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Motivational Monday: Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

By Mary Elizabeth Frye 

Do not stand at my grave and weep 
I am not there. I do not sleep. 
I am a thousand winds that blow. 
I am the diamond glints on snow. 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. 
I am the gentle autumn rain. 
When you awaken in the morning’s hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in circled flight. 
I am the soft stars that shine at night. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry; 
I am not there. I did not die. 


Jonothan’s Hands

Oh Jonothan, that Jonothan,

Yes we knew him well.

Just go ‘round,

Ask everyone,

They’ll tell you he was swell.

Jon—he had these hands, you see,

These hands, and eyes, and ears.

Actually, all of Jonothan

Was envied by his peers.

“Hey—give me a hand!”

They’d say, and off would pop his right.

“Yes, yes! I need one too!”

They cried, and the left was off in flight.

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Submission Sunday is back!

Hello lovelies,

Tomorrow Submission Sunday is coming back from hiatus! If you have original work or suggestions for the posts on the blog please email:


Don’t forget to include the title and author of the work and/or include a link to your website or blog.

Hope you’re all enjoying your weekend!

Write on!

From Submission Sunday

By Kenyatta Jean-Paul García

Getting Ready

Inflated to width of a ribbon

a miniature earthquake

sneaks through sleep

without a patron saint


As the icon of insomnia

keeps watch

over the gloves

of sloth.


Backwards is a falsity

there is no reversal


Shallow is the silk

of space

to create ties

wrapped around the neck

of nature

getting ready for work.



Submission Sunday is just around the corner!

Write Well Daily will be open for submissions beginning tomorrow– Sunday March 3, 2013.

Guidelines for submissions are as follows:

-Submissions can be poetry or short prose

– Submissions should be emailed to writewelldaily@gmail.com

– Make sure to indicate the author

– Chosen submissions will be posted throughout the week.

Any questions? Send us an email at  writewelldaily@gmail.com !

Can’t wait to see what you have written!

Because I Could Not Stop for Death

By Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ’tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.