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	<title>What's the Story in Dalamory &#187; poem</title>
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		<title>A kind of writing</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2010 16:29:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Poetry is a very special kind of writing, and I think this poem by Mary Oliver from her volume Evidence, sums up what we all aim for in the blogging world. We probably all aim to make connections that count &#8230; <a href="http://www.freda.org.uk/2010/07/08/a-kind-of-writing/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Poetry is a very special kind of writing, <a href="http://www.freda.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Blog-2010evidence_1.jpg"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-3406" title="Blog 2010evidence_" src="http://www.freda.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Blog-2010evidence_1.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="300" /></a>and I think this poem by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Oliver">Mary Oliver</a> from her volume<em> <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Evidence-Mary-Oliver/dp/1852248475/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1278347713&amp;sr=1-1">Evidence</a></em>, sums up what we all aim for in the blogging world. We probably all aim to make connections that count and make the online experience special.</p>
<p><em>I Want to Write Something So Simply</em></p>
<p><em>I want to write something<br />
so simply<br />
about love<br />
or about pain<br />
that even<br />
as you are reading<br />
you feel it<br />
and as your read<br />
you keep feeling it<br />
and though it be my story<br />
it will be common<br />
though it be singular<br />
it will be known to you<br />
so that by the end<br />
you will think -<br />
no, you will realize -<br />
that it was all the while<br />
yourself arranging the words,<br />
that it was all the time<br />
words that you yourself,<br />
out of your own heart<br />
had been saying.</em></p>
<p>Oh to be able to write like that.</p>
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		<title>Reach out</title>
		<link>http://www.freda.org.uk/2008/02/17/reach-out/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 06:03:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>freda</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Reach out and touch the morning Reach out and feel the breeze Reach in and know the spirit Holding, healing&#8230;&#8230;.loving. Related PostsA kind of writing (3)God the Artist (0)November thoughts (0)War poem (2)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Reach out and touch the morning<br />
Reach out and feel the breeze<br />
Reach in and know the spirit<br />
Holding, healing&#8230;&#8230;.loving.</p>
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		<title>God the Artist</title>
		<link>http://www.freda.org.uk/2007/12/09/god-the-artist/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 06:14:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>freda</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You take the pen and the lines dance. You take the flute, and the notes shimmer. You take the brush, and the colours sing. So all things have meaning and beauty in that space beyond time where you are. How &#8230; <a href="http://www.freda.org.uk/2007/12/09/god-the-artist/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="center"><em>You take the pen<br />
and the lines dance.<br />
You take the flute,<br />
and the notes shimmer.<br />
You take the brush,<br />
and the colours sing.<br />
So all things have meaning and beauty<br />
in that space beyond time where you are.<br />
How then, can I hold back anything from you?</em></p>
<p>Dag Hammarskjold</p>
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		<title>November thoughts</title>
		<link>http://www.freda.org.uk/2007/11/18/november-thoughts/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 06:40:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>freda</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[November &#8211; a strange time of year. Nearly Advent Almost a looking forward Yet I want to look back To make sense To let go To grow. Related PostsA kind of writing (3)Reach out (0)God the Artist (0)War poem (2)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>November &#8211; a strange time of year.<br />
Nearly Advent<br />
Almost a looking forward<br />
Yet I want to look back<br />
To make sense<br />
To let go<br />
To grow.</p>
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		<title>War poem</title>
		<link>http://www.freda.org.uk/2007/11/15/1525/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 06:01:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>freda</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It takes the ten year old in the family to get his poem published. Here, courtesy of Kieran is his poem on war. World War II W hy, oh why did this war start? O h I hate it with &#8230; <a href="http://www.freda.org.uk/2007/11/15/1525/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It takes the ten year old in the family to get his poem published. Here, courtesy of Kieran is his poem on war.</p>
<p>World War II</p>
<p>W hy, oh why did this war start?<br />
O h I hate it with all my heart.<br />
R un for the shelter, the bombs have come.<br />
L and mucked up, I hate it now.<br />
D ad on a ship, I don`t know which.<br />
W ell some good news at last, Dad comes home.<br />
A n oven sets alight &#8216;put it out!&#8217; I say.<br />
R eally got to dash for a phone.<br />
T ime and time again the siren sounds.<br />
W e&#8217;ll dash to safety 24/7<br />
O h when will this war end?</p>
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