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Tag Archives: the soul
The shadow knows
It ought to be a simple thing: you spend years looking for just what inspires you, makes you realize exactly how to become you, to finally be satisfied with who the mirror shows you back, and make the bold choice … Continue reading
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Tagged conviction, NaPoWriMo, perception, self, shadow, struggle, the soul
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The Eyes
Watch the eyes: they reflect scars that long since faded from the flesh still mark the hard survivor’s face with phantom traces, and though less pronounced with each new moment’s span can in some lights, and moods, reveal the inner … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, enemies, eyes, intentions, paranoia, spies, subconscious, the soul
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Tending a Garden
The soul is a garden that needs tending: deadheads to be snipped away, trees to trim, stray weeds to remove, fence that needs mending, measuring, minding each tendril and limb. Yet what will thrive, and what withers and dies, regardless … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, gardening, growth, inspiration, sonnet, the soul, truth
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Work on the Soul
Work on the soul is busy work – it is unstructured, free-for-all work, meaning long stretches of silence, staring at ceilings, talking nonsense syllables to listening walls and trees; it is caterwauling at unseen demons, driving all night to the … Continue reading
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Tagged creativity, excerpts, inspiration, life, the soul
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