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EPISODES AND THE MUSE
CLII.

Emily
One day
I wondered when
The tale would end
Or how it would beguile.
So I came
But then
I vanished
For yet, a little while.
〰©Nellieanna H. Hay
Do souls refuse their heirs, elect
Inherit, or but perish them?
Did Dickinson, her muse select
Or Browning's seed infuse?
Is trivial so small,
Profound so very vast
That neither seed nor seedling
Could ever hope to last?
Are roots so damned eternal,
Truth, such layers of veils,
That all else fades and fails
Till all can be dispelled?
Will then the truth be clear?
Will purpose blend with being?
Will all our heirs and muses
Become one final Seeing?
Do not despair from discontent;
It visits all who feel.
Disparage not your detours;
They ferret out what's real.
〰©Nellieanna H. Hay

From out of disuse
Come lamp and pen.
I push off the dust,
Awaken dreams within.
The time is nigh
When they've come true;
And so have I,
Because I trust.
'Put on these garments!',
'The ones of knowing!
Begin where I left off,
By showing what I knew.'
And so I do,
Because I must.
〰©Nellieanna H. Hay

Nao
'Twixt time and time
and times suppose
The truth's abode
Slips from silent lips,
Upon sleep's silent ships.
We toss.
We count the loss
Of yet another
Crime or crimes
In silent rhymes
Of timeless episodes.
Yet follow fitfully
Follow dutifully
Follow faithfully
These rugged roads,
Obscurely.
〰©Nellieanna H. Hay

This day's intense remembrance
Of those brittle times ~
The progress of a century
Defy appropriate rhymes.
Perception accounts for it,
As resonance mounts
Upon the vacant universe,
Still stumbling unattended,
While mortals prime
Their own inventions
With little sight or clarity.
I cannot conjecture how
Those lost days of Amherst were,
Without humiliation
For that vast unattended
Soul of it. . .
. . . . so much, the pity.
If I must go without
The perfect, fitting message
It is a century's loss.
I would to know their hearts
So clearly, so dearly
That I'd clarify their notes,
Their poems, their prose,
Their garden's daisy, rose, ~
The beauty of it all.
Which I could not envision;
Yet I do ~ compose.
〰©Nellieanna H. Hay


I looked on lavender and knew
What stars would never know:
The random bent,
The tenderest hue
Repeats itself eternally
Upon each flow'r below,
This air disturbed effusively
By subtle scent
Exclusive to its bloom,
While trudging mortal life
Is but briefly known
Betwixt its birth and tomb.
〰©Nellieanna H. Hay
Afterthought: the little 1986 journal where I found these poems

Another of my hubs about E.D.
- My Muse - Emily Dickinson
Friends commented that handwritten poems I'd shared compared with Emily Dickinson's; also that my life at the time shared elements with hers. She became my muse, with whom I feel deep kinship.
© 2013 Nellieanna Hay
Comments
Good Christmas morning Nellieanna, what a gift to find your Emily poems. All written in 1986? I admire your process, your careful curating, your presentation of these precious pieces. Beautiful work as usual.
Wishing you , your friends and family a dazzling Christmas. As always your writings reach me at level deeper than I even know. I keep rereading and listening to your words and picture you writing every letter. Thank you for making life extra special.
I often find interest and sometimes comfort, inspiration, and genearal growth of mind and spirit on HP.
From time to time, I enjoy rereading favorites and reading ones I have nit yet read from favorite authors.
I know I have commented before. But tonight, it is the second poem that speaks to me most.
Beautiful poetry... You can sort of just "fall into it"...
great poems and great reads. You're gifted. Voted up.
I. White
Nellieanna,
Now I'm really confused... I thought Shirley Temple died and I thought it wasn't that long ago that I heard so... but I can't find her dead on the computer anywhere... are you sure she's dead? Ha ha... I'm guessing you've kept your ears and eyes open for her over the years, well with being a fan and a lookalike! Perhaps you even specifically remember reading or hearing about her death and here I am questioning it... maybe you even went to her funeral? lol...
That was so interesting to read about you growing up in real-time with Shirley, as I knew she was an 'icon of the past' even when I was a child. I really kind of lost track of her after her childhood years and had only heard she was now known as 'Shirley Temple Black' and that she was either hard to work with or mean or something, so to hear your refer to her as a philanthropist is pretty cool.
