Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Horizon lure.
I open my window this crisp November morning and it feels more like Winter than Fall, I am far from the ocean shore but the breeze brings me scents of home and the cold in the air cuts through my thoughts like a knife. The sea of grass outside undulates to a northern wind like an ocean teaming with...
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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
She just can't write
A blank page stares back at her from top of her desk. She is pen in hand, ready to go, but words refuse to flow, and ideas that just a while ago seemed so worthy of a line melt into her many thoughts, slipping by her troubled mind. What had he done to her, he with his golden words, that so tenderly...
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Monday, November 17, 2008
I wish I knew.
S itting by the long bay window that you built for me, smoking a cigarette, I look out to the garden through the colored glass. and see out there your pensive silhouette against the light of a sky that does not smile, framed by the shinning drops of dew sleeping on the grass. Its a magical sight,...
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Sunday, November 16, 2008
This time it shall be different
R emember when we thought we were in paradise, you and I, where virgin sands and clean blue skies connected with crystal waters, as though it were a vivid magic dream, a place untouched by life's imbalances, when our hearts sang and shouted out melodies unknown to dark and dusty memories, when life...
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Saturday, November 15, 2008
The memory of that smile...
H e dreamed his paintings long before their birth, in sleepless nights when feverish he tossed in bed visions and images filling his head. He would approach the canvass and touch it as if it were alive caressing the blank surface with the paintless brushes creating invisible forms of the feelings in...
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Friday, November 14, 2008
The sign
T wo people walk down a deserted street, just a man and a woman holding hands in the rain. Others pass them by, avoiding them with diligence hurrying towards their own unending silence. but I watch the couple from my own obscure place blinded by the love that reflects in their face.. Something in me...
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
A memory I treasure
W e stood by a powerful waterfall, shimmering in the light of the moon, a moon like this one tonight not quite round but full of light. There were.moving carpets of green and flowers of blue and red and purple, so many flowers I had never seen. The tall trees extended the beauty towards silver...
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Love made plain for all eyes to see...
A small, tender plant fights its way through pieces of concrete. Unnoticed and alone it struggles upward, unknowing of the hurried steps above and of the heat of day which will test its strength, its very life. Yet, against all odds...it survives. Each day it grows a little taller, a little more...
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Monday, November 10, 2008
When I look at the world...
S ome look at the world beyond and see just a world Others look at it and see in its sky storm clouds and rain, suspicious and hostile movements bound to harm. And there are those who see nothing at all in that world but who see only pictures from their mind and each thing seen is covered up with...
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Sunday, November 9, 2008
White winter skies...
W hite winter skies, drained of blues, Blank, but not empty, like canvases erased. Ghosts of past clouds run within them, stirred by cold, misty humid winds. My ghosts are also disturbed by the empty sight of nothingness, ghosts of ideas and feelings that once were, essences that remained behind...
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