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Si Bheag, Si Mohr: Earthquake
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr. So big, so small. Poetry from the heart about all things great and small. Saturday, June 2, 2007. Quiet ticking of the clock,. No chimes, just telling the time,. Early morning, before the sunrise. Deep below the earth. Where the molten rock flows. And above where the cold river flows. It shakes the buffalo in their stalls. Shakes the house in the village. Shakes the apartment in the city. Shakes the beds and the clock. The tremor starts, and still-. Quiet ticking of the clock,.
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr: Sound
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr. So big, so small. Poetry from the heart about all things great and small. Thursday, May 17, 2007. I woke this morning to rain on my window. Two friends talking outside. Car trying to get past the dirt road. Churning up puddles in its wake. Now the rain is a dull roar. And the friends are gone. And if the car isn't stuck in the mud, it's still going somewhere. The river rushes by in an angry roar. But if you listen closely,. You may hear the lapping of waves on the shore.
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr: June 2007
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr. So big, so small. Poetry from the heart about all things great and small. Tuesday, June 5, 2007. I turned over the calendar on the first of June. And saw days numbered in front of me. Thirty days until my life changes- again. Marching in orderly rows. As orderly as they'll ever be. Soon will become chaos. As they're lived, reused, milked for memories. Until, tired, they're thrown into the past. Thirty days becomes twenty-four. And twenty four will turn to ten. And ten to one,. Means, I...
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr: August 2007
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr. So big, so small. Poetry from the heart about all things great and small. Friday, August 24, 2007. I was dead tired last night. But somehow my mind hadn't gotten the memo,. 11:45 and it's still going twelve directions a second. Going crazy, a kindergartener's coloring page. Mum will hang it on the refrigerater,. The world will smile. "She's crazy.". Tomorrow, sure, I can color in the lines, but tonight. I'm following the laws of Entropy. Lord, have mercy on me, I'm dead tired.
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr: May 2007
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr. So big, so small. Poetry from the heart about all things great and small. Thursday, May 17, 2007. I woke this morning to rain on my window. Two friends talking outside. Car trying to get past the dirt road. Churning up puddles in its wake. Now the rain is a dull roar. And the friends are gone. And if the car isn't stuck in the mud, it's still going somewhere. The river rushes by in an angry roar. But if you listen closely,. You may hear the lapping of waves on the shore. Mary, Mary, re...
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr: Memory
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr. So big, so small. Poetry from the heart about all things great and small. Thursday, May 10, 2007. Association and memory go hand and hand. Down the path of life-. The sight of a plant. Is the story of a game;. The smell of rain. Is the time I watered and then it rained;. The touch of velvet or felt. Is riding in the car on Christmas Day;. The sound of a song. Recalls my heart to my dream world. Walking down the path of life,. Association and Memory turn,. Wait for the Morning.
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr: April 2007
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr. So big, so small. Poetry from the heart about all things great and small. Sunday, April 29, 2007. The day presses down on my head, letting it sink down. There's miles to go before evening. The littlist thing takes the most effort,. Night cannot fall soon enough. Yet, when morning dawns-. I'll be ready again. The sun sets over the flag mountain. Glitters one last wink on the river. A girl walks toward home. The puppy jumps about her legs. The moon will rise. Here am I, alone in this.
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr: Days Ahead
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr. So big, so small. Poetry from the heart about all things great and small. Tuesday, June 5, 2007. I turned over the calendar on the first of June. And saw days numbered in front of me. Thirty days until my life changes- again. Marching in orderly rows. As orderly as they'll ever be. Soon will become chaos. As they're lived, reused, milked for memories. Until, tired, they're thrown into the past. Thirty days becomes twenty-four. And twenty four will turn to ten. And ten to one,.
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr: Give Thanks
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr. So big, so small. Poetry from the heart about all things great and small. Saturday, May 12, 2007. Thanks for the trees, the hills, the clouds. The grass, the valleys, the sun-. Thanks for the world around me. Thanks for the light, the interests, the people. The for the dark, the rest, the solitude-. Thanks for the day and night. Thanks for the songs, the words, the dance. The speech, the silence, the quiet-. Thanks for the hush and the clamor. Thanks for two homes, Father, I thank You.
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr: Out the Window
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Si Bheag, Si Mohr. So big, so small. Poetry from the heart about all things great and small. Thursday, May 10, 2007. Mary, Mary, red-haired Mary,. Sitting at the window of your prison,. Embroidering on white linen. The emblem of Stuart;. What are you thinking, Mary? What troubles your mind? The misty rain falls over the land. Mary Seton lights a lamp. Out the window it's free,. Mary, Mary, red-haired Mary,. Brave and strong until the end,. What's on your mind,. Lying on your bed awake? Si bheag, si mohr.
