My farmhouse is sold and gone this past week, so this poem emerged...
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New poem, “The Last Cord”
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Collecting a “Red Barn in Autumn”
Soon, all that will be left to me of the farmhouse and my life there will be my memories of it.
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Silent Summer
... I felt what I wanted now was to get out into the world again. To be a part of it, to be connected once more.
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Coming Home Again
Like Scarlett O'Hara, I felt like I was running back to Tara to find some strength. Only my Tara was about 1600 square feet with a cemetery just beyond the backyard.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: To catch the light
there is only that instant... when it returns... and I know such warmth again... when understanding dawns.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: fireflies dance
the fires burning quietly, this constellation of small stars surrounding me, fallen to earth below...
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Seeing Ghosts
I think most times those are the most troubling ghosts of all, the ones that are mine, the ones that are me.
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THROUGH MY LENS: monarch memories
All it took was one small, beautiful moment to remind me.
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THROUGH MY LENS: waiting for the thaw
It's helped me remember that times come and go in life, including those creative peaks and valleys.
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Video: Poetry reading from the Bedlam Farm Open House
Watch the video here Already in the cold grip of winter here, it’s nice to look back on the lovely warmer weather of October that everyone enjoyed at the fall open house. Here I am …
Jacqlyn Thorne 