tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311792962024-03-07T19:45:52.054-07:00If Only I Could Find My Pen . . .My job on this blog is to post an array of written items which will include both poetry and prose. Your job is to make me happy simply by reading and commenting if you chose. It's that simple.
Now, where did I put that pen . . .Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-61851977277286227272013-05-05T09:20:00.003-07:002013-05-05T09:20:54.751-07:00Awakening<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Awakening,<br />the rose gently shakes off the dew<br />as it slowly opens.<br /><br />The sun kisses the soft petals,<br />lifting off the remaining moisture,<br />leaving a warm air<br />and brightening the color.<br /><br />The rose show it’s glory,<br />the beautiful colors,<br />soft and rich,<br />as the petals open wider to the noonday sun.<br /><br />Through the afternoon<br />the rose lifts its face toward the rays of the sun, <br />following the track of the warmth<br />moving on its stem <br />from one horizon to the other,<br />until the evening.<br /><br />As the sun settles behind the curve of earth,<br />the rose sags a bit on the stem.<br />The air cools,<br />the dew falls once again.<br />The petals hungrily sip at the moisture,<br />and fold a little to hold the precious dew drops.</div>
Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-34667655733765168192013-03-03T10:34:00.001-07:002013-03-03T10:34:47.811-07:00Hope<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hope is<br />the life of a new baby.<br />A world that gives<br />such a precious life<br />can’t be bad.<br /><br />Hope is<br />a sunset,<br />knowing a day is ended, <br />the mistakes over,<br />the worries at bay,<br />rest promised at hand.<br /><br />Hope is<br />a sunrise,<br />a clean slate,<br />a chance to try again,<br />success in reach.<br /><br />Hope is a friend who hears,<br />who is there,<br />who understands<br /> – or not –<br />and it doesn’t matter.<br /><br />Hope is<br />a connection to God,<br />when life seems good or bad,<br />a tie that withstands<br />the sway,<br />fraying perhaps at times,<br />but never breaking.<br /><br /><br />Hope is<br />a belief that tomorrow <br />and the next tomorrow<br />and the one after that<br />hold promise.<br /><br />Hope is<br />–– Life.</div>
Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-40954429019451161082013-02-22T18:30:00.000-07:002013-02-22T18:37:31.706-07:00Dawn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dawn.</div>
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Peeping sunlight,</div>
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gentle colors, </div>
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promise of another day to do it all.</div>
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Dawn.</div>
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A new idea,</div>
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born for change,</div>
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a new horizon for growth.</div>
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Dawn.</div>
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A new era,</div>
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and awakening,</div>
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a chance for our world to become love.</div>
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Dawn.</div>
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Renewal,</div>
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resurgence,</div>
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replenishment,</div>
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rebeginning.</div>
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Hope.</div>
Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-47439548922671744372013-02-20T21:25:00.000-07:002013-02-20T21:25:29.663-07:00Tears fell<br />
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Tears fell.<br />
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Of course, tears fall many times, <br />
many reasons,<br />
but those were the hardest of all.<br />
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The first tears were bitter,<br />
hot with sadness, wouldn’t end.<br />
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Next were tears of why,<br />
full of disbelief.<br />
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Then with a flash of anger,<br />
resignation,<br />
brief.<br />
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Finally came the tears no one saw,<br />
inside tears,<br />
numbness,<br />
raw,<br />
silent,<br />
blind.<br />
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One foot after another.<br />
One day after another.<br />
One tear after another.<br />
