Forever
I promised forever.Though your love slipped from my finger as
quietly as you slipped from the world.
Still, forever I will wear it;
closer now to my heart than ever.
It is engraved there.
It whispers there.
Forever.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Forever
Though your love slipped from my finger as
quietly as you slipped from the world.
Still, forever I will wear it;
closer now to my heart than ever.
It is engraved there.
It whispers there.
Forever.
Another Poem Published!
Yesterday, I visited the website of the e-zine "Soft Whispers" which gave me the bragging rights for my first ever published piece last week. See "painting the sky."
They had posted a picture of a golden wedding band suspended from a golden neck chain. Jim Wisneski, founder and editor of the e-zine, issued a challenge. Post a comment on the picture, a few words, a poem, anything.
I wrote an eight-line bit of free-form verse on the spot. The picture (you can view it here) reminded me of when my husband Shawn passed away and how I wore his wedding band around my neck on a chain for the first few years afterwards. And how I eventually took it (and my own wedding ring) off, as I began to heal and look forward to the future and possibly finding another mate. Still looking. Every so often it feels like the ring is still on my finger (although it has been years since I've worn it). I think that feeling must be akin to when someone loses a limb and can still feel it's presence. A ghost-like bond of the soul.
I can still feel the bond that held us tightly together, even though it was broken a long time ago. It made me feel that even if I find a new mate, Shawn will still be a part of me. Forever. Love never dies.
I will post the poem here in a little while.
You can also read it here, along with another poem submitted by a fellow poet (Cynthia Schuerr) about the same picture. I think Cynthia's poem rocks. She is a really great, great poet. All of the poets on that site give this verse dabbler incredible inspiration.
They had posted a picture of a golden wedding band suspended from a golden neck chain. Jim Wisneski, founder and editor of the e-zine, issued a challenge. Post a comment on the picture, a few words, a poem, anything.
I wrote an eight-line bit of free-form verse on the spot. The picture (you can view it here) reminded me of when my husband Shawn passed away and how I wore his wedding band around my neck on a chain for the first few years afterwards. And how I eventually took it (and my own wedding ring) off, as I began to heal and look forward to the future and possibly finding another mate. Still looking. Every so often it feels like the ring is still on my finger (although it has been years since I've worn it). I think that feeling must be akin to when someone loses a limb and can still feel it's presence. A ghost-like bond of the soul.
I can still feel the bond that held us tightly together, even though it was broken a long time ago. It made me feel that even if I find a new mate, Shawn will still be a part of me. Forever. Love never dies.
I will post the poem here in a little while.
You can also read it here, along with another poem submitted by a fellow poet (Cynthia Schuerr) about the same picture. I think Cynthia's poem rocks. She is a really great, great poet. All of the poets on that site give this verse dabbler incredible inspiration.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Instructions for Adding Comments
I have written details on how to add comments in a section labeled "Commenting on Posts" on the side-bar of the blog. Let me know if this helps.
Also, please let me know if you have any other problems with posting comments, so that I can update those instructions, if necessary. I have included a link to my email address, below my Facebook badge.
I appreciate and enjoy your feedback and suggestions.
Rain, Rain...
It's been raining on and off over the weekend. Apparently, we're in for a whole lot more. I just went to Bay News 9 weather page and they say we are going to have heavy downpours overnight possibly into Tuesday.
Great sleeping weather. Not so great driving weather for the commuters this morning. I'm almost glad I'm not one of them. And I'm glad I got air in the tires in case I do have to go out in it.
I'll need to, of course, confirm this all with NOAA, and make sure that the mesoscale analysis looks okay.
Don't want to end up in Oz. Or Miami.
Here is the graphic for Tampa Bay from NOAA:
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Blogger Random Question: Forks Evolved from Spoons? Geesh!
Do you believe that forks are evolved from spoons?
Forks were always forks.
They are much too complex in structure to have sprung from the evolutionary loins of the simple spoon.
Contrary to popular opinion, I believe that spoons evolved from forks as the hideously deformed and misbegotten offspring resulting from the illicit matings between forks and knives. It makes me cringe to think of it.
See the photos of the bizarre mating dance of the knife and fork below, which was captured by a very brave cinematographer, if you need further evidence of this.
This is what the offspring of spoons and forks looks like (the rare and ghastly "spork"):
Forks were always forks.
They are much too complex in structure to have sprung from the evolutionary loins of the simple spoon.
Contrary to popular opinion, I believe that spoons evolved from forks as the hideously deformed and misbegotten offspring resulting from the illicit matings between forks and knives. It makes me cringe to think of it.
See the photos of the bizarre mating dance of the knife and fork below, which was captured by a very brave cinematographer, if you need further evidence of this.
This is what the offspring of spoons and forks looks like (the rare and ghastly "spork"):
Friday, January 22, 2010
painting the sky - PUBLISHED!
today
the sky
is too blue
and too bright
for me
it is far too blue
and far too bright
to reflect my despair
and pain
i’d like to
reach up
and seize hold of it
by its corners
and drag it down
to earth
where i would
splatter it all over
with shades
of rainy gray
and melancholy black
and dirty brown
then throw it back up
so you would see it
and know
what you’ve done to me
the sky
is too blue
and too bright
for me
it is far too blue
and far too bright
to reflect my despair
and pain
i’d like to
reach up
and seize hold of it
by its corners
and drag it down
to earth
where i would
splatter it all over
with shades
of rainy gray
and melancholy black
and dirty brown
then throw it back up
so you would see it
and know
what you’ve done to me
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