HeyJaredElizabethSpringPoetry
"Elizabeth Spring Poetry" is my on-going journey with poetry, paintings, and musings about living a mindful life with constant detours into humor and poignant revelations.
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Still UN-DAUNTED DREAMS & SCHEMES (opens the original)
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I have arranged for ten days away—Ten days to be lifted out of this realityAnd transported to another oneThank God. To experience something new—Different —alone—The point is I’m going Someplace ElseI am going Somewhere ElseProving to myself…The point is …That I&
Grief Grows the Soul (opens the original)
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Grief Grows the SoulA sadness sits in me nowas a sweet melancholythe color of soft violetpensive, pondering—a monk in a monastery.Grief doesn’t overtake me nowlike a fierce waveDragging me under—<s
The Dog Walkers (opens the original)
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On the Edge of Melancholy (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedOn the Edge of Melancholy How easy it is to stand on the edge between the permeable boundaries of melancholy and joy-- Sliding from one to the other each standing their ground hovering in their subtle moods overtaking one at times. Like an aged red wine I too stand, open and ready-- The years having added grace notes and undertones... But if one drinks too much-- tears may rise and one could get lost wavering in a sea overwh
Letter to my Soul (opens the original)
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Letter to my SoulOn this rainy morning in JulyAfter a dozen days of sunI come back to my SoulQuietly, and with intent,Saying, I am still here!Forgive my seeming absence My endless chatter and wanderlust…I’ve been wanderingin a sunny daze—But—I am still hereWith an open earTo listen to your wild or quiet voice.What will you say to me today?Will you speak of howanother summer cyclehas come and seduced me awayto drift into the gardens, to the sea..to the friendswho want to p
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