Friday
Sep302016
Friday, September 30, 2016 at 11:44AM
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E n d t o E n d l e s s
Pier
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina
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I had a dream last night
I dreamt that I was swimming
And the stars up above
Directionless and drifting
And somewhere in the dark
Were the sirens and the thunder
And around me as I swam
The drifters who'd gone under
Time, love
Time, love
Time, love
It's only a change of time
I had a dream last night
And rusting far below me
Battered hulls and broken hardships
Leviathan and lonely
I was thirsty so I drank
And though it was salt water
There was something 'bout the way
It tasted so familiar
Time, love
Time, love
Time, love
It's only a change of time
The black clouds I'm hanging
This anchor I'm dragging
The sails of memory rip open in silence
We cut through the lowlands
All hands through the saltlands
The white caps of memory
Confusing and violent
I had a dream last night
And when I opened my eyes
Your shoulder blade, your spine
Were shorelines in the moonlight
New worlds for the weary
New lands for the living
I could make it if I tried
I closed my eyes, I kept on swimming
Time, love
Time, love
Time, love
It's only a change of
Time, love
Rough seas, they carry me
Wherever I go.
= Josh Ritter =
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Happy Friday
Thursday
Sep292016
Crows on weary wings
Thursday, September 29, 2016 at 11:44AM
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P r a y W i t h o u t C e a s i n g
Mt. Carmel UMC Cemetery
McDonough, Georgia
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The wild duck startles like a sudden thought
And heron slow as if it might be caught
The flopping crows on weary wings go by
And grey beard jackdaws noising as they fly
The crowds of starnels whizz and hurry by
And darken like a clod the evening sky
The larks like thunder rise and suthy round
Then drop and nestle in the stubble ground
The wild swan hurries height and noises loud
With white neck peering to the evening cloud
The weary rooks to distant woods are gone
With lengths of tail the magpie winnows on
To neighbouring tree, and leaves the distant crow
While small birds nestle in the edge below.
And heron slow as if it might be caught
The flopping crows on weary wings go by
And grey beard jackdaws noising as they fly
The crowds of starnels whizz and hurry by
And darken like a clod the evening sky
The larks like thunder rise and suthy round
Then drop and nestle in the stubble ground
The wild swan hurries height and noises loud
With white neck peering to the evening cloud
The weary rooks to distant woods are gone
With lengths of tail the magpie winnows on
To neighbouring tree, and leaves the distant crow
While small birds nestle in the edge below.
= John Clare =
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Happy Thursday
Wednesday
Sep282016
Your beauty perish
Wednesday, September 28, 2016 at 11:44AM
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P o s e y P a t r o l
Bush River Memorial Gardens
Columbia, South Carolina
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Though you are in your shining days,
Voices among the crowd
And new friends busy with your praise,
Be not unkind or proud,
But think about old friends the most:
Time’s bitter flood will rise,
Your beauty perish and be lost
For all eyes but these eyes.
Voices among the crowd
And new friends busy with your praise,
Be not unkind or proud,
But think about old friends the most:
Time’s bitter flood will rise,
Your beauty perish and be lost
For all eyes but these eyes.
= W.B. Yeats =
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Happy Wednesday
Tuesday
Sep272016
Some revelation is at hand
Tuesday, September 27, 2016 at 11:44AM
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A t Y o u r B e a k a n d C l a w
Bowling Green State University
Bowling Green, Ohio
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
= William Butler Yeats =
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Happy Tuesday
Monday
Sep262016
Spite of old sorrows
Monday, September 26, 2016 at 11:44AM
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L e a n i n g R i g h t
Elmwood Cemetery
Columbia, South Carolina
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Every morning is a fresh beginning,
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.
= Susan Coolidge =
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Happy Monday