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Life goes on.<br />
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So do the tears.<br />
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Five sets of tears.<br />
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They never stop, <br />
those inside tears.<br />
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There are moments</div>
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that take my breath away</div>
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in surprise,</div>
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delicious, fleeting joy</div>
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gone so quickly</div>
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I can’t recapture</div>
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details.</div>
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There are moments </div>
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that stick with me</div>
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well beyond the time</div>
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I want them,</div>
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but they are etched reminders</div>
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for future days.</div>
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There are moments</div>
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I cling to and push away </div>
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all at once,</div>
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bittersweet,</div>
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for they hold times </div>
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and people</div>
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I’ve lost</div>
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but can’t let go.</div>
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There are moments</div>
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so still</div>
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I’m afraid to breathe,</div>
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as it might break</div>
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the spell,</div>
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and I’d never see </div>
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the next,</div>
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never know</div>
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the secret.</div>
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Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-54794288338866261522012-12-22T07:32:00.000-07:002012-12-22T08:54:23.304-07:00Starting Over<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Starting Over </div>
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I am starting over<br />
as I started over <br />
many times before.<br />
I am starting over<br />
every day<br />
as I find new facets, <br />
undiscovered till now.<br />
I am starting over,<br />
not so much looking for who I am or <br />
what to be,<br />
but opening myself<br />
to any possibility.<br />
I am starting over<br />
not because I don’t like<br />
who I am,<br />
But because I’m excited <br />
to know<br />
who I can be.<br />
Every changing, <br />
ever growing, <br />
always open, <br />
I am starting over<br />
every<br />
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Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-45424013764777154572012-11-29T19:06:00.002-07:002012-11-29T19:06:26.653-07:00There you were!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There you were!<br />As unexpected as the act of a prankster.<br />As warm and kind as a soft spring day.<br /><br />Were you as surprised as I was?<br />I suspect you were. <br />There was just no way <br />you could have known any more than I did<br />what would be there. <br /><br />Whatever, it was, I’m glad it was.<br />You were there!</div>
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<br />Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-62478110787941364772011-08-15T17:35:00.000-07:002011-08-15T17:35:28.667-07:00Something in the air<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN7HAGhb7XK0ZL0p9VDIltTywZBLBmW9ZnYQYOchkGUQgqVZ4Uh92MKk820k4lbZPsEzrwFYPk6gd3hY1mU52DTxEklW9EP4_Nd_A_pKPgxDtN-IGIRroS4JvBYqgn8eipy4_Q/s1600/Cameo_IMG_0084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN7HAGhb7XK0ZL0p9VDIltTywZBLBmW9ZnYQYOchkGUQgqVZ4Uh92MKk820k4lbZPsEzrwFYPk6gd3hY1mU52DTxEklW9EP4_Nd_A_pKPgxDtN-IGIRroS4JvBYqgn8eipy4_Q/s400/Cameo_IMG_0084.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The wind stirs the air,<br />
just a little,<br />
just enough to make me look around,<br />
