“A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet.”
“A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet.”
Eileen Granfors
“to split the very sea into ours and theirs." Border at the BeachAnd More White Sheets”
Eileen Granfors“Something in the air this morning made me feel like flying. . . "Spring Flight”
Eileen Granfors, And More White Sheets: An expanded text edition“Heavy as such things areAfter the wordslide, the writing begins."From "Word Quake”
Eileen Granfors, And More White Sheets: An expanded text edition“Words become sentences, twisted, difficult/The story weaves itself, always noisiest at night/As herds of words won't stop. . . "Wildebeest of Words/Breathe In”
Eileen Granfors“Oh, my father, such a difficult man.His world turned on his axis.From "The Father Tamer" in BREATHE IN”
Eileen Granfors“Step-parents, those fairy tale villains,Have been given a bad name.They're easy targets.When the family goes awryHow easy to blame them.I was blessed by the right steps...”
Eileen Granfors“Today I will find something beautiful.Delicate pink blossoms on a cherry tree.The dove resting near the lemon buds.Sunbeams smiling from sky to earth.Smiling on me."Creating" in BREATHE IN”
Eileen Granfors“A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet.”
Eileen Granfors“Lately, I don't talk much except to Mel. I make an exception because he has a dog.”
Eileen Granfors, Stairs of Sand“The butterflies have flown away, like my ignorance and youth.”
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