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Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance. — Carl Sandburg There are poets because pain and joy are intangible but real, manifestations that can sometimes sound like mud or feel like purple. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and mayContinue reading “Poets”
Lines of wisdom descend from the corner of my eyes to my temples, new gray strands extend from my roots, highlighting a maturing face, and I am content to see my father’s eyes, my mother’s slender jawline, and other family echos, inherited traits that combine to make this one unique and imperfect face, wrinkled, seasoned, wearing a sketch ofContinue reading “Reflection”
Along some sweet stream lined with tall grasses, sunshine, and willow trees, we will have a picnic lunch, luxuriate under a canopy of green leaves, find dragons and butterflies in the wispy clouds the gentle winds bring, and wonder why we ever doubted spring. —C.L. Fisher, February 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writingContinue reading “Soon”
“Night hath its songs;…hear the spheres as they chant praises which are loud to the heart, though they be silent to the ear, — the praises of the mighty God, who…moves the stars in their courses.”
— Charles Spurgeon
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