20 Replies to “Tenderness”

  1. Dr. Denny Wilkins – Dr. Denny Wilkins professes journalism at a small, private university in the Northeast. He has climbed, hiked, kayaked, photographed, skied, and otherwise meandered aimlessly throughout the American West for decades. He has degrees in geology, environmental studies, and communication — and has tried to make use of them as a co-founder of the progressive cultural blog ScholarsandRogues.com. He’s broadly interested in how the world works and why it works that way. He hates writing, although he does like having written well.
    Dr. Denny says:

    Excellent. Well pictured, well said.

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  3. The cumulation of your photos and poetry are a highlight in my day and invariably I look for the “Like-a-Lot” button. Thanks!

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  4. typewriterpoet – I enjoy many poetry styles but enjoy short poetry the most and a little bit of microfiction, but the challenge of a long poem has it's enjoyment as well!
    typewriterpoet says:

    Yellow makes for a gorgeous rosé this is lovely

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  5. heavenhappens – Welcome to my life. You can share my grown up world here at http://heavenhappens.me where I blog my thoughts, my life, my travels, my photographs and my poetry. Growing up just after the war was a grim experience. So, now that I have 7 grandchildren, I am reclaiming my childhood by seeing the world anew through their eyes. Every minute I spend with them is magical. So this blog is for them ~ Ben, Rosie, Tiffany, Stanley, Thea, Mateo, and the youngest, Olivia! I hope, when they are all grown up, they will enjoy reading it and finding out about their grandma’s life, and know how very happy they made her. I hope you enjoy reading my posts, leave a comment or a link and I will get back to you. I’m sorry to say that my darling husband died of Covid on Good Friday 2020. Since then the wind has gone out of my sails and I’ve hardly written a thing. I will try to pick up my life and start writing again one day. But for now please enjoy exploring my life🕊️
    heavenhappens says:

    My favourite flower is the yellow rose x I have some right outside my bedroom window and the smell is amazing.

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      1. heavenhappens – Welcome to my life. You can share my grown up world here at http://heavenhappens.me where I blog my thoughts, my life, my travels, my photographs and my poetry. Growing up just after the war was a grim experience. So, now that I have 7 grandchildren, I am reclaiming my childhood by seeing the world anew through their eyes. Every minute I spend with them is magical. So this blog is for them ~ Ben, Rosie, Tiffany, Stanley, Thea, Mateo, and the youngest, Olivia! I hope, when they are all grown up, they will enjoy reading it and finding out about their grandma’s life, and know how very happy they made her. I hope you enjoy reading my posts, leave a comment or a link and I will get back to you. I’m sorry to say that my darling husband died of Covid on Good Friday 2020. Since then the wind has gone out of my sails and I’ve hardly written a thing. I will try to pick up my life and start writing again one day. But for now please enjoy exploring my life🕊️
        heavenhappens says:

        It is x Flowers really brighten up my day x

  10. Wendy L. Macdonald – Comox Valley – Living for Jesus, loving Him, and listening for His voice bring me great joy. I'm an inspirational writer who also loves photographing creation and making handbound journals. ~ My faith is not shallow because I've been rescued from the deep. ~ Blessings ~ Wendy ❀ https://wendylmaccreations.etsy.com
    greenlightlady says:

    Beautiful rose and lovely poem!

    Blessings ~ Wendy

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  14. leiflife – I have lived most of my life as a dancer,but I have been daughter, sister, lover, wife, mother and, more recently, grandmother, writer, sculptor, musician, and visual artist. Balancing all these aspects of my life continues to be a challenge. I was born on the Gulf Coast of Mississippi, but have also lived in New Orleans, Texas, Connecticut, Massachusetts, and New York City. My father was the artist and naturalist, Walter Inglis Anderson, and my mother was Agnes Grinstead Anderson, an elementary school teacher and a writer. As a child, I loved to dance naturally, inspired by the trees, birds, wind, and waves that greeted my every day. Eventually, I took lessons and my mother encouraged my dream of becoming a great ballerina. I studied ballet with Lelia Haller in New Orleans, and the atmosphere of competition, and the sense that one could never be good enough, daunted my dreams and exhausted my spirit and body. In 1965, Three things happened to free me from the tyrannical world of ballet and move me further toward the balance my soul craved. I discovered Isadora Duncan, the great revolutionist of modern dance, I gave birth to my daughter, Moira, and my artist father died. From here on I would claim the freedom to explore and express the whole of my life through dancing. I was free to become the many-faceted star I was born to be. Since then I have mothered and performed, loved and written poetry, taught the dance technique I called Airth (after the balancing forces of air and earth). I have shared my life with husband or lover, raised my children and kissed them goodby and hello repeatedly. I have also kissed my students goodby and enjoyed teaching workshops from which I could walk away, glad to relax in the company of various dogs and cats. I have read huge quantities of extraordinary books, making friends with the authors through their engaging characters. I have also written poems, memoirs, children's books, and one novel. I have two published books: DANCING THROUGH AIRTH and DANCING WITH MY FATHER. My brush and ink drawings, sculptures, and paintins dance through the homes of strangers while I make occasional journies to Paris and dance anonymously on Paris Streets. At age sixty-five, one is tempted to settle into complacency, to say "I have done the best I can; so be it. I would rather die.
    leiflife says:

    Deliciously tender…

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