wondering if someone is here.<br />
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No, it’s just a little breeze.<br />
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Again it whiffs by.<br />
Again I have that sense.<br />
It is unsettling<br />
because I feel a presence,<br />
a scent,<br />
a bit of sound in the air, perhaps?<br />
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I don’t know.<br />
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I’m not afraid.<br />
Ghosts and spirits and unseen visitors<br />
are welcome. <br />
It’s just that I can’t put my finger on who it is.<br />
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Is it you? <br />
Why don’t you speak to me?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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time heals all things.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">~~~~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have a church. <br />
I know some people don’t believe it,<br />
but I do.<br />
My church just doesn’t have walls,<br />
something many expect<br />
of a church.<br />
<br />
But you see,<br />
in the morning I look at the sunrise.<br />
I watch the sky make its metamorphosis<br />
from black to grey <br />
to shades of pink<br />
and orange<br />
and red<br />
and gold<br />
and finally to the early morning blues<br />
of the day ahead.<br />
How can I not hear glory hallelujahs in this? <br />
<br />
When I walk out <br />
and look at the valley between me <br />
and the mountains across the way,<br />
I know I’m loved<br />
and that I’m in the place I should be.<br />
I see the trees,<br />
protection for the animals<br />
of His creation.<br />
And for me.<br />
I see the wildflowers in my yard<br />
subtle and sweet,<br />
not placed there by my hand<br />
but scattered dots of yellow<br />
and blue<br />
and pink<br />
and white<br />
and purple<br />
held aloft by the greens<br />
that give them life.<br />
How could I not believe?<br />
<br />
At dusk I watch the deer grazing in the shrubs.<br />
Their gentle eyes watch me back,<br />
not afraid<br />
but not trusting, either.<br />
They seem to know I won’t hurt them.<br />
And a short distance away from me,<br />
we keep watch back and forth,<br />
until they reach their fill <br />
or move on to another place<br />
before settling down for the night,<br />
protected under the trees in the valley<br />
of my morning.<br />
How could I not feel safe?<br />
<br />
Then, <br />
in the dark of night,<br />
a few steps from my door, <br />
I look up.<br />
The sky is untarnished by the lights of cities<br />
too far away to matter<br />
in my world on the side of the mountain.<br />
The sky is solid black <br />
like the cliched velvet.<br />
It is rich with color,<br />
or lack of color,<br />
but dark <br />
and rich<br />
and thick<br />
and endless.<br />
But the stars,<br />
scatter more thickly than one can believe,<br />
are brilliant in a way one will never see against city lights.<br />
They are dazzling<br />
and luminous<br />
and lustrous<br />
and radiant<br />
and resplendent.<br />
I am reassured that my life is beyond blessed,<br />
if that is possible.<br />
How could I not call this my church?<br />
<br />
I find reason to praise in every step of my day.<br />
Sometimes I don’t pay attention<br />
or look around me at the stained glass windows<br />
or connect with my fellow worshippers<br />
or remember to sing praises<br />
but it’s always there.<br />
I live in my church.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~</div>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-40075719424844753342010-02-23T20:42:00.003-07:002010-03-03T14:23:16.366-07:00Remembering Hurts<div style="text-align: center;">~~~~<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Remembering Hurts<br /><br /><br />I remember .<br />As surely as the sun shines<br />I remember.<br />I remember trusting.<br />I remember loving.<br />I remember being loved,<br />and sadly, I remember the rejection.<br />I remember being happy.<br />I remember sunshine.<br />I remember feeling calm,<br />and I also remember covering my head<br />to escape the pain.<br />Remembering one hurt<br />cancels a dozen good memories.<br />Why is it so?<br />Why do we have to hurt?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSQD6ljIrZYYGN8ZeBlWLgH-ZmcsnrztBxnFuzhVWZtkqiO15jYIehYNKlWLrJlBIQ97PKpINcYtalGs2xLwJDxEDjsSiWB3BGOGRKvb7yw4OgwoaOk9H56C-FFFoWzrgvlUo/s1600-h/IMG_0066_2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 55px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSQD6ljIrZYYGN8ZeBlWLgH-ZmcsnrztBxnFuzhVWZtkqiO15jYIehYNKlWLrJlBIQ97PKpINcYtalGs2xLwJDxEDjsSiWB3BGOGRKvb7yw4OgwoaOk9H56C-FFFoWzrgvlUo/s400/IMG_0066_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441653156882315794" border="0" /></a>~~~~</div>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-56649820886412854612010-01-19T18:20:00.000-07:002010-01-19T18:20:00.508-07:00Second Chances<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">~~~~</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We passed each other</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">a long time ago,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and neither noticed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">or cared.