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It's one of those days. I just feel sad. And another attempt at reintegrating into society didn't help.

"In love longing

I listen to the monk's bell.

I will never forget you

even for an interval

short as those between the bell notes."

~Izumi Shikibu

"The Burning Heart: Women Poets of Japan"

4.29.10

Cars drive by - unaware
The pain like a spy - hiding
Ready to release - exploding
Nothing to do but endure - suffocating


The sun shining down - beaming
The stars watching out - twinkling
My heart full of you - loving
Always a part of us - including


Someday a bright spot - hoping
A path more known - freeing
Struggles far away - dreaming
A love never broken - unending

3.31.10

It's 80 here today. I went out intending to sketch, but wrote instead. 
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"React well" society says.
The shadows and fog do not care about what is prim and proper.
The lurking envy and mocking pain strike at random.
There is no magic formula for easing the grief.
It will only ever cease when I take my post beside her in the ground.
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Before, life had it's questions. The hypothetical ones about 
politics...religion...pepsi or coke


The bumps and hills were manageable after
a pat on the back and a good night's sleep


Skies were blue, with a warm sun
Grass was soft and cool and there were trees with fingers of shade


In the night death reached its tentacles to the safest of all places
and stole my joy, my beauty, my daughter


The nights echo with memories never had
and laughter forever lost


Whispers now escape from the mist
from the ever-long reaches of the stars to me


I long to return to naivety
to relive the moments of ambiguity that was my life before


Now the weight produces a hypothetical middle finger
to questions long ago

3.9.10

"Then and Now"

Pregnant
Empty


Unaware
Painfully aware


Expectation
Longing


Living
Surviving


Loving
Still Loving

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Written by a dear friend, and providing some creative inspiration for me today:

On Cherries and Pits

Written by Angela Woods

"Sadness has a beauty that happiness consumes,

And fragility that penetrates the bones."

But your red and green of this Christmas scene

Carries me through the year celebrating

For red hair a shock of passion and serene

And green eyes bore through souls, knowing.

The pit of the cherry was lost in our grip

Now all solidarity mentions our whisp

Of a friendship, the sweet lullaby,

the task of our friendship is the dear soul's light.

Take our concerns and we'll hold them awhile,

But all of those sermons can't unfurrow our brow

From deep loss and understanding a deeper cost

For giving our dreams and losing our cause.

About the piece: Written about friendship and experiences, highs and lows, & living life. 

About the author: Angela is a poet and musician, but enjoys any of the art-mediums. She currently lives in Chicago, IL. You can find more of Angela's work at http://writeangleenneagram.blogspot.com/

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My husband wrote this last night. 

2.11.10

"labor"

i feared the process
the unknown and its bite

the worst a woman can experience
that no man can understand

but now I know the truth

the needles
the bareness
the pushing
then silence

i can face the process
but not my life without her

2.7.10

snow specks are falling
as I drive away from fun
so startled by pain