“I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.”
~ Ernest Hemingway
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Me on Fr-eye-day. Photo taken before I knew how to upload and share it as I figure out my new phone. Gettin’ there…
fine lines
sometimes when pushing
you push too hard
often you push a bit too far
i put boundaries that
expecting respect
when overrun
the pushing laments
deep in my heart
so i build stronger walls
to stop the pushing from pushing too far
It hurts when the walls come down too.
you are too kind. thank you! :)
You are VERY welcome! How I love reading the poems on Tumblr. Mostly because they say to me, “You are not alone. There are others like you in the world. Kindred Spirits. Poets. People who feel things more deeply than most and write about it because they have to. It’s the Natural Progression of Things and Meant To Be.” ~ Janean
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Yay and Nay
Yes.
Yes to obsolete notions that are useless and old.
Yes to transcending the proverbial mold.
Yes to allowing life to magically unfold.
Yes to writing that is boundless and bold.
No.
No to being afraid of opening your heart.
No to allowing others to tear you apart.
No to believing your words are not worthy or smart.
Perhaps you will read this and a smile will impart.
What she said! Excellent advice, splintersandmilkshakes! You ROCK! ~ Janean
hugs
arms outstretched
they wrap around
for a loving squeeze
please hold on
a little longer
I’m not done
sinking in
to your strength
and love
just yet
thank you
I needed that
more than you know
© 2011 Turquoise Tangles
I walked alone
I walked alone last night
along the festive streets
families migrated downtown
to see the live window vignettes
with a holiday theme
the crescent moon was shining
the streetlights were brighter
a white horse ambled by
pulling a carriage
something special
out of the usual
I wish my family had joined me
at the art walk downtown
where I went to see my friends
for quick conversations
shared smiles and hugs
and to see their art
glad I went
for a bit
as I drove home
alone
Elvis was crooning
“Blue Christmas”
from the radio
I got misty eyed
a lump in my throat
my head already hurt
maybe it ached
from unshed tears
accumulating
behind my eyes
I didn’t test that theory
and held ‘em back
a little longer
headin’ home
for rest
in the night
December 2, 2011 was F1RST FR1DAY in downtown Bloomington. How I love, and look forward to goin’ downtown on the F1RST FR1DAY of every month. Even if I go alone, I don’t feel lonely. The studios and galleries, and the artists within, are very welcoming and always glad to see you. Even if you’re just admiring, and not buying, their wonderful and varied works of art. ~ Janean
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That kind of blue…: Parents Just Don’t Understand
I had my yearly review today. It did not go well. Oh- my lessons are great. My teaching style is great. I have such a way with the kids. They are learning so much. They are so excited about writing. They have come such a long way.
But.
Apparently I’ve received complaints because the students…
I wish I’d had an English teacher like you somewhere along the way. I had the red pen, run on hating, fragment catching, misspelled word grade knocking kind of teachers instead and didn’t think I could write at all until two professors in college said they like it. They liked what I’d written, and my heart did a flip flop of happiness inside my chest. The school my children go to has the online grade thing too. I never check it. I review the work they bring home weekly, but I don’t need to know up to the minute what grade are getting in their classes. I can wait for the quarter breaks. There is more to life than grades. There is Life. ~ Janean
I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life’s a bitch. You’ve got to go out and kick ass.
Maya Angelou (via bodasdesangre)
new phone distraction
Well…I haven’t exactly done much housework…but I did re-enter all the contacts from my four plus year old flip phone into my snazzy new iphone. Will get the phone itself activated soon. Lovin’ the internet features in the meantime. Now to use restraint so my husband doesn’t regret giving it to me for my birthday…yeah, I know…dishes and laundry…are still waiting where I left ‘em… ~ Janean
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