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We passed by again,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">but this time</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">something sparked.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Your eyes sought mine</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and we both</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">seemed to know.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">~~~~</span><br /></div>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-43135882913595588672010-01-15T15:53:00.000-07:002010-01-15T15:53:00.406-07:00DON'T GO<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">~~~~<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />DON’T GO<br /><br /><br /><br />Don’t go.<br />Please.<br />Stay with me.<br />I don’t want to be alone.<br />And I’ll be alone<br />unless you’re with me.<br />You make me whole,<br />as if I’ve always been<br />just part of me<br />until you.<br />I need you here<br />because you hear what I say,<br />and you don’t judge.<br />I feel like I can be<br />exactly who I am,<br />good or bad,<br />and you are you,<br />my strength in hard times,<br />my playmate in the good,<br />never questioning.<br />So stay.<br />And hold me,<br />breathe on my neck<br />as you brush your lips there.<br />Lie with me<br />so I can sleep.<br />You are my anchor.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">~~~~<br /></div>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-36251083166844539382010-01-13T15:47:00.001-07:002010-01-13T15:52:22.437-07:00BELONGING HERE<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">~~~~<br /><br /><br />BELONGING HERE<br /><br /><br /><br />I lie with my head on your chest<br />and listen to your heart beat.<br />Steadily, strongly.<br />It comforts me.<br />Just being here,<br />close to you,<br />and feeling your warmth<br />gives me peace.<br />I breath deeply,<br />savoring your scent,<br />the scent that means home<br />and safe.<br />I belong here.<br /><br /><br />~~~~<br /></div>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-67632641188114224102009-12-22T12:23:00.001-07:002009-12-22T12:23:00.303-07:00Buck Up, Buttercup!<div style="text-align: center;">~~~~<br /><br /><br />I live alone.<br />I like it that way.<br />I’m free to come and go,<br />to sleep in or rise with the sun.<br />I can wear my jammies all day long,<br />or go to get the mail with no bra.<br />I don’t have to wear makeup if I choose,<br />and if I fart, the dogs don’t go “Eeuuwww!”<br />I can eat what I want, when I want,<br />and if I don’t shower, there’s no one to care.<br />I like my life.<br />It suits me.<br /><br />Occasionally,<br />just occasionally,<br />there is something that changes it.<br />Like now.<br />Sometimes being alone kinda sucks.<br />Like now.<br />When I want someone to be there<br />to share something big,<br />to laugh with me over a silly mistake.<br />I'd like someone who makes it more fun,<br />who knows me well enough to just get me.<br />You know, someone to put arms around me<br />and just let me cry,<br />to tell me it will be OK,<br />even when we neither know that,<br />not for a fact.<br /><br />Sometimes I’m simply scared.<br />Like now.<br />Sometimes I’m just lonely.<br />Like now.<br />Sometimes I just wish someone loved me unconditionally,<br />enough to overlook my insecurities,<br />to not care about my irrationalities,<br />to love me for me.<br />Like now.<br /><br />But I don’t.<br />And my life will go on,<br />without question, it will.<br />And I tell myself,<br />often,<br />“Buck up, Buttercup!”<br />And I do.<br /><br />I’ll be OK.<br />I like living alone, and this is just part of it.<br />This will pass.<br />I’ll be back to myself soon,<br />watching a sunrise in my jammies,<br />no makeup or bra,<br />and I’ll fart when I want to!<br />So there, buttercup!<br />I like my life!<br /><br />~~~~<br /></div>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-45997457509805085762009-12-20T09:14:00.004-07:002009-12-20T10:02:37.183-07:00Caught Off Guard<span style="font-size:85%;">Click on photo to enlarge.