Tag Archives: NaPoWriMo

Waiting for Spring

Posted on April 30, 2013 by billcastro

A flower bloom in waiting Reaches out for hidden sun When will winter end? **Our flowers are not quite sure what to do with the late arrival of Spring.**

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The Irish Traffic Jam

Posted on April 26, 2013 by billcastro

Driving down the highway On the wrong side of the road Listening to the radio Someone’s singing with a brogue Didn’t have to go far Before I reach the first delay And quickly learn that in Ireland Sheep have the … Continue reading →

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The Hawk – an unfinished story of trust

Posted on April 25, 2013 by billcastro

I look into its eyes and it knows me With new trust my gloved hand becomes its perch And we walk in the soft morning drizzle Into wooded glen to begin the hunt ** Our stay at the Ashford Castle … Continue reading →

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Connemara morning

Posted on April 23, 2013 by billcastro

early morning rain ancient rhythms in the mist from dreams I awake still tapping to the music soft Irish morning welcomes

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Irish pub

Posted on April 21, 2013 by billcastro

thirst for the old ways beckons the story teller a pint of black stout We are spending our first night of our Ireland vacation in Clifden, County Connemara, in the west – Joyce Country.

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Point of View

Posted on April 20, 2013 by billcastro

** I grew up in a world full of Mexican slang that was part of every conversation. Spanglish was my first language, and it was fun to use. My younger siblings never really learned the language. To them, it became … Continue reading →

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another april day

Posted on April 19, 2013 by billcastro

a springtime welcome the cool breeze across my face lingering winter

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Some Day . . .

Posted on April 18, 2013 by billcastro

Throughout my life I’ve often wondered if I would ever really know for what work I was created; know if I will ever become the person I was meant to be. Am I exactly where I’m supposed to be? I … Continue reading →

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So it goes…

Posted on April 18, 2013 by billcastro

I actually wrote quite a bit yesterday, but at the end of my day I had nothing to post. I had plenty of words, but no complete thoughts. My brain was full of disconnected one liners and incomplete phrases. I … Continue reading →

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When did imagination die?

Posted on April 16, 2013 by billcastro

I remember the world my best friend and I created as children. We grew up in a small town in the southwest Arizona desert, and the desert that surrounded us was our playground. With a clear sky and wide open … Continue reading →

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