Daily Archives: December 7, 2015

A Glimpse of Home

I will miss the trees that frame the setting sun, the pinks and blues of a slumbering sky. The view will be much different if I choose to go, So why should I leave? Home is where the heart is, … Continue reading

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Christmas Wish

Fairy lights aglow, In the midst of pine needles and fake snow. Bits and baubles decorate the tree; A pyramid that glistens and glimmers. Distortion in the globe, what I see Is not what can be seen. Merry carols and … Continue reading

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Empty Hands

Nothing up my sleeve, Magic has nowhere to hide. Absence of wonder. © 2015 An Offbeat Bluestocking Ah, finally back on the poetry train! So happy to be a part of Writing 101 this month. Now I can try to … Continue reading

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