To my dear friends, may you all be blessed by the spirit of Easter.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
The Silence
In the spaces
between the silence
of words unspoken
I look for a sign,
a word, a whisper
The warmth of memories
now blurred
but moments longed for
Some kindness
given, renewed
to fill the emptiness
and find comfort
since all hope
has now sadly
spilled from my heart...
Prose - Dianne Dawes ... ♥
Image - Lavender Blue Free Wallpaper
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Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Susana Soca
With
lingering love she gazed at the dispersed
Colors of dusk. It pleased her utterly
to lose herself in the complex melody
or in the curious life to be found in verse.
lt was not the primal red but rather grays
that spun the fine thread of her destiny,
for the nicest distinctions and all spent
in waverings, ambiguities, delays.
Lacking the nerve to tread this treacherous
Labyrinth, she looked in on, whom without,
the shapes, the turbulence, the striving rout,
(Like the other lady of the looking glass.)
The gods that dwell too far away for prayer
abandoned her to the final tiger, Fire.
Colors of dusk. It pleased her utterly
to lose herself in the complex melody
or in the curious life to be found in verse.
lt was not the primal red but rather grays
that spun the fine thread of her destiny,
for the nicest distinctions and all spent
in waverings, ambiguities, delays.
Lacking the nerve to tread this treacherous
Labyrinth, she looked in on, whom without,
the shapes, the turbulence, the striving rout,
(Like the other lady of the looking glass.)
The gods that dwell too far away for prayer
abandoned her to the final tiger, Fire.
Jorge Luis Borges : 1899 - 1986
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Meadow Dreaming
As my thoughts carry me
Over drifts of white flowers
I am in dreams of white spaces
And colours softened
Floating on the wings of the breeze
Its silence interrupted only
By the soft brush of foliage
The song of the meadow
Its fragrance pure
Petals uplifted and falling slowly
Like confetti streams
My heart enclosed ...
Prose - Dianne Dawes ... ♡
Flowers of the Meadow image from Internet
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Over drifts of white flowers
I am in dreams of white spaces
And colours softened
Floating on the wings of the breeze
Its silence interrupted only
By the soft brush of foliage
The song of the meadow
Its fragrance pure
Petals uplifted and falling slowly
Like confetti streams
My heart enclosed ...
Prose - Dianne Dawes ... ♡
Flowers of the Meadow image from Internet
Please enlarge image
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