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Like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz I am a small town Kansas girl. Also like Dorothy I meet interesting characters along my life journey. I read, write when my soul stirs me to do so, and I love passionately and unconditionally, therefore I feel pain.
+ more bio informationWhen It Rains I hear you call my name... when it rains. Water colored misting memories of sounds, smells fresh in mind... when it rains. Faint the touch to my soul as mingling tears brush sad... when it rains....... and I hear you call my name.
This Christmas seasons quiet, a voice will not to be heard. Had He informed me you'd not be here, I'd have screamed absurd! Your giggles with our granddaughters, your gentle chirps to the bird, not to hear you call-wake up-three times, my finest alarm not heard. The fields of snow, soon to cover the land you walked, my tears...
The Color of God The color of God I tried to see, as His small child admonished me. I, the teacher, being taught... another answer I never sought. His words as crisp as nipping air, he spoke with truth, a lovely flair. I was stopped by love, never to recind, "Teacher, the color of God is wind."
'To be or not to be', you asked of me one day, to explain, the meaning of, and I said it this way, because of your developmental delay -they say. Would you like to be a girl? And not the boy you are? Or maybe a cockatiel, Sunkiss, on your shoulder? Maybe an eagle to fly afar, or not to be a mouse in a house with a cat...
Turn The Pages of My Book That You Missed While Away. Turn the pages of my book that you missed while away. My two sisters came back together, now the three of us make a new triangle. My two brothers see each of them in a different light, they too make triangles now. My son, his lovely wife, and I are learning to create a ne...
My brother-in-law has wished me dead for twenty years. I have always wished him early death, release from misery. His mind sick, twisted, I believe unable to care, except for the money his next script brings, easy money, 'cause he's sick, he sings. Lung cancer, Emphysema, COPD, and Hep. C., I read the papers, say, seems he s...
Words Dripping To Drop Greedy grass widow wish to drop shot-gun spooning, for one and for all, the stop of silent swooning. Capping in finest pen fashion, end of days, my darkness shines of begotten rays. Windy rains drench with thirst not of blood, but deathform of self, as it lives in the crud. That spiritual bathing, of "...
Throbbing sounds of silence, numbness ringing in ear, the Universe' melodious hum eliminated. Timeless, tiring time tugging at strings of heart, head heavy with words, no voice, cold hugs to weariness, never to release. Hibernation of soul, survivals one essence, a small of life dangling precariously.
Silence of the moon upon the lapping water, smoldering embers of fire glowing, a blanket of stars laid upon velvet dark, different now that you are worlds away. Butterflies waiting to be caught, fish laughing that they will not, roads never again to be taken, my faith a bit shaken, now that you are worlds away. Many mansions...
Trust...that incandescent quality she possessed shown upon her face as nothing less than joy. Everything she touched turned new, fresh like a spring day, after the showers. But once, unable to find her way, joy caste uncertainty across the brow of time. Munificent the brain that unlocked shadow, playing in the darkness broug...
Sherri Coulter
Member since: February 2008
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