"Smiling Again" by Dawn M. Nevills

"Ruffled Gaze" by Dawn M. Nevills

"Braid-on-your-shoulder Sis" by Dawn M. Nevills

"Mon Cavalier" by Dawn M. Nevills

"Prophet Ear" by Dawn M. Nevills

HM The Queen

"Madame George" - by Dawn M. Nevills

"Sleepy Burberry" by Dawn M. Nevills

"Max" by Dawn M. Nevills

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Mona Lisa - for me, he says.

Exquisite sorrow, buried earth deep in an inferior womb Speaks longingly, in quiet brushstrokes, Of its earnest imperfection, Retaining the spirit of Rejected Matter, in Defiance. Of aged and rustic instincts, The nurturing of Gardens and gargoyles, murmuring mysterious, Must satisfy all Predilection - which both Belittles and Bemuses Assumption. Life simply smiles, Framed. D. Nevills Sept 11, 2013

Smile Maker...(thanks to a Perry parry.....laughter.)

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Morning Shower

Oh, what quiet joy this is, to be refreshed by the rain, as the sun peeks awake! It clings to me, and I stretch, refreshed, late summer's bloom, sighing. For just a blink, I dream of being that twinkle-eyed little girl, splashing joyously naked Through the sprinklers thrown with gentle abandon by God. Eyes closed, the smile - and the twinkle - are Renewed, and all the plants wave in the mist of a New Day.

Flecked

A thousand rocky shores have housed each fleck and shell and grain of sand Which might have seen your face. Now they are gone, like fleeting brushes with the corporeal instant we have in this life, When carbon to carbon, we meet substance, stopping to Warm ourselves against, within, upon, beneath, amidst and around, Seeking. Sinking and flying, we are surrounded by each, ultimately ebbing and flowing back To each other's All, and once, when the sigh signalled that we were conscious of the other, It was enough to Know.

At Last! (A tribute to Etta James).

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The Play - the thing.

In shadowed night and misted moment, a face can draw so near That I can almost see the eyes upon me, and then is when I hear A voice, incredulous and low Marvel, "Love, you've made it so". Amidst the green and gloom, one star I see, and when it shines so quietly, Its meaning - upon a band, and in my heart - As I shepherd in my way - with Bo Peep smile, and staff of Cross - Is never "Part", but whole - and meaning, shrouded thus, Suddenly is clear. Who is a man, but all he wants to be? In all the lives he lives, alway, he finds himself, And puts away a small reminder, like a jar upon a shelf, Within his mind, for living. Fully realized, the words and steps he takes, though ordered true, Are always his, at last, Directing "I", and "eyes" and "thou", and "do", Whereupon the dance of spirits, seeming random, Find the place, in shadow and in sunlight Of a storied stage, making pieces of their lives Fit neatly into themselves. What tales, they find, these solemn sprites, to linger, yet awhile, In lives of working soul-a-days! Are they trite or sorrow-filled, as when a loss in smaller lives Are lived again, in larger ways, with understanding fresh And shared, like warm, huge, pretzels on a windy day, while waiting at a stop? None say "yes" - just know, at once, the pang of still-felt sorrow, Joy, or shock, or moan - The meaning sharp and clear, and to the bone.