Advent Angel #1 – a typewriter poem

writing group cardsMy writing group continues to find delicious energy in sending each other poem postcards.  The cards. The little poems dashed off every day.  I’ve taken to using old cards I doctor with some small element to make them silly, startling, or simply interesting in some way. At least to me. I will post them here unapologetically unattributed.

My theme for the next few weeks is Advent. I found an old book of Angel postcards I’d never used and since this is the season of angels and annunciations, it seemed appropriate to put them to the task of carrying the little daily poem. I’m still typing them in the dawn by candle light.

Actually today’s card is an angel-altered Georgia O’Keeffe.

Advent Angel #1

 

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About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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