I suppose there's a big difference between having to do something and wanting to do something. That is not to say that sometimes we don't find a way to want to do something that we have to do anyway or that we can't accept that we have to do something regardless if we want to. When those are the circumstances and I take ownership... the determination kicks in and there's no stopping me... much of what you said sounds very familiar! ... and 'think too much'! Ha ha... I've heard that one plenty and it's not usually in the form of a compliment! :D
Gee, I guess when you say horizontally, you mean horizontally! I could never sleep without a pillow, oftentimes two; but that's usually the result of cheap or beaten pillows just not having enough fluff anymore and my desire to watch television or read when I lay down and needing to be propped up. As adamant as I am to have my head up, I am equally adamant about having it in an awkward position too! Just from EMT training alone I'm aware of where the most 'neutral' position is and I don't like to deviate too far from that... or I will pay dearly in the morning. I don't know about the whole 'tissue' thing though... lol. I've always been accused of being a 'restless' sleeper... though I always feel I've slept wonderfully :p. I remember buying a pair of shorts in high school that were 'between' sizes. The size up would've been too big and the one below would've been too small, yet the pair I ended up with could've afforded to be just a touch roomier. I thought they looked fine in the dressing room mirror, but when I tried them on when I got home, I felt like they were tighter that I wanted. So... my plan: wear them to bed and they'll stretch out! Why is it that when we were clothes around for the day, they seem to stretch out some? Yet... did not work as planned! As a matter of fact. I woke up in the morning and felt 'naked'. I jumped up out of bed, wondering why I didn't have pajamas on... forgetting about my night before plan... then I spotted my shorts on the ground next to my bed and couldn't for the life of me think of how they got there! Isn't that pretty bad that I could take my clothes of in my sleep? Ha ha... they were every bit as crisp in the morning as they were on the rack in the store!
I guess times had changed a lot from your childhood to mine. But I do recognize the kind of family you're talking about. My parents are both one of six and my father's family may have included some 'illegitimate' siblings, but they're family secrets and anyone with answers has died.
Also, my parents had my brothers and I, in under 3 years. June 1980, June 1981 and May 1982. We grew up in the 80's, when dysfunction was born... on my street anyway! I'm not complaining... I did more with my family growing up then the kids today will ever understand and I'm grateful for every minute... despite the psychological damage I may have now, as an adult... from parents who didn't understand the psychologies behind raising kids. Despite the fact that innovative things were pretty much overlooked... I'm glad you kept at it; that's no doubt had some affect on who you've become and it sounded like quite a lovely upbringing regardless. We all have our unique little things that make our families our families, don't we?
Texting with your granddaughter? How cool is that a grandma in her 80's who rocks out on the computer and texts? lol... I think my 60 something grandmother still has a cord on her phone and knobs on her TV!
Ahhh... thanks for making my afternoon!
Hugs,
Cat
Nellieanna,
Okay, I'm ready for my History test now! Ha ha... actually, that was quite a bit of interesting history and stories all in comment box number 1. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw you'd exceeded the allotted commenting space... but when you ain't done, you ain't done! lol.... I actually have only seen the first sentence of your second comment box so far, but if I don't comment on what I've already read, then I'm bound to lose it.
I imagine your childhood was much different than mine but there was an innocence still, when I was growing up; a kind I don't see nearly as much of today. I lived in a village of about 100 houses and new and spoke with all of my neighbors. My parents constantly had my brothers and I check in, but we always came and went, on bikes, on foot... and never really had any fears about any of it. I suppose the fear of being thrown in jail would've done something for me too! Golly! That's almost funny!
Lindbergh, wow... I knew of the story but I hadn't know nearly the details I got from the links. Wow... I think I just spend the last hour reading about it and it was quite fascinating... and sad. When you said you didn't know if they had ever found 'it', I assumed you were talking about Lindbergh's baby? According to the article they had found the baby about 2 months after he was kidnapped... very dead and very detailed, that was bothersome. I actually got so frustrated reading about that, that I knew I just had to keep reading to find out if they'd ever gotten to the bottom of it. The investigation very much trickled into NYC too, not far from where I was born and raised. What a nightmare, the whole thing and the bad leads, frauds... but finally catching the kidnapper and having him executed. I'd say justice was finally served.
