Friday, February 22, 2019

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Few things are more magical and exciting to me than sleeping in the garden under a starry sky. But when that is not doable, sleeping in a delightful hodgepodge of sheets and pillows in as many flowery patterns as possible is my very next favorite thing!

I don’t mind at all that every pillow shows a different pattern, or that neither sheets nor pillows match with each other. I don’t mind the mismatched combination of colors either, if they’re all pastels. I like different shades of pale pink together. There are so many shades of pink, and they all look beautiful together, to me.

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Act 1

Scene: She drops her glass upon being startled by a bird’s call. Time suspends, or more correctly, slows. The glass in it’s decent barely tilts, there being enough liquid to keep the glass’s center of gravity perpendicular to the surface below. As the moment of impact arrives, the glass has only just begun to tilt, and thus, strikes the paving stones upon one edge of the bottom of the glass, emitting a sharp rejoinder to the call of the bird across the plaza where the outdoor café is set. It shatters in slow motion, shards spraying mostly in the direction opposite of the edge... Read More

We in the West love our leaders, our celebrities, our larger-than-life individuals that we place on pedestals as icons for the rest of us to emulate. These prodigals, whether they be captains of industries like Steve Jobs, economic leaders such as Warren Buffet, or political leaders like Desmond Tutu, serve as shining lights that give example as the best and the brightest that the rest of us lowly mortals can only aspire to.

That they are highly achieving individuals there is no doubt, but they are only men, with human limitations. Their cult -like identities are constructs devised for... Read More

Its a long way back from the edges of life. I knew when I followed that path, way out to the edge of my experience, my emotions raw and excited with newness of knowledge and feeling, that the price for this wonder may be, the journey back. Its so beautiful on the way out to that edge. My soul so easily amazed by pleasures which offer no sure guidance, pleasures which deceive with their passion. This excitement is the elixir of madness offered by my wayward senses to lure me beyond the wise and sure. Looking at my experiences, I recognize the most painful ones are the ones that had extreme... Read More

I loved someone with a genuine love. It was not returned to me and in fact, I was spurned. I turned away, saddened by my gullibility at having opened up like I did. After a time of mulling on the lost love, I realized, I still loved that person and by having that love, I discovered things about myself that were lost to me before. I learned to dance, and, I found my gift of music that was lost for many years. So then, I ask myself, “should I look on this as a bad thing?” I say, NO! I am the richer for having loved than holding myself back. Loving brings to us, the person doing the loving,... Read More

To The Masses…

A message more precisely intended for the evolving entity of Big Brother, as I am well aware that you will be reading this, have you not already done so. I will admit, You have succeeded, to a certain acute degree, in the intimidation department. This was undeniable, as I found myself in an eventual state of complete fear, consumed with hesitation by the impending possibilities of danger within this rapidly evolving and intruding technology of yours.

I can put my computer on my phone and my phone on my computer. I have an application for applications and... Read More

She is the tiny voice that sings "I am"

in the gloom of darkest night.

She is the Song of the Soul

revealing itself,

reveling in tiny moments of truth.

She is the pulse that quivers with hope

in the rubble of man's discontent,

and the flame of commitment

in the rearing of a child.

She lays a gentle sheen

on the tired world on a moonless night,

filling hollows and thickets and stark rooms

with murmurs of inspiration.

She quells the thirst for empty pleasures

and rides the waves of painful days.

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Musings Of A Poet

Agree Barb, throwing the baby out with the bath water 'aint the answer. Take care. :>)

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