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissvMel94FBwnRNHyIn5CtWOLwRyDCKKfzIe3EqRVJpBIHI5h67CDaZRzyTPRYLfyR4CNVCQanbmW4Bp8T5VvFdTsQu4M0ouV-xVzTqAjN1pT3S7cpyTfoELtSaca2BOP5lWux/s1600-h/caught+off+guard"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissvMel94FBwnRNHyIn5CtWOLwRyDCKKfzIe3EqRVJpBIHI5h67CDaZRzyTPRYLfyR4CNVCQanbmW4Bp8T5VvFdTsQu4M0ouV-xVzTqAjN1pT3S7cpyTfoELtSaca2BOP5lWux/s400/caught+off+guard" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417364017757115122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~<br /></div>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-54684074716502343862009-12-04T19:30:00.002-07:002009-12-04T19:33:16.293-07:00Together<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">~~~~<br /><br />Together<br /><br /><br />Hold my hand.<br /> I don’t care what lies beyond. <br />Hold my hand,<br /> and nothing will matter.<br /> Look into my eyes.<br /> Don’t look away. <br />Really look, deeply.<br /> Can you see the promise<br /> that I’m beside you? <br />Now and tomorrow. <br />Match my step. <br />We’ve a long way to go. <br />Together we can do <br />anything.<br /><br /><br />~~~~<br /></div>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-57369883402208632152009-12-04T19:27:00.001-07:002009-12-04T19:29:53.847-07:00Calm<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">~~~~<br /><br /><br />Calm<br />I love the feeling.<br /> It’s the greatest feeling of all.<br /> Calm.<br /> There is a quiet that surrounds me,<br /> interrupted only by the sound of the wind <br />as it shivers through the pines, <br />needles brushing<br /> and releasing their scent<br /> and carrying it as far as it can. <br />It soothes me,<br /> and brings to that calm. <br />And my heart<br /> knows<br /> peace.<br /><br /><br />~~~~<br /></div>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-10977990316746629312009-11-23T09:24:00.002-07:002009-11-23T09:25:56.906-07:00Hope<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijcJgQHbHO84RVGxbLHdkbRc4VgpAD6yliEaK1d9-c0UWB3BUXN59xjaBjVctlxhHJLrTNzSZIVRu4CgNPgwb-ZOoHTk1tArttc_ZNfVTboMQMVDoGIw9zgCmmaKUoQp8fOjUo/s1600/hope"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijcJgQHbHO84RVGxbLHdkbRc4VgpAD6yliEaK1d9-c0UWB3BUXN59xjaBjVctlxhHJLrTNzSZIVRu4CgNPgwb-ZOoHTk1tArttc_ZNfVTboMQMVDoGIw9zgCmmaKUoQp8fOjUo/s400/hope" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407336093236739282" border="0" /></a>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-66153942780240277762009-11-18T16:40:00.000-07:002009-11-21T23:20:26.069-07:00Awakening<div style="text-align: center;">~~~~<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfFSSJqH7jWtfxUWnLS0IPc6JDF8XFllJIeqytWUAyQit-kNdifZH5hWC7j_M2LuAhqZ6fzpw-ftOD010XzIN_HfA-pXnplTmxOxMtQWcRPj8Qhjj7PCcHAAPe1L5zW4sectlQ/s1600/awakening+2"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfFSSJqH7jWtfxUWnLS0IPc6JDF8XFllJIeqytWUAyQit-kNdifZH5hWC7j_M2LuAhqZ6fzpw-ftOD010XzIN_HfA-pXnplTmxOxMtQWcRPj8Qhjj7PCcHAAPe1L5zW4sectlQ/s400/awakening+2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405999928925141426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~<br /></div>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-30477974920058382072009-10-30T20:02:00.004-07:002009-12-27T14:12:50.119-07:00I Just Want Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1TeZyaEeTLUlDGlepLWmTephjolKwZLCzxrknhZmGrqS6UOzrDqTfkCtMjYF0CNM1E5sgWvRYs-_6Gb3VeWAmUoBwGiPdzm5Nbfch-8c9CsJehvcMdSzd0Wt2cdHJc7jHn1sz/s1600-h/just"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1TeZyaEeTLUlDGlepLWmTephjolKwZLCzxrknhZmGrqS6UOzrDqTfkCtMjYF0CNM1E5sgWvRYs-_6Gb3VeWAmUoBwGiPdzm5Nbfch-8c9CsJehvcMdSzd0Wt2cdHJc7jHn1sz/s320/just" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398601484558340242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><br />I want love in my life.<br />I’m not unhappy<br />and not even lonely,<br />and I don’t need it.<br />But I do want it.<br />I miss having a companion in life,<br />the kind that understands without words<br />at times.<br />The kind of person who is there<br />when I want to share<br />a special day<br />or a sad moment.<br />A heart that understands when to advise<br />and when to be silent.<br />I want love.<br />That’s all,<br />just love.<br />Is that too much?<br /><br />~~~~<br /></div>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-77484807081639693232009-10-28T19:21:00.002-07:002009-10-28T19:27:51.525-07:00How Unexpected!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKNUeUB1KDd0_x1Nz5epkAd_2Y04Y87ZwQBtWyI9jzp_2TWwywi7iumOhidVAJzINkcSzPEyeFeN4Wvzz8Fd_cWUgMFBfhE8UBnT9PH2qx3Q-jMeNv5oG33LeZR9a8NQw-JE8z/s1600-h/IMG_2723.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 121px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKNUeUB1KDd0_x1Nz5epkAd_2Y04Y87ZwQBtWyI9jzp_2TWwywi7iumOhidVAJzINkcSzPEyeFeN4Wvzz8Fd_cWUgMFBfhE8UBnT9PH2qx3Q-jMeNv5oG33LeZR9a8NQw-JE8z/s200/IMG_2723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397842917023542434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">How Unexpected!