Dear Thomas
Friday, November 27, 2009      2 comments

Dear Thomas ~Ruth Kephart~ Dear Thomas; Two long months have passed since I last wrote to you. I miss you dear and life it’s been a struggle to get through. My Thomas, every night I pray for an ending to this war. I scarcely... Read more
Goodbye dear friend
Saturday, July 11, 2009      6 comments

Yesterday, July 10th, I had to put one of my shetland sheepdogs and a dear, dear friend to sleep. I miss her so much and so does my other shetland sheepdog ( her daughter )> She was a great dog and I'm sure I'll never own another like her. My si... Read more
The Valentine
Monday, June 08, 2009      1 comments

The Valentine -Ruth Kephart- It was just a simple valentine, a red and purple heart, cut out and pasted lovingly, one day in children’s art. The message written c... Read more
You Can't Buy Time
Monday, June 08, 2009      1 comments

You Can’t Buy Time -Ruth Kephart- A greedy king of untold wealth who lived alone - kept to himself - collected clocks of every kind inside his castle, so refined... Read more
Thursday, February 26, 2009      1 comments

Absolution ~Ruth Kephart~ The poet sits in dim lit den; his gnarled fingers grasp his pen; a simple tool of common men; his sword of truth that tells no lies. ... Read more
In The Willows Tonight
Wednesday, September 10, 2008      1 comments

photo copyright of Ruth Kephart In The Willows Tonight ~Ruth Kephart~ The wind through the willows whispers tonight In a soft complement to the tawny moonlight. Two headstones, two graves, each laid side by side; He once ... Read more
A Faded Photograph
Friday, August 29, 2008      1 comments

A Faded Photograph ~Ruth Kephart~ Scattered fragments fall in wisps from aged and weathered fingertips. His calloused digits hold a pen they’ve clasped before, time and again. His mind, once sharp, now seems so dull. Thoug... Read more
I have little faith in the color pink
Sunday, July 20, 2008      0 comments

I have little faith in the color pink ~Ruth Kephart~ I have little faith in the color pink nor do I trust those two blue lines that promise maternity making me spend mornings bent hugging porcelain thrones... Read more
And Life Goes On
Tuesday, July 15, 2008      1 comments

And Life Goes On (For the babies of 9/11/2001) ~Ruth Kephart~ The world, in shock, could not believe While I, in silence, softly grieved He and the child he’d helped conceive For life went on He just buried in the tomb... Read more
From Underneath The Willow
Tuesday, July 01, 2008      0 comments

from underneath the willow ~Ruth Kephart~ from underneath the willow you dance for me ephemeral vision stilling my heart - already cold your laughter mimics staccato beat of evening cicadas and I stretch to catch one m... Read more
Of Wanton Muse
Wednesday, June 25, 2008      1 comments

Of Wanton Muse ~Ruth kephart~ With muted words of long ago Speaks muse to me in loving flow. He brings to life lost inspiration From depths beyond my own creation. I hear his voice in clarity, This calm, elusive deity, And fee... Read more
A Map Of The World
Wednesday, June 18, 2008      0 comments

A Map Of The World ~Ruth Kephart~ He locked me in irons And threw out the key. You broke chains that held me, Setting me free. He caged me with cruelty; Left me to die. You healed broken wings And taught me to fly. H... Read more
The Big C
Wednesday, May 28, 2008      1 comments

The Big C ~Ruth Kephart~ I took out the pictures of Christmas preceding just to see you - smiling and whole only a year has past and here you are a fragment of yourself wasted and waning an apparition gaunt and ghos... Read more
Reflections From A Cemetery In Gettysburg ( In Honor Of Memorial Day )
Saturday, May 24, 2008      0 comments

Reflections From A Cemetery In Gettysburg ~Ruth Kephart~ The breeze blows softly o’er the field Where brothers fought and then were killed Both blue and gray their red blood spilled Upon the sacred ground “Fight to the death!” ... Read more
When I Was But Thirteen Or So
Thursday, May 22, 2008      0 comments

When I Was But Thirteen Or So ~Ruth Kephart~ When I was but thirteen or so, I still had dreams and even though They were both lofty and obscure I still believed they could occur. When I was but thirteen. When I was twenty-one... Read more

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