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freedom's quilt

Wheat Field with Rising Sun, Vincent Van Gogh, 1889
Courtesy of Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales

sunflower dawn
pulled through 
the eye of a needle
a chore for the living
a feast for the spirit
a gift for the soul

Rene ~ July 4th, 2011


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  1. "A gift to the living." Indeed. : )

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  2. nice...i am particularly fond of sunflowers as well...

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  3. A many faceted offering you've made...

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  4. Very pretty. The word chore threw me a bit, but I think I know where you were headed. And it has a wonderful phonetic flow.

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  5. Deft work with the needle image, short and succinct.

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  6. One of my favourites for this particular Magpie.

    Word verification = reneot

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  7. Rene, I'm so glad I found you by way of my good buddy, Fragrant Liar. Having read some of your poems and your "few words about me," I can say that you are exactly my definition of a most excellent writer ... with the approach to writing that every writer should take! Fearless, uncensored, poignant! You're on my blog list and I'll be checking in faithfully!

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  8. thank you all for taking a break from your vacation day to read my stuff!
    mighty nice of you :)

    @Casey, creating a tapestry ( not unlike writing) can sometimes be a test to one's spirit. It can become a bit of a chore :)

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  9. Well done. Really like it.

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  10. Love this...It's almost a psalm!

    Rick

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  11. I was a quilter in a former life (now I knit). Quilting IS a chore and a feast and a gift.

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  12. Simply quilted together beautifully. Smiles.

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  13. what dreams one would have under such a quilt! lovely poem

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  14. Wow this is absolutely stunning!

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  15. WOW - I mean really, WOW! I think this is my favorite! Just amazing. Kudos Renee, and thanks.

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  16. ... may I add magnificent? It is.

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  17. I must need nap. This tiny poem seems so heavy on me. Too much holiday, maybe.

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  18. Such a brief write, yet so beautiful!

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  19. lovely little poem!

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  20. Simple. Beautiful. I love this, Rene.

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  21. Aaahhh.. lovely!! And so snug.. I just feel like cuddling under this warm quilt..

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  22. Sometimes less is so much more. Well done, Rene!

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  23. Bravo Rene - a work of art in itself.

    Anna :o]

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  24. can't you just suck ONE TIME??



    As usual - A +


    x

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  25. Short and sweet and to the point. It's all there and I love it, maybe more so being a needlework person.

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