At first, I was thinking, how terrifying... as far as your appendicitis scare goes, but my goodness, the story that followed thereafter could make it's own hub! I guess we really ought to be grateful for modern medicine and technology!
I am so sorry to hear about your sister and family, I cannot even imagine how that must've affected you. I just know that I'm not strong enough to get through something like that. I'm glad you have.
(I've probably left out something I planned on mentioning... but... onto Shirley Temple!)
Is it true, or is it just idle gossip, that this very talented poet is about to present a prose hub entitled:
'Dining Al Fresco with a Very Elegant Lady'
or its alternative title,
'How to Show Elderly Yuppies what Real Style is All About'.
Mwah!
Ian
Exquisitely artful writing! It is written on an ethereal, noble level...so very beautiful. :-) Lurana
I can't think of any other superlatives that preceding commentators haven't made. I am still feeling the emotional impact of these poems despite having been reading or rather experiencing them these past few days. It seems inappropriate to say I "read" your poems, for their words span many levels of consciousness that each new experience of "reading" is different from the last. Thank you for sharing these poems which must have come from very private reflections on significant events in your life.
Nellieanna,
I’m glad I can say that I’ve been alive and a part of the days when one consulted dictionaries and encyclopedias… we had both in my den growing up. ‘Googling’ is great because obviously things change and print that already exists cannot update itself. I also appreciate that it’s at your fingertips and you can find answers in seconds. Unfortunately, sometimes there are too many conflicting answers and you’re no further ahead than you were before you started ‘Googling’… and I love what you thought of ‘Googled’ to have meant… lol!
Oh, I had a terribly fear, maybe even phobia all of my life… it’s better now, but not non-existent. I wonder if the concept of death wasn’t presented to me in a not so healthy manner or something because once I realized that people actually die… the end!... that really did not sit well with me. I started asking ‘Well, then what?’ and nobody could provide me with an answer that satisfied me. I would lay in bed at night, after praying to God to please let my family live forever, and think about what happens after people die. I would run into my parents’ bedroom crying and ask and they would always start with “I think…” or “They say…” No… I wanted facts… proof! At five years old or so… I couldn’t bear the thought any longer and so I’d grab a book, probably nursery rhymes or something… and just read until my eyes couldn’t stay open anymore. To this day, I never ‘lay in bed’ at night… I always wait until I’m passing out before I go to bed because I don’t want to allow my brain time to drift to unpleasant thoughts. Yes, I’m sure that’s unhealthy, but I have problems… lol.
Oh… that’s so sad about your fears of being kidnapped! No doubt the results of parents telling you to stay away from strangers… or maybe a news story, or a bad movie? I can relate though, trust me. Wow, it sounds like your dreams were safe havens. For as long as I can remember I’ve had nightmares… I dream too, don’t get me wrong and they’re very much like something you’d see from Alice and Wonderland… but my nightmares bother me into the day.
Look at me… getting ahead of myself. Sometimes I have to address paragraph by paragraph so as to not neglect an entire statement… ish! You’ve explained your fear of kidnapping and now I see! :D Charles Lindberg's baby! Yes, I remember learning about that in school, isn’t that something… you lived through it! Return you! Lol… I would seriously doubt that! You did not say Shirley Temple! Oh my goodness! I just spoke of her the other day! I adored Shirley Temple as a child. I remember taking Sunday baths and getting out to watch my Shirley! Though I heard she turned into something of a brat as an adult :D
Yes, I am very much like that with projects… I’m not sure if it’s ambitiousness or stubbornness! Ha ha… even worse is when there is more than one project! Then I just find myself overwhelmed because I feel the need to equally accomplish them both. I’ve had people to tell me to ‘just stop’ several times in my life :D
Ha ha ha!!! You had me laughing out loud about knowing on your wrought iron bed! That’s too funny! Hey, I grew up with led paint and asbestos and I frequently joke that it must’ve been from ‘eating the led paint chips’! lol. I sleep well horizontally too! Lol Really though, I know many people who struggle to fall or stay asleep, that is not my problem. I sleep well, sometimes I fear I’d sleep through the world ending! It’s amazing though, how we can wake up to the sound of a baby lightly fussing… make a bottle, change baby, feed baby, burp baby and return baby, without ever realizing it! My first born didn’t sleep through the night until a year… and he’d get up every 3 to 4 hours… I got good though! lol
I am so much like you when it comes to those winds! Lol… I have found that I have a weak spot, sometime after dinner… I never sit down, if I do, that’d be the end of it! Disgustingly healthy… lol, is that an oxymoron? Though I must admit… I couldn’t be happier to hear that!
