A glimpse of the God
granted to her worshippers
while her husband rests
Enlightenment
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…let there ALWAYS be libraries…
Matters close to the heart. Memories of childhood visits to the library rank highly in our, as we age, list of fondly-recalled thoughts. From the meanest small town library to the grandest major city edifice we should do all we can to preserve these National Treasures, the local library.
ELDER PARK LIBRARY
…by any stretch of the measurement of age, this ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler is no longer a youth… I adulted around a-hem years ago… and having become in recent years an Author, I have more than a passing interest in the comparatively new debate as to whether books are better in print or on an eReader such as Auntie Amazon’s Kindle…
and despite being part of the, (a-hem again), ‘older’generation, I have no negativity toward the modern downloaded reader versions of books… don’t mistake me – I still enjoy immensely the feel of a paper book in my hands, and even, yes, the smell of the paper and the gum paste thats binds the spine (emb’dy else remember ‘sniffing’ a new book?)… but times move on – the electronic age has become an imbedded part of our lives whether we embrace it or not –…
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Ronovan writes #133
The waters will flow
tear the heart from the mountain
sands of time are spawned
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Ronovan writes#132
A moth approaches,
with one light kiss to the flame
she will find heaven
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Ronovan writes #130
I turn, my surfboard
spins then glides over the white
turbulent water
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Ronovan writes#129
Does the sparrow feel
sadness at seeing the space
in the empty nest
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Solstice praised
Answering our prayers
the solstice sun has risen
renewed and refreshed
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Ronovan writes#Haiku 128
In dark days the bells
in coats of coal-seam velvet
ring sombre changes
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Hounds of hell
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A taste of blood,Ronovan writes#127
I could not resist
just one kiss from blood-stained lips’
salty taste of death
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