Walden Writers Soul Journey #35

Words from Walden

This Writing journey is for anyone who wants to explore themselves and produce an intimate artistic expression from their soul. It is a no-cost journey, and it is my gift to you!

The google doc below (inside google docs, click “file ” and “make a copy” to have your own editable version).

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Yw3M2mKZKno9jrt-HrON24l9jBryKQcourN6JSQ9a-Q/edit?usp=sharing

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memories left

Develop. Inspire. Transform.

I walk, and watch
a time of trees
and of the silences that speaks
of mist

covered evenings
and of the memories
you left

by the gravestone
etched with the blood of
our love

a time of desperation
and of sorrow

dwelling in hearts
beating in sync with lost
time

and
with the cosmic qualities
of our lives


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We Are Poetry: Lessons I Didn’t Learn in a Textbook, by Kym Gordon Moore

I was elated to receive Kym Gordon Moore’s new book about a month ago, and though I’ve only read a few selected chapters thus far, I can write here that it is an amazing read. Here is an example:

I Am

“They say I am nothing

in my someone-ness

traverse into a flow

of the seen but not heard

nonexistent, divisible where liberty is not just

not considered worthy to speak,

or to…

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Marii Freire

Pensamentos.me/VEM comigo!

Caminhos novos para serem trilhados exigem de nós, inteligência e flexibilidade. Flexibilidade para diante da necessidades, mudar o se faz necessário, e inteligência para saber que tudo muda o tempo inteiro, inclusive a nossa opinião, “percepção” sobre o que acontece no mundo e a nossa volta.

Marii Freire

https://Pensamentos.me/VEM comigo!

Santarém, Pá 3 de dezembro de 2022

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Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Pensamentos.me/VEM comigo!

O amor antigo vive de si mesmo,

não de cultivo alheio ou presença.

Nada exige nem pede. Nada espera,

mas do destino vão nega a sentença.

O amor antigo tem raízes fundas,

feitas de sofrimento e de beleza.

Por aquelas mergulha no infinito,

e por estas suplanta a natureza.

Se em toda parte o tempo desmorona

aquilo que foi grande e deslumbrante,

o antigo amor, porém, nunca fenece

e a cada dia surge mais amante.

Mais ardente, mas pobre de esperança.

Mais triste? Não. Ele venceu a dor,

e resplandece no seu canto obscuro,

tanto mais velho quanto mais amor.

Carlos Drummond de Andrade. O Amor Antigo

ANDRADE, Carlos Drummond de. Seleção de textos, notas, estudos biográfico e crítico por Rita de Cássia Barbosa. 3° ed. Nova Cultural São Paulo, 1990

Marii Freire

https://Pensamentos.me/VEM comigo!

Imagem ( Arquivo pessoal)

Santarém, Pá 3 de dezembro de 2022

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I know not when

Triangle Writes...

by : Bacardi Gold
03/dec/2022

Photo by Fabian Wiktor on Pexels.com

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In the midst of the olden days
reeling off from my mind it lays
gone-by moments years i’ve used-up
I only take-in the good ones back

rough forbearance triggered my tears
hurting my heart and it did coerce
rebounding memories keep talking in silence
knocking at the door of my lucid conscience

i will be home i know not when
the good, the bad the excuses and then
prayers were said its righteous acumen
so be it, judgment among men

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