Oh me gosh! You’re timeline sounds so much like mine so far! Pleasant childhood, though I was born and raised in a dysfunctional family… teens, definitely trying… 20’s… so far have been the time of my life and I’m only a year and month into my 30’s, but so far, they suck! I love the idea of being reborn in my 40’s! I’m so happy that you see your journey as moving up… that is so great. So many people, I fear, waste so much time looking at what’s gone by that they miss out on appreciating what’s in front of them. 80s! I keep forgetting that… I keep thinking you’re in your 40s!
Quality, not quantity… you are a testament to that!
Hugs… you made my night again!
Cat
Nellieanna,
Oh you have me cracking up! Ha ha... I had to assault Google twice in one session! Once for ingénue and the other for Delores Del Rio, ha ha! But I thank you for expanding my vocabulary. I ought to get one of those bathroom readers with a new word for each day! Imagine the hubs I could write... lol.
Nellieanna, I must say... you have defied aging! What little aging you have done, you've done so very gracefully... boy if I could look like you as I get a little older, I'll be counting my lucky stars! I imagine your mental health has contributed to your beauty as stress can take years away from anyone. Days at the ranch I'm sure have helped you as well.
I wasn't sure if I was familiar with Delores Del Rio until I looked her up but I do recognize her face and as lovely as it is... I'll pass on her sleep schedule! :D I've always tried to cheat the nights! One has been due to a fear I developed as a child, in which I become terrified of my family dying and would think about death and what it means while I lay in bed at night... so I stopped laying in bed! Second, I just don't feel that there are enough hours in a day to do all the things I have to and want to do.
I truly do appreciate the advice though and I will heed your warning. After rolling into my thirties last May, I've been a little more conscious about aging... I feel like it's all downhill from here! lol... But I shouldn't be so hard on myself... they say the new 40 is 30 and so on.
Yes, those moments of 'Eh, there's no point in going to bed now', usually start with frustration... but end up with a productiveness :D... how much I am grateful for those second and sometimes third winds! lol
You look great!
Hugs,
Cat
From out of disuse
Come lamp and pen.
I push off the dust,
Awaken dreams within.
Such beautiful writing---But these are my favorite lines--and I too love Emily Dickinson
You are such a brilliant poet. I truly admire your work. It is inspiring.
My sweet dear friend Nellieanna,
Of course I'm interested! Thank you for mentioning as I probably wouldn't have realized it was up there. I'm very much looking forward to the read... it'll just have to be tomorrow or, I should say, after I've gone to sleep and gotten back up again as the birds are about to start chirping and I need to find my way to the mattress!
I will see you 'morrow! Big hugs!
Cat
Nellianna, at the time I lived in Boston, the tours were conducted either on the hour or something like that. I think, maybe, at least five people had to have gathered for a tour to begin. (If they were one person short, that would be ok.) And, at that time, the tours were free. For the Emerson house, this may still be the case.
Voted up and awesome. Just love your wonderful poetry Nell. Great imagery here. Passing this on.
Still trying on that research about the R.B./E.B. initials, Nellianna. (So busy--bedroom is satisfactory; now I have to work on the sewing/craft room.) The usual transportation was as a single person by train. (After the subway system, Boston has some great rail transportaton to Salem and other key poinst.) The only other possible way might have been a car ride from a friend who worked with me at the alternative health school where I resided at the time. I think this particular trip was done alone, however. Future correspondence about this will be through Fan Mail, as the subject matter is not really about Emily Dickenson, the subject of your hub. Blessings!
Oh no, dear Nellieanna. It is neither absurd nor presumptuous to confess to such a longing. For I know of no other poet that could honor Emily more. You bring this realization to its fullest fruition with your poetry.
Our Nellieanna is a National Treasure.
What more can I say?
Oh yes... I love her to pieces.
