Just earned my 1st degree black belt in Taekwondo. 
Yay me!
"As for man, his days are like grass;
as a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
For the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more".
-God
Touch
My hands
open the curtains of your being
clothe you in a further nudity
uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body for your body
Octavio Paz
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the
hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and
like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
-Pablo Neruda
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty,
how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
[Excerpts from The Essential Rumi]
There's a strange frenzy in my head,
of birds flying,
each particle circulating on its own.
Is the one I love everywhere?
[Excerpts from The Essential Rumi]
For my father, David
6-21-1942 to 2-14-2007
Have a nice flight daddy. I love you.
From Rowan, my sweet friend who understood....
A Million Wishes
It is the night sky
that fills my soul
with a longing for wings
and ethereal things.
a tear that drops unaided
from my daughters eye
where it sat, and spoke
to my heart for awhile
a salty smile
that fills me with longing
of words left unsaid
but I know deep inside
no language alive
could speak my love
but I try..
unspoken letters transcribed
in a squeeze
from a shaking hand
love whispered in a wink
a wavering blink
from this fathers eye
How wonderful we named her
after wings
my robin
who flies straight and true
to hearts
and promises spring
with words that sing
that we shall fly in dreams again
into night skies
filled with the light
of a million wishes
that love sent us.
Love Rowan
from the land of living skies', Canada.
MY BOOK: Into The Light
www.lulu.com/content/205692
Yay me! "As for man, his days are like grass;
as a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
For the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more".
-God
Touch
My hands
open the curtains of your being
clothe you in a further nudity
uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body for your body
Octavio Paz
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the
hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and
like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
-Pablo Neruda
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty,
how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
[Excerpts from The Essential Rumi]
There's a strange frenzy in my head,
of birds flying,
each particle circulating on its own.
Is the one I love everywhere?
[Excerpts from The Essential Rumi]
For my father, David
6-21-1942 to 2-14-2007
Have a nice flight daddy. I love you.
From Rowan, my sweet friend who understood....
A Million Wishes
It is the night sky
that fills my soul
with a longing for wings
and ethereal things.
a tear that drops unaided
from my daughters eye
where it sat, and spoke
to my heart for awhile
a salty smile
that fills me with longing
of words left unsaid
but I know deep inside
no language alive
could speak my love
but I try..
unspoken letters transcribed
in a squeeze
from a shaking hand
love whispered in a wink
a wavering blink
from this fathers eye
How wonderful we named her
after wings
my robin
who flies straight and true
to hearts
and promises spring
with words that sing
that we shall fly in dreams again
into night skies
filled with the light
of a million wishes
that love sent us.
Love Rowan
from the land of living skies', Canada.
MY BOOK: Into The Light
www.lulu.com/content/205692
- Last seen on Nov 27 12:09 PM. Member since June 4, 2004.
- I'm a screaming dragon poet for 12,361 comments.
- I am a woman from North Carolina (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm an I.T. Security Auditor.
- I support the site as a silver member
- I have 12,361 comments, 13 contests, 2 columns, 290 poems, 3 stories
My Lists
- cinquain
- Heart Break and Misery
- Heart Break and Misery: (Phase 2)
- Love
- Pablo Neruda Inspired
- PMS Lounge
- Trophy Room
My Poetry
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11 lines, 43 comments, December 12, 2007. In Spiritual
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31 lines, 26 comments, October 6, 2007. In Sad
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My Stories
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Both toddlers touched the pocket of their napping father's t-shirt asking, "Is that your pocket daddy?". He replied, "Yes". Again they asked,"Is that y116 lines, 28 comments, August 7, 2005. In <200 lines, Humor
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The woman enters the beauty shop, her waist length hair tied neatly up in a braid. Waiting patiently for the young girl behind the counter to finish with the customer she was d604 lines, 23 comments, May 1, 2005. In <200 lines, Spiritual
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