Sometimes I feel like the world's people are divided in two camps, one on the right side of the river, the other on the left. Some people from both sides are trying to build a bridge over the river, a violent passing of water, while others from both sides are trying to keep the bridge…
Are You There?
Hello, are you there? There seems nothing more to write. Everything has been . . . .Silence, stars shine bright.The dreams of childhood, the blightis coiling, uncleanAre you there? Hello!The streams singing on the rocksHealing, cleaning, Nin.Moira Levant © Jan. 26 2019
reposting “A Tale told a New Way” a story of friendship
A Tale told a new way - Original Story gotten from: http://changelog.ca/topic/The%20Scorpion%20and%20the%20Turtle The Story An English Language version of the story is as follows... A turtle was happily swimming along a river when a scorpion hailed it from the shore. A scorpion, being a very poor swimmer, asked a turtle to carry him on his…
Support my Blog
So a year ago today I earnestly started this blog. It is a hogpog of thoughts on adversity, animals, baseball, the American Civil War, classical music, coffee (go Ghostlight), cooking, Doctor Who, dogs, education, faith, family, folk music, food, freedom, fun, greed, history, hope, Jazz, life, listening, love, mankind, movies, music old movies, peace, plants,…
Green
The Forest is calm babbling brook is within yet death lurks for some Moira Levant © May 12 2018
against the flow
Skewed no warning change came disrupted the calm anger ensewed to no avale change was staying changed trying to think peace accept what is be calm in the midst of change but anger was there anyway skewed once again explosion, disruption, frenzy salmon swiming upstream agaist the current home to spawn home skewed twisted, changed, no longer…
Tide
Wide eyed youth, out, in running happily outside life's cares pushed aside The tide is wide and full of energy, out, in People are tired Adults mired in grief the loss of so many done before they can rest Watch the swamp, quicksand. Audible cries for help and nothing to be done!…
Childhood
Rivulet When I was a child we lived by the ocean. I still miss the sound of the waves upon the sound that I could hear as I went to sleep at night. We moved inland and though there was no ocean, there was a stream, a rivulet in a way. I used to…
positivity
Positivity Hope, you dope. Soap, and warm water, soak them old bones. Feel, you heel. like an eel, in water lurk quietly in lush grasses Trust, or bust. Read them body language motions Reeds along the water. Moira Levant / COCOA2.com © Feb 10th 2018