Nellieanna , There are few words that truely discribe your talent ,, I swear ! "Poets " don't have a clue ! You -my fair lady are a treasure that the rest of us can but try to copy ! You are my favorite poet ! Okay there , I've said it !.........hugs
Hello, Nellieanna. I started researching last evening (must have been up past midnight) and slept on it. I haven't found the definite answer yet, but I haven't given up, either. Names that come to me are Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau. I haven't ruled out Hawthorne's birthplace completely. When I went on these little excursions, the commute usually took 20-35 minutes (thereabouts). So, one by one, I'm going to figure out the name of the house and see if there is a current tour offered. At that point, I will have to email the house's site and see if anyone recalls that little tidbit about the initials. (What fun!) --Marie P.S. I had absolutely no time today for research because I had to move closet items and furniture between two rooms. (My daughter and her husband are remodeling a bathroom that elimiated three closets!)
Mozart's Piano Concerto No.21 Andante goes perfectly with these exquisite poems of yours, Nellieanna. I do prefer yours above Emily Dickinson's.
Absolutely beautiful!
I hate to emphasize only one of your poems, or part of it, because each and every word/phrase you write makes an impact. But I have to repeat this one like a chorus:
Are roots so damned eternal,
Truth, such layers of veils,
That all else fades and fails
Till all can be dispelled?
(Lots of fruit for thought!)
Hi Nellieanna;
Absolutely. I understand that Emily secluded herself from society, but I often wonder if this was an individual choice out of a shy nature. Her father was quite strict before he died, and this distancing herself from general society could have become habit after so many years. Although I’m quite sure that she knew she was different from others in her immediate circle, which probably explains why she reached out to others through her written communications. Perhaps this solitude opened up her intelligent, creative mind even more to her immediate surroundings. Her writing is intensely focused – nothing interfered with her imagination and the subject of her observations and poetry.
I have often thought that she was a romantic; her poems about nature are among my favorites. Her unique vision was rare and powerful…as is yours, with a distinctive elegance and grace. You look at life through different lens, my friend, and are able to share these perceptions through poetry that is really quite remarkable. :-)
"...put on the garments of knowing..." would that we could so easily solve life's problems. Each poem here holds it's own beauty and thoughts.
Voted up and beautiful dear Nellieana.
Gosh Nellieanna, this is beautiful! You are a true poet! I did not realize that you were a fan of Emily Dickinson; I love her work and spent very much time on her in college. She almost defines and defies poetry all at the same time. Enough about her, this is so whimsical and deep and some verses I read twice just to fully grasp the meaning. Wonderful, simply wonderful!
Hugs,
Cat
Delightful poems - so beautifully crafted and lovely images to accompany them. Really enjoyed them.
Nellieanna, I may have been mistaken about the name of the house. It might have belonged to another author whom Robert or Elizabeth had visited. (I'd have to research this myself! Possibly Hawthorne?)
I lived in Boston for six months beginning in June 1975 and visited a lot of historical homes with guided tours in various neighboring towns. (The house itself was not in Boston.) The memory of the window with the R.B./E.B. initials, however, is very clear and distinct in my mind. The tour guide had pointed out the etching or no one may have even noticed!
If I happen to remember more during my sleep tonight, I will certainly make another post! --Blessings, always.
Each one of these beautiful, profound poetic musings is more beautiful than the one that precedes it, Nellieanna. Top-drawer, m'dear, and voted Up.
What can I say? It has all been said, and yet nothing has been said that really fills the void that lies within me now. Exquisite will do for starters.
I have never read Emily Dickinson that I know of, but I have a vague feeling that there is something at the back of my mind that I have heard of hers, and frankly it was as nothing compared to what I have just read of yours, my wonderful friend.
I have always loved what I have read of yours Nellieanna, but I think you have even surpassed yourself this time. Or are you a wonderful, beautifully insidious drug that leaves me crying for more and more and more?
Your rhyming patterns are so effective and the startling beauty of your words and thoughts and phrasing leave me in absolute awe of these truly beautiful and mesmerising poems.
And to add just that wonderful atmosphere, the Mozart 21 which is one of my all time favourites. I have recently bought the complete Mozart Piano Concerti Played and Conducted by Murray Perahia, as you well know, and I was only listening to the 21st whilst sitting in my car... you know where... on Sunday, and here it is again, and here are you again. Oh wonderful lady and dear friend, please publish so that many may keep and hold in their hands and hearts, such lovely works.
