The power of touch One stroke of a hand infusing energy into a worn-down body Shooting through veins A much needed euphoria producing drug
Source: Touch – Poetry For Healing
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I recently asked about favorite holiday movies, and today, I thought I would move the discussion to a different art form–music, specifically holiday songs. For me, I think of two in particular that are among my favorites: one is “Snoopy’s Christmas,” which I have loved since I was a child; another is “Little Drummer Boy,” which speaks to the importance of the poor and what they can contribute to the world.
I ask all of you: what is your favorite holiday song or songs?
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I’m not afraid to fall in love with you I’m just afraid to fall deeper than you. -Sept 2019
Source: A Deep Fear | Debatably Dateable
“And I remembered you.
I remembered how much
I missed you.”
After so long without you, I was used to monochromatic dreams. The color of your eyes, no longer a brilliant shade. The tone of your flawless skin, no longer the same. And the sight of you, in those dreams, was becoming hazy. Like I couldn’t quite remember the planes of your face. Those dreams scared me the most. I didn’t want to forget you. But I felt you slipping away anyway. So when I dreamt last night, and I saw that first glittering of color, it caught me off guard. It was like seeing clearly for the first time in ages. And I remembered you. I remembered how much I missed you. It broke my heart all over again.
© Sarah Doughty
and my heart shattered
Senryu There is nothing likea friend who understands youand forgives your flaws Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
The great holiday rush of last-minute madness began at 5:01 pm on Friday. With lists and reminders set, along with a tank full of gas, I hit traffic-snarled roads, crowded stores, and attended a whirlwind of gatherings. In the wee hours of the morning, tired, but happy, I collapsed into bed, knowing my reward was near.
The presents are purchased, wrapped, and distributed to their intended recipients. Some lie tucked beneath a brightly twinkling Christmas tree waiting for the big man to arrive. Countless dozens of themed cookies were baked, packaged, and many have already disappeared with approving “yums.” The family dinner is planned. My fridge, freezer, and pantry are stuffed with every ingredient I will need. I review my notes and smile. Today’s agenda calls for pajamas, naps on the couch, and a movie marathon.
The lineup is not surprising. The list contains classics, both new and old, and maybe one or…
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