Roses are the free Downloaders of joy That swirl around in The sly soup of dread & tame it into tenderness! Continue reading Roses are the free downloaders of joy…
to pass the time in Peace Zone Continue reading Solitude sometimes chooses ringlets to wear….
There is a secret tea kettle of the mind that Bubbles away inside every day which boils Up the brew very close to happiness to border the darkest gown of some grief or agony that is blackening, battering and blaming … Continue reading The tea kettle brewing inside the heart….
I particularly like that rose Aptly called the Cabbage Rose For its curly, layered, intricacy And it always badgers me into Digging into my own layers of Tranquility, tenderness, and hope that can open up this day with all its … Continue reading A love of Cabbage Roses
Peace surely owns the biggest brightest journal in the world to Store its pictures and poetry so It can pack off its avalanche of Adored enchanters to the needy Numb and unnerved to perk up! Continue reading Peace owns the biggest journal in the world
Keeping still inside my carpet bag crammed with pink roses often brings rewards from some secret pocket of radiance. They thaw out the ice box crammed with wastage, wanton wastage and time stuck sullenly inside a mountain of old trash. … Continue reading Keeping still inside A Carpet Bag of Pink Roses