Much, much love
Ian
Oh, Nellieanna, you have always reminded me of Emily. You both share a unique vision…the telling of it is a stunning, creative sublimation that transcends what binds the imagination. I will return to this lovely hub page, again and again, to absorb and enjoy. Thank you, dear poet, for sharing your extraordinary gifts. :-)
Beautiful words, thoughts and sentiments. Bravo. Great poetry. thanks for the sharing.
Thank you for the explanation on Amherst, Nellie.
I remember taking a tour of the Browning house on one of my site-seeing trips while I was living in Boston. The memory is faint now, but I remember the etchings in the lower-right corner of an upstairs window "RB + EB" for Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barret (later Browning). Speculation was that a diamond, due to its hardness and ability to cut glass, had been used to make the engraving. (This hub seems like a good place to share that little romantic tidbit! )
Nellieanna, you do your muse proud, and we, your humble followers are in awe! "Disparage not your detours; They ferret out what's real." Just one of the many lines that impacted me.
Great tribute and thought provoking words, my friend.
Your art is beautiful..
sharing..
This is a nice morning meditation.
Does "those lost days at Amherst" refer to you, Emily, or both?
And, I'm still enchanted with your graphics--however do you do them?
Thanks and blessings!
The poetry is splendid,and I enjoyed it so much. I can also get lost in that beautiful music. I jsut stopped and listened for a while before I continued on reading your beautiful prose. Voted up and will share.
Absolutely beautiful! Thank you for sharing! up++
Actually, I might say a personally delivered "gem" has more value than simply publishing it, at least to the person it is delivered to. Maybe that's just the sentimental in me though. I used to keep letters mailed to me. Had a huge shoebox full of them back from childhood. And books with handwritten notes to me in them were treasured.
Publish them all! Haha
I have scraps of paper from several years through full of half finished ideas and random lines or thoughts, some better than others. Perhaps that is just a poet/lyricist's universal habit.
I visited your link and left a comment there. :) It sure would be a gift for the world to have Nellieanna poetry and quotes floating around in tangible form, well the book anyway. But, I for one, am glad that you did not wait to see (or not) if it happened posthumously or I might never have met your or read your treasured gems!
This is a wonderful tribute to a beautiful poet, done in your lovely inimitable style. I really enjoy the way you write, and your beautiful, delicate pictures always add to your creation. I always feel nourished in spirit after reading your work. Many thanks.
Discontent visits all who feel.....what a beautiful line, which I paraphrased but I think still captured the feeling. Nellieanna, you have done a lovely thing this Sunday afternoon. Well done my friend.
What two exquisite writers here . . . Emily and you, dearest Nellieanna! Yes, I can see the likeness in your writings no doubt! Brilliance is present.
It is so endearing about Emily, that she did not write for public opinion.
I loved reading your poems while listening to Mozart! I am so glad you found them in your journals from 1986, and that you shared them here with us all. Have been missing your superb writing here of late.
Liked how you mentioned Browning too.
Voted up ++++ and sharing.
Hugs and love, Faith Reaper
I have so enjoyed this moment with your beautiful poetry, a bit of Mozart, and a cup of coffee. You did a wonderful job piecing together the music with your poetry. Thank you for sharing your amazing talent.
Don't worry. I'll do some digging soon. Haha Or maybe not so soon if you start popping out hubs waiting in the wings.
So that's what your little handwritten books look like, eh?
I love anything you write about. Why am I not surprised you'd have a muse? : ) I love these lines of your poem:
'Do not despair from discontent;
It visits all who feel.
Disparage not your detours;
They ferret out what's real'.
Fits those of us going through tough times. Thanks for sharing your work with us once again, fine lady! Voted it up and awesome, of course!!
OHHH Nellieanna.. I love Emily Dickerson.. so MUCH.... thank you my lady for such a wonderful delightful poem on our wonderful poets that have lived and loved and wrote so beautifully.. many blessings to you
sharing
Debbie
Been waiting for more from you. I was about to go read an old hub of yours I hadn't read yet. :)
I really like this verse:
If I must go without
The perfect, fitting message
It is a century's loss.
I would to know their hearts
So clearly, so dearly
That I'd clarify their notes,
Their poems, their prose,
Their garden's daisy, rose, ~
The beauty of it all.
Which I could not envision;
Yet I do ~ compose.
This poetry and the images that accompany them are very beautiful, Nellieanna. These "episodes" all go so well together.
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