Happiness is sitting side by side on the love seat with my youngest son, both still in our pajamas, as he reads Calvin and Hobbes comics to me aloud. A ready laugh is rimming the edges of his voice, and we’re sitting close enough that as he reads I can lay my cheek on his hair and still see the pictures, or plant a kiss atop his sweet head. It was but a brief moment. He’s up and at ‘em now. Playing with his big brother, thoughts of breakfast still far off. But the warmth and love of the moment lingers, the happy, as does the serene smile on my lips. He’s nearly eight and a half and growing up way too fast. They both are. We have a date to build a potato clock later today. Wish me luck!
Month: December 2011
Ever Changing Snowflake
To everyone,
she had but one face.
To herself,
she had millions.
Always changing faces,
always changing masks,
everybody knew her differently,
no one knew her wholly.
I think I know this girl. Do you?
Taking Stock…The Things That Matter Most: why are we all writing about writing when reading is the key to be a…
why are we all writing about writing
when reading is the key
to be a better writer
it’s not what you write but what you see
i’m no expert to be sure
but how you read makes a difference
how the words sound
how they keep cadence and rhythm
don’t just read the next time you pick up Poe
learn
Good advice. Does reading my Tumblr dashboard count? Hope so! Though I do have a trip to the library planned for later today, to pick up a book on hold. It’s waiting behind the desk, just for me. It’s a light and fluffy one, with more laughs than fright. I can’t read Edgar Allan Poe or Stephen King. Nightmares. However, for most of my life I’ve thought The Ultimate Book would be a collection of Poe illustrated by Van Gogh. They just seem to go together. However, their time on Earth didn’t overlap, as Poe died three and a half years before Van Gogh was born.
Mike Frawley: Words Never Spoken
While in the presence of overwhelming love
sadly so many succumb to their fearsThough bathed in the Abundant Grace of God
far too often we drown in a river of tearsEver too fearful to sing our own song
deeply regretting the words never spokenEven while love was calling us home
not one, but…
A Clarity of Conscious: My Armor
My armor
For most of recent life I’ve worn armor,
To protect from bullets and blast,
While in the service and with the force,
Until the danger passed.The armor then would be removed,
Until the next shift or fray,
Hung in a locker or stowed with my gear,
Ready no matter the day.But…
Dear You,
You got it.
Whatever you need.
I can’t read your mind.
Guess I missed your subtlety.
Thank Heaven for Tumblr.
So our hearts can have this conversation.
Love,
Me
I am wearing my new Christmas t-shirt today, “Come to the dark side, we have cookies… ~ V” It makes me grin, especially since I usually identify more strongly with the Rebels, not the Empire. The Dark Side suits my surly mood today though, and I do LOVE cookies. What’s not to like?! ~ Janean
double damn
damn
double damn
this is not how I wanted today to start
with a headache threatening at my temples upon waking
and you throwing my words from yesterday back at me
yes I do need quiet time
so I can handle the noise and commotion
but I need you too
I thought the walls came down
in the storm of emotion
a few weeks ago
but they are going back up
because the wounds are deep
on both sides
no wonder my head hurts
damn
double damn
this sucks
© Turquoise Tangles
Evanescence
Evanescence is a gradual thing,
Nearly imperceptible to the human eye.Small pieces simply blend into the background clutter,
Blurring what were distinct lines.Subtly the erosion continues,
Widening the gulf between the present and the absent.A larger world, hardly noticing or caring
Of what is being lost, continues on without skipping a beat.And eventually the foreground and background
Blend seamlessly around what once was there,But now is…
Nothing
I read this poem last night.
When I stalked your page, the way you stake out mine.
You taught me a new word in the process, Mr. Scrabble.
And made my heart hurt.
I hate that you feel this way.
I can read between the lines.
Is it because I put together the Star Wars thing?
And that is usually your job?
I just knew you were tired.
From working all day.
From giving blood before chemo again.
From Making An Appearance.
I was trying to help.
I made it worse.
Par for the course it seems.
You are here.
You are with us.
We are so thankful for that.
Every day you’re here.
Cancer can’t have you.
You are going to beat it.
We’re going for the cure.
You are going to beat it.
(Because it bears repeating.)
I love you damn it.
SO BIG!
Sorry I am a mess at showing you…
even after all the years we’ve been together.
You’d think we’d have it down by now.
Today is a new day.
Screw evanescence.
It’s for steam and fog.
Not people.
You are here.
Very much with us.
And we are thankful.
1. (noun) evanescence: the event of fading and gradually vanishing from sight; “the evanescence of the morning mist”
© Turquoise Tangles, in reply to aclarityofconscious
A Clarity of Conscious: I love you, but…
“I love you, but…”
Four simple words,
You whispered before dawn.
And then you rose, Got out of bed,
And just like that were gone.I woke to feel you leaving,
And asked you please to stay,
In my arms a short while,
But today was not the day.Your mind was far too busy,
The bed held no…
I Love You For Always. The only string attached is the one that connects my heart to yours wherever we go…even if it is just one floor below, in the early morning hours, when we have different things on our minds at 4:30 a.m.
A Clarity of Conscious: I love you, but…
Mike Frawley: Wish Gifts
At this most special time of year
I’ve made a list of wish gifts for youFirst of all, I wish gift you Faith
to know that God will see you throughMy second wish gift for you is Love
every day right from the startFreely given for you to share
person to person and heart to heartNext I wish…
Wonderful words, Mike Frawley. For years now, as my children eye the aisles of toys and whatnot at the store, and start asking for things, I reply without fail, “Put it on your your Wish List.” Everyone needs one, no matter what your age AND like your poem, often the things we wish for most are the things that money cannot buy. ~ Janean
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