<br /><br /><br /><br />You were really unexpected.<br />Unexpected when you appeared,<br />out of the blue,<br />a surprise suddenly just there at my elbow.<br />A good surprise,<br />one that was welcome from the moment we connected.<br /><br />I didn’t expect what was between us to grow.<br />Acquaintances passing in a moment of life,<br />that’s what I thought.<br />We passed each other in that way many times before,<br />So what would make this one different?<br />Nothing, I thought.<br />So the lingering,<br />the deepening,<br />that was unexpected.<br /><br />I was cool.<br />I didn’t expect much.<br />I would not have thought you and I<br />Might be something,<br />become something,<br />together.<br /><br />It wasn’t what I thought would happen<br />when you said this<br />and inferred that.<br />I kept thinking, No, he’s not serious.<br />But you kept saying<br />and doing,<br />and I found myself moving closer,<br />risking more,<br />without understanding how I could let myself be this vulnerable.<br />Never again, I’d said before.<br />Never again.<br />But here I am.<br /><br />Unexpectedly, I’m finding myself<br />moving out of that old, long established<br />comfort zone.<br />The comfort zone I built<br />to protect myself,<br />the one with shut down feelings and distance<br />to be safe.<br /><br />And unexpectedly, I find<br />I’m comfortable!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-36540104037296669672009-10-20T19:49:00.001-07:002009-10-20T19:52:08.542-07:00Rain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdjXH2h3e5eTXZt1jVWsB_2_L8iZWuFdIzlJQnFQAEhCCX_vy1GA4hieo_El3oywp6PBE1q9068rHgZiEqQH5yl_06fvsGOLZzzeidjrcYOGk0bv4HcWQAcnpwTTv_ZH5mTfW/s1600-h/Rain"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdjXH2h3e5eTXZt1jVWsB_2_L8iZWuFdIzlJQnFQAEhCCX_vy1GA4hieo_El3oywp6PBE1q9068rHgZiEqQH5yl_06fvsGOLZzzeidjrcYOGk0bv4HcWQAcnpwTTv_ZH5mTfW/s400/Rain" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394880347348515330" border="0" /></a>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-29150776894373517622009-10-16T19:49:00.003-07:002009-10-16T20:19:10.187-07:00Love is Work<div style="text-align: center;">~ ~ ~ ~<br /><br /><br />Love is Work<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN38wH0his8KfZElyrCoDW5OYAI_8i5-keHwWg2du2j9ExzxWY2dmXo3aSCO1xfO5-GL56vDoeRtX0KcrhMohrE0cO3lxvXruiMGlI4iAx-Mc7FK2tt0zEXf6pjAx-6Qlb5jcR/s1600-h/Love+is+work"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN38wH0his8KfZElyrCoDW5OYAI_8i5-keHwWg2du2j9ExzxWY2dmXo3aSCO1xfO5-GL56vDoeRtX0KcrhMohrE0cO3lxvXruiMGlI4iAx-Mc7FK2tt0zEXf6pjAx-6Qlb5jcR/s400/Love+is+work" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393402699182166018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">~ ~ ~ ~<br /></div>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31179296.post-43620021050647701142009-10-12T10:03:00.001-07:002009-12-27T14:16:34.483-07:00Growing Old Together<div style="text-align: center;">~ ~ ~ ~<br /><br />Growing Old Together<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdiZzTCbH042u1i9Md4XYYWY_U5W0iIAyq_-5od1Rsq5c7H93ce4zB70EydLtUetxsBjNOg1e3SZQjEx_68wHrHTfkQXAw6vaJ4jH7XVoD9k2S68koML-p3Uz3rDiU_17WD4AB/s1600-h/IMG_8585.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdiZzTCbH042u1i9Md4XYYWY_U5W0iIAyq_-5od1Rsq5c7H93ce4zB70EydLtUetxsBjNOg1e3SZQjEx_68wHrHTfkQXAw6vaJ4jH7XVoD9k2S68koML-p3Uz3rDiU_17WD4AB/s200/IMG_8585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391773228161716626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I used to picture the two of us,<br />walking together and holding hands,<br />slowly,<br />no reason to rush,<br />savoring each moment<br />of the sweetness of aging comfortably,<br />like the older couples in the TV ads.<br /><br />Once I thought we had all the time in the world,<br />to smell rain in the spring,<br />and to see the colors of summer blossoms,<br />and hear the rustling of autumn’s leaves under foot<br />as we walked those walks together.<br /><br />In winter, we would sit by the fireplace<br />and watch our grandchildren<br />as they trimmed the tree<br />or played games on the table by the window,<br />and we’d all watch the snow fall together,<br />feeling snug inside with the warmth.<br /><br />But now it seems that those were just dreams.<br />Our hearts have grown apart.<br />We don’t hold hands anymore,<br />and although we walk,<br />the walks are to get somewhere,<br />not to savor.<br />Love doesn’t always mellow,<br />sweet with the years.<br />Sometimes it fades<br />like the ink of old, old love letters,<br />tucked away and forgotten,<br />never read,<br />and cold.<br /><br /><br /><br />~ ~ ~ ~<br /></div>Lyniluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742585512852240355noreply@blogger.com4