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Quotes

“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see” by Mark Twain.

Kindness

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She gathers the pieces of a discarded letter

Crushing them in her small hands

An almost burnt-down lit candle on a candle ho...

Up since midnight/

A coherent sentence – evades her

She wants to end it.

Yesterday in the dell/ she happened upon them

Drawn by the sweet tinkling laughter of a woman/in love

It was their own secret place/no one else should have been there

How could he?

Two timing/Matthew Horner

She looks at his photograph hanging in the corner.

He has broken her heart

After promising that they would never part

She has loved and lost

Broken emotions/ and shattered trust

And the tears boil over

Here in her room she mourns

For that which she thought she had.

 

By Joszann St.John

 

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Caribbean flamingo

Hope everyone is doing wonderful.I haven’t been around lately,and just wanted to check in.I don’t just want to post for posting sake.We deserve the best of each other.Thanks for your love and patience.All in good time. J

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Nature

English: Portrait of William Wordsworth by Wil...

English: Portrait of William Wordsworth

“Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher” by William Wordsworth.

Nature’s heart is beautiful, see how she unfolds at the gentle bidding  of the sun.

She is compassionate too, and even full of fun.

She calls to you today to be  in agreement

For she waits patiently still, because you’re needed in the final act of denouement.

By Joszann St.John

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English: Cotton candy Ελληνικά: Μαλλί της γριάς

Homeless buildings cold and vacant dot the landscape of cityscapes

Competing for space/crowded out by the cotton candy existence of newer urban dwellings

Entombed history cries out to be delivered from the confines of yesteryear

Enjoyed and forgotten/ designs and structures of another era

Previous denizens have moved on/ some to other countries and many/ to other realms.

Cranes and demolition equipment will come to history’s rescue.

Raping and pillaging her stores.

She won’t be unearthed gently/ by loving gentle archeological arms

Instead It will be the sharp metal marauding teeth/ of violence tearing and gutting her insides

Laying her to rubble and waste/forgotten now/ flattened becoming a plain

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Making way for the recently more expensive monstrosities

“Ahh…” sweet revenge in maybe 50 60 70 or 150 years

Alas the same/ the same.

By Joszann St. John

 

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Tea Rose in North Garden

Winter shadows pervade the empty space

It’s grey/ drab/ colorless/ enigma hard to shake

Sometimes embraced with pleasure/ other times creating friction/biting nails and deep emotional angst

When it lingers /refusing to leave

I know its necessary/but

 Outside the snow is present but not intrusive

In my vision/now real/ and at other times/ seemingly far removed from the present

This existence of shadows and harsh reality draws me reluctantly/ sometimes onwards

In the overhang under the eaves trough a solitary rose bush has defied winter

Hanging on for dear life/a sheltered bloom/whilst winter raged on

Now plucked off the thorny vine/ some drops of blood splattered on the white snow

Reminds me of the immediacy of feeling/ somewhat.

 Joszann St.John

 

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I’ve always enjoyed photos.The past number of years it seems I’m developing a keener appreciation for this art form. Especially when it comes to older gems.Pictures have helped in constructing my newest title Sonnets in Waking Moments.I will always be a student of history and things of the past, truthfully tradition and such fascinates me.Photos tell a story, that is if we are observant enough. When there is no story or conversation piece to guide you the visual image is powerful.I’m trying to connect all the things I like,dislikes too and incorporate them into my work. This photo is an old one ,not sure of the date but its a poignant reminder of our history. I think there is a quiet dignity about the two women.I like this one very much because of what it captures,a unique time  in history,imagery, class, race and gender are portrayed here.

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