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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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It Is Just Soup
In the unquiet chamber of a kitchen, where brittle leaves of thyme and sage sway in unison, to the hot hum of convection crooning softly from a stove of iron. The guests hang waiting, by turns, for their moment in the simmering cauldron. Thick, steaming whispers of warmth curl around the herbs like a secret, as the ample arms of winter wrap the day, in a slowing cloak of comfort. The soup, a slower surrender of spinach, blooms in the broth—verdant and tender at first, then shrinking away, like sunlight at solstice. Wilted strings of greens tie memory in their tendrils, mingling with the earthy echo and unrushed tones of rosemary. Garlic, its own pungent alchemy, intrudes as a perfume, lingering like an unpaid mistress, an alabastered addition to the elixir, a liquid hymn, of patience. Bones simmered to capitulation, cradled spoonsful of succumbing, each sip an immersion into the gentle resignation of day. Ladle gently circles the pot and the world slows, even more, as though time, too, seeks refuge in the simmering depths of the ordinary, and the richness of the balm, in stillness, at the center of the supper.
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