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Literature
It Holds
The long love
moves across the surfaces of time.
From past, to present to future
and back again in memory.
It loves the spirit and body
from the day of meeting,
though it may not be recognized at first.
It watches with wonder and dismay
the ever changing landscape of the beloved.
Cherishing and despising by turns,
yet it holds on,
not with a strangling grasp
but with hands and a heart
that have learned
how much strength or lightness
is needed.
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Literature
If Only...
It is so easy
to get lost
in the land of "if only..."
to wander in the darkness
of what I wish
had never been.
I am thankful
for the moment
when I remember
the phrase,
"next time..."
Next time I will think first.
Next time I will remember.
Next time...yes, next time.
I was not born
to grow old
in the land of "if only..."
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Literature
Putting Words
The words I spoke
still hurt in memory.
The intention of
my cruelty
came from a battered heart.
The reasons I justified
on that day,
were all my own,
but I claimed
they came from God.
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Crane by cerealnovels Crane :iconcerealnovels:cerealnovels 1 4
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Through the Sea
One perfect night,
under the largest moon,
the children that we were,
sailed into the country sky
through the sea of stars.
United in our imagination
we held on to each other
and the wooden pallet
that was our raft.
How sweet was the journey...
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Literature
Gulls
The taste of oceans
on my lips
my salt blurred eyes
do burn
I hear the cry of gulls
above
and my spirit  
joins their flight...
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Literature
The Moment
It was goodbye,
and though the light
was familiar
I did not recognize
the moment
of parting
until
long after you were gone.
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Literature
Sandpiper
Sandpiper,
on thin legs
you run ahead of me.
When I stop, you stop.
I begin.
You begin.
I wonder  
are you afraid of my following?
In that instant,
you take flight!
Afraid?
Not you.
You knew
you had wings.
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Literature
Over Worn Response
The words you spoke
reached the broken in me.
I reached for my over worn response,
but this time I did not voice it.
Silence held me.
Within it I realized
I no longer wanted
to wound you
or myself with my words.
I wanted to heal.
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Literature
Untitled
Love-
don't let it slip away unnoticed,
don't sacrifice it to the distractions
of a too busy life.
Love-
takes time to nurture.
It will not grow
without attention.
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Literature
Memory of Laughter
Memories of our laughter,
so needed today--
surfaced.
Gratitude filled me
for the times
we shared the funny
that we were.
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Quiet
Be still
more words
at the wrong time
will not heal
this wound.
Silence may be
what is needed most--
time to let quiet
clean the damage done...
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Sparrow by cerealnovels Sparrow :iconcerealnovels:cerealnovels 1 6
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To Remember
It takes time
to remember,
to go back
to the good,
to examine
the difficult
and discover
what is redeemable.
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Literature
Slow
Dance slow
to the beat
of your heart
knowing
each beat
is a precious
sound.
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The long love
moves across the surfaces of time.
From past, to present to future
and back again in memory.
It loves the spirit and body
from the day of meeting,
though it may not be recognized at first.
It watches with wonder and dismay
the ever changing landscape of the beloved.
Cherishing and despising by turns,
yet it holds on,
not with a strangling grasp
but with hands and a heart
that have learned
how much strength or lightness
is needed.
It is so easy
to get lost
in the land of "if only..."
to wander in the darkness
of what I wish
had never been.
I am thankful
for the moment
when I remember
the phrase,
"next time..."
Next time I will think first.
Next time I will remember.
Next time...yes, next time.
I was not born
to grow old
in the land of "if only..."
The words I spoke
still hurt in memory.
The intention of
my cruelty
came from a battered heart.
The reasons I justified
on that day,
were all my own,
but I claimed
they came from God.
One perfect night,
under the largest moon,
the children that we were,
sailed into the country sky
through the sea of stars.
United in our imagination
we held on to each other
and the wooden pallet
that was our raft.
How sweet was the journey...
Fiction takes time...so much time. The harder I pursue it, the more elusive it becomes. After a lot of frustration and over blown expectations, I finally settled down enough to let the story rest inside of me and reveal itself. Yes I am still lost in 18th century France, but I now know what part of France my story moves in. For a while I was in the wrong place headed the wrong direction. I had to go back to the very beginning of the story and discover where the cracks in the foundation of the story began. Slowly I have been working through a chapter at a time. I discovered some old ruts that needed to be removed. The biggest problem with writing is that every world I create has me as the creator. Thus certain themes and images have a tendency to resurface. Sometimes this is a good thing, at others it can get a story good and stuck. I had an old theme, from an old wound that needed to be extricated. Once I got that out of the way, new life began to rush into the story. I would be working on it right now, but Microsoft Word is busy updating or something so I am writing this journal entry instead.

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