A useless violin hangs on the wall-
like my love, it does not sing.
The bow, it is in the ready-
to rub the string, nonexistent
But she hangs from the wall, my love
all silent in her curved beauty.
all red with little cuts for her voice-
should you ask that she sing!
Oh please!
You be the conductor, the metronome-
Compose!
Give this little violin life!
I have a collection of containers
set upon my book shelf.....
There’s a jar for my wishing stars
that I will harvest from the sky,
to use when I need some extra help.
[Like the day I need a voice to express my
True hearts desires.]
I set aside a bottle
for that special shade of purple
that bleeds into the clouds
during sunset.
[The one that makes a soul yearn
to be embraced by intangible things.]
I have some jars for sounds,
like the whisper of a dragon fly,
[It’s been said they have the best secrets.]
and the whooshing song of a thousand giggles
[Sounds of my unborn grand babies,
so hopeful to live long enough to hold them]
The baby food jars are being saved
for knowledge gained.
[As the wisdom I seek
can only be managed in small doses.]
You see I seem to have forgotten,
what God told me
just before I was born.
The day my purpose was decided.
[And if I could just remember it,
I could put it in there for safe keeping.]
A collection of containers
sit empty on my book shelf.
One for every thing
I do not have.
They remind me to try,
beyond the knowledge
that I may fail.
Keeping my soul burning brightly that I may prevail.
Hope you all have a great weekend!
He walks with quiet words
through this heart of mine,
imprints a verse or two in my soul.
He talks with a soft voice I’ve never heard,
but speaks so loudly to me still.
Words that tell me what his heart desires.
Oh that he may be this poet’s muse,
He speaks his waking dream, his true story.
With total captivation, taking my mind and body,
with heart and soul to follow close behind.
I’ve seen a thousand sunsets, but never with his sight.
I’ve fallen in love with the world, but never viewed through his eyes.
Sights of old made new again, because he has awaken my spirit.
Through his words, his voice, his heart…
he has taught this heart to love and trust once more.
Does he ever realize what he has done...that he has set me free to live again...
This post was inspired by jstickmann and his Art!
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The colors of my corners,
are different shades and hues.
Each corner holds a story,
painted in reds and blues.
Red is the color of passion;
of love and life and breath.
Blue is the color of sorrow,
of crying, heartache and death.
My reds have many faces,
my children, my family and friends,
they’re each a part of my heart,
a joy that will never end.
The blues are shaded in gray,
for they carry a painful past,
they’re loves who broke my heart,
A marriage that didn’t last.
Yet often I find flecks of yellow,
hidden in corners and cracks,
they’r
So I will continue my journey,
gathering colors as I grow;
And then I’ll build a rainbow
to guide me where ever I go.
Hope you all had a very blessed weekend....hugs and love,
Lady of Avalon Land
Wording my emotions
Wistfully penning blue
When I have felt sad
Writing is what I do
Willing myself forward
Words gave me voice
Whatever stirs inside
Writing is my choice
Words delve in depths
While writing at length
With the pen in hand
Weak finds strength
With the words I locate
Whole hearted I scroll
While I viewed within
Windows of my soul
Have a Great Friday...I will be around later to say hello...hugs and love!
Heard this song on American Idol and got me thinking...
The lake, half hidden by the trees
Is like my love for you.
Although we know it's there
It's almost hidden from our view.
The many shades of leaves
Are like the way I sometimes feel -
My moods in love are varied, as colors are - dramatic -
As leaves are, very real.
The waters of the lake are deep,
And dark, and almost still -
Like that, I cannot speak of our love,
Nor of the touch, the kiss the thrill…
When we talk about our love,
Sweet freedom comes to me,
Then I hold you, unafraid -
My heart is so at peace.
Oh my darling you must know
our secret I shall keep
Enthralling words of desired affection.
I swear not to repeat.
I know one day our love will end,
for you cannot be mine
Just one thing I ask - I ask it now,
Please let us have our time.
Happy Hump Day!
Had a wonderful time up North...just what I needed...
Friends, Fun, Laughter...
Enjoy the Video of Photos.
What did you see this weekend!
Have a great Monday!
One of my favorite works of art and myths is Cupid and Psyche.
Today these photos seemed fitting.
Your name is defined as breathtaking
And words that cannot be spoken,
That scarcely should they leave my lips
And love my heart will open.
And is it not, Love, that you are meaning
Of all to me that is right and true?
That no words could be as sacred
As these words I give to you?
So it is here my heart is opened to thee
(And from this heart these words do freely spill)
That you should catch them up as you chance upon them
And gather them together at your merry will
To let them run with winged feet
Into the heart which I desire;
To strike the embers that rest aglow
And fan them into a raging fire.
Taking a Break, be back on Monday!
Have a great Weekend!
I have been bless with special friendships through Xanga,
Most of these are friends for Life.
Today is a special Friends Birthday
He has been a friend since my first day on Xanga and I am thankful for all that I have learned from him in our friendship.
Thank you for teaching me The Earth is Our Mother, care for her.
To open my heart and soul to the Great Spirit.
That all life is sacred, treat al beings with respect.
Take from the earth what is needed and nothing more.
Give thanks to the Great Spirit for each new day.
Do what needs to be done for the good of all.
Follow the rhythms of nature; rise and retire with the sun.
Enjoy life's journey, but leave no tracks.
Because of our friendship I am a better person.
Hugs and Happy Birthday!
Stop by and wish him a Happy Birthday Today....he is 51 years old....LOL........yep I am still younger.........LOL
Perhaps one of life’s most rewarding and yet challenging experiences is looking for that special partner for life, a soulmate a term we so often hear. What drives this quest is a mysterious desire to be deeply connected to another human being in the bond of heartfelt love and passion.
We want to know the joy of caring, sharing, giving, receiving and growing with a special someone. We hope for the security of faithful, unconditional love waiting for us at the end of each day and welcoming us at the beginning of the next. Finding a partner can give us a wonderful warm loving feeling, completeness within and the solid courage to fulfill our dreams.
The popular romantic elements, candlelight, flowers, champagne and chocolates, all enhance a courtship and set the stage for the never ending love we crave. But the question many people want answered is how to find that very special someone.
When your heart tells you one thing and your head tells you another, to which do you listen? How can you help someone fall in love with you? How can you be sure that the person is the special one for you? Can there be more than one “Mr. or Ms. Right?”
These are all questions that necessitate a momentous thoughtful consideration.
As you move toward adding romance in your life, or if you are already on a romantic path, perhaps you are prepared to take that step, the ultimate commitment, known as marriage. Seek the knowledge of others and take heart, look deep within yourself and ask for guidance from our Creator every step of the way.
As we learn throughout our relationships, those that are fleeting as well as those that endure, “it is a beautiful necessity of our nature to love” (Douglas Jerrold). We can all be thankful for that great and profound need.
Interesting thoughts for today..........I have a couple............LOL
The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the males head off.
Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.
A good place to meet a man is at the dry cleaner. These men usually have jobs and bathe.
Getting rid of a man without hurting his masculinity is a problem. "Get out" and "I never want to see you again" might sound like a challenge. If you want to get rid of a man, I suggest saying "I love you... I want to marry you... I want to have your children." Sometimes they leave skid marks.
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