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Compelling Integrity
one doesn’t have to write everyday
to express the challenges that they face
to capture the attention and devotions
of a few or more who can feel those
slowly brewed deepest of emotions
one doesn’t have to visit every page
of what is offered on selected subjects
to capture the attention and devotions
of others who accept muse offered gifts of the
slowly brewed and deepest of emotions
one only has to accept the offered selfless
inklings of the gentle soul that is attempting to keep and
to capture the attention and devotions
of like minded companions on this, life’s journey which is
slowly brewed and filled with the deepest of emotions
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brew
comfort cup
coffee or tea
share it with me -
drink
(c) JP/davh
We are all crossing the street, building bridges and connecting with so much caring and thought through our writings. Thank you for brewing a friendship with me, you have taken much time looking and saying good things to me, too.
*blush* I am only the sum of my parts. Well perhaps the writer part takes up more space…*giggle* – Thanks.
This one resonates with me. I may be visiting this one again…
thank you for reminding me I’ve not visited this site for a while!
Hallo,
This is for you, for being kind to others and me, http://www.bigcards.nl/card/pickup/bc-c7cf3c10/
Sweet Valentine greetings, Summer
What Jasmine said ↕ u’r awesome! ♥
Wow, Jules, wow!
This was just wonderful; I’m so flattered! It’s so nice to know one’s efforts – and one’s honesty – are appreciated by others. I get a great deal of pleasure from writing . . . I wish there were more hours in the day for me to express myself – and describe the world I see. Thank you for your outstanding verse and the nod to my blog!
A moving tribute,,,a new page (for me) to visit,
Thanks for drawing my attention to this new (to me) blog.
I love this… I keep defining WHY I am doing what I do. As I narrow down my reasons for wanting to be a musician. I think most people think that most musicians and poets/ writers are fame whores. We are not. It’s like I suppose what it’s like when you are called to serve as a priest. It’s a calling and part of that answer is acknowledging that you will be broke looked at like your crazy and get told NO more than YES! I love this poem and I ADORE you!