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		<title>Surfacing. A Poem.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 06:48:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Orna Ross</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[
			
				
			
		
Down by the river bank I see
a life-ring on a line,
and think of how we used to swim
in talk, your hands in mine,
our arms encircled round your wound,
that never-ending need.
Your life was so unfairly hard,
you felt, and I agreed.
So when low words leaked from your depths
and burst up, spitting froth,
I’d let them go and hold. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Once Upon A Time. A Poem.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 09:47:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Orna Ross</dc:creator>
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&#8216;&#8221;Thou Shalt Not&#8221; soon fades but &#8220;Once Upon a Time&#8221; goes on forever.&#8217; Philip Pullman. 

Morning, May in England, Ascot Priory wood.
In a clearing by the pathway, a branch 
invites a bow. I lay my forehead 
on its bark, its skin on mine as cool 
as rain.

 
In this wood, once, between
bell and candle, nuns found time
to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Borrowed Time.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 10:31:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Orna Ross</dc:creator>
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We lie together in a borrowed bed
knowing the alarm is soon to sound,
your thighs a seat I settle on,
mine folded tight around your hand.
We burrow in the minutes that remain
before the clock declares the time
has come 
for us 
to peel apart,
for me
to leave our given place,
its warm embrace.
I must get up
and go.
DON&#8217;T MISS A THING: Sign up to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Holding Still: A Poem</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:23:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Orna Ross</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[So now we meet each evening to meld/the passing and the coming life/suspended/in fading light 
that knows/ just what it holds...]]></description>
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		<title>A Meditation on Meditation</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 21:07:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Orna Ross</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Short Poem from "Inspiration Meditation: A Guided Meditation to Develop Creative Intelligence.  For Writers, Artists &#038; Everyone".  By Orna Ross. ]]></description>
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		<title>Life&#8217;s Work</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 14:40:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Orna Ross</dc:creator>
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(Inspired by Joe O&#8217;C &#8211; for whom I&#8217;m sure it&#8217;s not like this!)
 
The great Artist is at work.
Around his house, his children move in whispers, while
his wife lays down a dinner tray,
tells that it’s there
with two soft taps &#8211; no more &#8211; upon the study door.
The great Artist begs his work
to yield to him, to offer [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Poem for Women Who Do Too Much</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 19:17:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Orna Ross</dc:creator>
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Here&#8217;s a poem I&#8217;ve found myself sending to a number of my friends lately:

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver.
I dedicate it especially to all the good girls out there, all the women who do too much.
That used to be me.  Not so much now.  
While I was learning to let go, this poem spoke to me [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ocean Pulse</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 11:57:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Orna Ross</dc:creator>
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Rising, curling, foam unfurling, waves of cold Salema sea,
Next one coming, meet it running, plunge into the safe beneath.   

Behind crashing, hard sand-smashing that could knock me to my knees,
Here you hold me &#8211; Look! I’m floating! &#8211; blood-beat drumming in my ears.


Waves keep surging, endless burgeon sent up from the darkness deep,
I stay playing, [...]]]></description>
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