Tag Archives: polarities

Lost and Found

by P. R. Lowe copyright © May 22, 2017 (I found this poem yesterday while “cleaning out”, it was tacked to an old cork board…no date no title, but it speaks volumes) I do not long for love that consumes … Continue reading

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Squeezing Through the Needle

Sometime in mid September …dreamed of my sister last night…who, doesn’t seem to be fairing too well… health-wise (at least in real time). in my dream she was buoyant and funny and laughing… a young thing full of dreams and … Continue reading

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a quote for Lughnasadh

…what seems to be lost or declining is being gained elsewhere or at another time: new birth or rebirth is the perpetual law of nature. _Nuinn

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Return of the Light

copyright Dec 10, 2015 by P. R. Lowe The moon forever there her stare gracing the world in slumber and under her spell we fall in love with the day and the sun on it’s way again and again and … Continue reading

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The Scent of a Bear

copyright © August 26, 2015 By P. R. Lowe Here in the deep of summer: Lavender “Pan” moths and fluorescent fire flies; moments of lucidity amidst the chaos — throwing out the justice scales, and for one shining moment comprehending … Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Hatter

Sometime in late February panicky, drumming birds at my window. at dawn. dead finches in the snow. frozen pipes and grumpy guts. it’ll pass soon, I tell myself – everything does. They’ve been at it again. Those *%#king lines in … Continue reading

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In the Heart of the Snow

copyright © February 18, 2015 by P. R. Lowe I am the fertilizer of spring cleaner of air and bringer of life– and of death, They ride together as one. My heart lies in the center between the flakes. Can … Continue reading

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