rain baptizes
the yard, field, streets, river
from winter’s hold
opening the frightened ground
flowing through it and forward
Day 21
21 Tuesday Apr 2015
My Poetry Library
Where there is Poverty, Poetry and ... Death, you'll find the Truth
Bralowski
Poetry and Stories by Zach Jackson
Melody Chen
Word-Experimentalist
One Woman's Quest
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
The Naga
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
Fred Gonsowski Garden Home
Garden Design, Gardening and Interior Decorating information, how-to, and ideas
GOOD BLACK NEWS
The Good Things Black People Do, Give and Receive All Over The World
NPHR Blog
Public Health Matters
The Shout Heard 'Round The World: Exploring the Meaning and the Message of the Declaration of Independence
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Life is But This 命
Mary Tang 鄧許文蘭
EWIAN
Independent audiovideo artist
Jessamayann
whispers & screams & in betweens
Brendan Cole - Writer
Musings On Life and Other Minutiae
forgottenmeadows
thoughts from my mind to yours
Little Jasmine
A fine WordPress.com site
Epiphanies
Documenting the little truths that make every day worth being enthusiastic about.
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Thank you so much! I certainly will visit your site. Thanks for connecting.
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I love this line, “opening the frightened ground.” Such a startling image, and in conjunction with “baptizes,” really gets me thinking…
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Thanks much. Getting to the bottom of the barrel …
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No barrels, just unfailing wells… 🙂
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I wish!!
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