1 Another One Bites the Dust

The End
07/06/2014
: P

On March 17, 2013, I made the decision to say goodbye (or sort of goodbye) to this site.  I decided it was time to start anew.  While I had been thinking about it for awhile, an unique event occurred; I finished my first notebook ever.  I have always been entranced by notebooks...have more than I need...have even written in a few.  This, however, was the first time I had managed to continually write and make it to the end.  Shortly after, I began two new adventures...a new blog and a new notebook.

Today (July 6, 2014), marks the second notebook that I will be retiring, having filled it quite well.  It took me quite a bit longer to fill this notebook, but the important part is that I did finish it.  I was amazed the first time this happened...astounded as I sit here staring at the last page of yet another ending.  And so tomorrow (or the next day or the next) begins another journey with a new notebook.

Anyway, I was so...for lack of a better word...impressed that I needed to write about.  And where better to share the news than on the site that began it all.

1 Just Over a Year Ago

I made the decision on March 17, 2013 to close the doors on this blog.  It was not an easy decision, but I felt I was in a place where ...don't open...don't throw away... had filled it's purpose...like the notebook I finished (the first I have ever filled from start to end) on March 13 of the same year. 

I did not go "cold-turkey;" instead, I threw up an occasional post (11 total) since making the decision.  Nor have I stopped writing, though I have had moments of "quiet" since that I wasn't sure I'd make my way out of...but I did.  On March 19, 2013, I started a new notebook; on March 21st, I started a new blog (Like the Feathers of an Arrow).

Since I have a thing for year reflections, I thought I'd return for a moment and...reflect.

There are a couple of things that in closing this blog have been left unfinished.  Number 1 on the list is With Just a Touch, a story that started out quite unexpectedly...which in my head has had a conclusion for quite sometime prior to the last post for the piece.  Then there is Diary of an Anorexic Love Life, which while I haven't quite given up on, I just haven't given much thought to.

I also admit that my mood as of late makes me wonder if I was premature in thinking this space had filled its purpose.  I miss my ramblings a bit.  I manage them occasional on my new site, but not in the same fashion as they were used here.  My "Two Brains" continue to battle one another with me caught in the middle.

hmm....I think that is enough reflection...while I think looking back on occasions is good for the soul, it is also important to look to the future and live in the moment.  That being said....

4 teardrop (part 3)

She is still the most hauntingly beautiful entity...

poster artwork entitled
"Teardrop" by Paul Hogg

In my second post on this poster that dons my wall and continually captures my eye, I stated, "before writing the post, i tried to do a little research to see if (a) i could find this poster somewhere still for sale or (b) find more by Paul Hogg.  my attempts were fruitless."  Well...

a most interesting thing happened this past week.  I received a comment on my first "teardrop" post by none other than the artist. 

In addition, (after he managed to hunt down the original artwork) he reached out to me on Facebook.

What have I learned?  Well...the poster I located and posted in the "teardrop (part 2)" was a follow up to this piece in response to the demand on the above pictured piece.  So while not part of a series, as one earlier commenter mentioned, it did not stand completely alone.  I also learned that Paul Hogg's work nowadays does different quite a bit from this piece (http://www.behance.net/Ultramarinedesign). 

9 Un-Spun Crazy

Life's been crazy—

each breath a luxury of late.  

Life's been crazy—  

no time to write or be lazy.

I long to once again create—  

spin words in hopes I might abate  

all this crazy.

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they're exploring rondelets over at dVerse today.  it's been awhile since I last tested the waters of this form...really I just threw this together in a stolen moment of craziness (so those wondering will know I'm still alive)...hopefully it makes sense.

Glistening Streams

I breathe tears to life
as though all of the oceans
depend solely on me.

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I've been trying to find my way outside of myself.  The past week or two it's been rather hard.  Sleep calls to me like a lover whose arms wish never to let me go.  I long to escape into them, allow life to fade away around me, dissolve into a world of dreams where I can hold comfort in knowing nothing is real.  Still I hold on to life with a death grip...an odd statement for sure.  How much easier it would be to just let go?

9 Sevenling (To my angel) & Last Call (At the Sidewalk Cafe)

Sevenling (To my angel)

To my angel (you know who you are),

Silence is golden, liberating & lonely;  

the latter is the most haunting.  

  

To my angel (for whom silence seems a new word),  

I was (am) content, satisfied, & appreciative  

to hide in the rarity of reciprocal visits.  

My dear sweet angel, thank you for carrying my voice through the doors.



Last Call (At the Sidewalk Cafe)

anxiety spikes
(unusually so as of late)
each time Mr. Linky
steps up to introduce me.

he looks at the note card in hand
announcing the next performer
and knowingly looks stage left.

the last time these spells arose
I disappeared – left – went into hiding.
scarcely a word escaped
leaving only silence in my wake.

upon return I waited for last call –
closing time, when most had come & gone.
leaving only a few stragglers to see my frays.  

how brazen I got
as time passed and words flowed;
it's like a roller coaster though – ups & downs –
but those drops lift me out of my seat.

so here I sit now at the sidewalk cafe
listening to the voices spill out the doors & 
tip my hat as they leave for the night.

& I scribble away in my notebook
for no one else but me
and the occasional passerby
who sits down with a smile to share.

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another silent contribution....

they'll be opening up the doors over at the dVerse Poets Pub at 3:00 pm (EST), so if you get a chance to stop in, check out some wonderful talents showcasing their voices today and tomorrow.

12 Dee - p - Rest

From out of the blue
I feel them --
tears perched on eyelids.

A quiet settles
within;  a
hush before the storm.

Each breath stratigi-
cally  placed
to lesson the wrath.

I long to crawl up
-- disappear --
escape from myself.

But the past has shown
like a sinking ship
I must ride it out.

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the above is a series of Kelly Lunes, aside from the last stanza.

another silent contribution....

if you get a chance, there are some wonderful talents showcasing their voices today over at dVerse Poets Pub for OpenLinkNight.