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Post by heartfelt7 on Sept 29, 2011 8:52:56 GMT -6
Sabbatical
I am going to take a Sabbatical from words
and perhaps discover a treasure in the silence,
Turning to my Heart each morning with no thoughts
and no rush to turn back to words.
For turning from words means freedom from thoughts,
all those thoughts filtered through
That little corner office in my mind
that must fix, compare, judge and control my world.
I am going to take a Sabbatical from words,
perhaps let my mind drift like a cloud for awhile
Until it fills and becomes heavy with thoughts again
to deliver either a shower of blessings or a downpour of misery.
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Post by anirbas on Sept 29, 2011 12:56:24 GMT -6
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!*
I have enjoyed reading your works from the moment you joined us, Heart. But, I do believe this is the best piece you have written to date!!!!!!!! It has everything...A loose, relaxed inner rhyme scheme that unspooled like a spool of thread rolling across the floor; interesting metaphor (little corner office)...And the twist at the end...I FREAKING LOVE THE LAST LINE...Pardon my slang, m'lady!!!!!!!!!
*EXALT*
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Post by heartfelt7 on Sept 29, 2011 13:43:22 GMT -6
Nir: Thank you for the very nice comments (and the exalt). I really am planning to drift for awhile on the poetry. Maybe kick a few boxes around (ha). My second little granddaughter is due in November, and I am busy making room for another little fairy in my life. But I will be checking in often to harass Sergo (ha). Take care!!!
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Post by anirbas on Sept 29, 2011 23:21:23 GMT -6
Heart, what wonderful, magical news! Now that I know the true nature of your "remission" lol from poetry, I feel we may see you back more often than you think. The circumstances you are entering are often quite poetically inspiring...And you've already proven, you're a poet...For poets are not made, sweets, we are born...Many do not realize they are poets until later in life, after they've left the nursery for the world at large...I digress...lol...I foresee you popping in and out and regaling us with gems of poems detailing the woes of building the "perfect" nursery...or better yet, poems that enchant us with descriptions of sweet November's child to come and be...So tickled she's a girlchild!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Does her mommy have a name picked yet, or is she waiting until after she meets her, face to face, to name her? All these rituals, so timeless and sweet. I absolutely adore my three grandchildren. I chose Granny, as my grandmother name. What is your grandmother name? Howsomever, bet you slip in and out, especially in November and deliver a lovely bundle of pink joy poem, here and there...It's irresistible, this urge to poem when one is surrounded by so much inspiration...Who knows? Perhaps you shall come back with poems that have a totally different look, focus and feel...And without Sergo to harass all would be quite dull around here at times! Really enjoy seeing the place build up connections between the poets, once more and again. And THE WATERSHED of lovely poetry all of you having been hanging on the walls of the halls, so to speak...Fabulous...Just really pleased and proud of all the talent and easy camaraderie I see and feel, when I do get the chance to drop in around my busy work schedule and keeping up with my teenaged daughter's "needs of the moment"...lol...Whew! She's gotten really expensive this school year, since she made the drill team. Well, take care of you for us and don't forget to harass our on-site Sour Grapes, um, er...I meant...Sir Grey(looks above her and about her to see if any flying objects thrown from Ris Yerg's desk are even now plummeting through space to gift her a lumpy bruise upon her cranium) lol  |
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Post by sergosa on Oct 1, 2011 0:48:07 GMT -6
"and discover treasure in the silence" - it's wonderful thought!
Probably "silence" knows all but it's the silence!
Exalt!
S.
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Post by anirbas on Sept 27, 2018 22:37:40 GMT -6
...bump...
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