My daughter said, ‘I wish I could see the world the way a poet sees it,’ “But YOU are an Artist. It’s kind of the same.” I answered. She said, “No, it is quite different.” A few days later I asked her to explain, and this is how she explained it~ “I guess maybe as an […]
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This morning I grabbed my coffee and woke up the dog to do her morning routine outside. (This is ‘Winnie’ -our miniature daschund) I accompanied her outside as lately she seems needy- she doesn’t want to be outside by herself – so I took my coffee and decided to sit outside for awhile so she’d […]
It all goes back to when life got REALLY busy. (You see, I wasn’t always a wayward reader. I started life reading like any ordinary person, forgetting about the world, and letting myself be taken into an imaginary world that seemed so real that I never wanted to leave.) Then I learned to read ‘badly.’ […]
Academia: “Write of roses, daffodils, and violets, White linen, drownings, and yellow-wallpaper creeping madness” If I write: This artist will write of your painted rainbow mists– Blue mornings, pink horizons, and golden oceans! If I write: This gray moth will write of Your stained-glass-monarch-butterfly universe! If I write: This traveler will write of worlds that collide The Pacific and […]
Michele Marie's Poetry By The Fireside... 
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