Consent." Here is the link: · https://bycommonconsent.com/2019/06/18/i-am-worried-about-jessica/ · It is dedicated to, well... "Jessica." May you know that God keeps you and us and knows our travails.
BTT #42: Blood
Blood · How do we regard This constant stranger Running always in And through us Bringing gifts As a fountain, quietly, Nourishing but never Wending past edges of the Waking dreams and Visions it only ever Carefully feeds? · Unless... We sometimes see A red round drop Flattened starkly against a Clean white plate When a …
BTT # 2.0: Desert Crossroads At Dusk
Desert Crossroads at Dusk · If we had thought At this interim, Where he plants His graveled head Lifts his back And carves the sifted plain To greet our tread, That surety were Merely the lengthened Shadow of our sweetest dreams. Then had each herself Her own heart reprieved. Whether her path into the …
BTT #29: Preface and Grace
Editor's Note: (meow) This post starts pleasantly enough, but I need to warn you that it might be a trigger of sadness or anxiety for victims of abuse, assault, or rape. · Preface: Hello this is HarveyCat, Lona's sometime Bodyguard, Conscience, Accountant, Therapist, Public Relations Coordinator, and Editor. On a late night this last week …
Scattered thoughts made a little more random 