November 29, 2005 at 12:39 pm (My Writings, Poetry)
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My Love
Your skin glows like the pomegranate, blossoms big as the dahlia in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your harpsichord voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great eagle wing.
I am comforted by your jumper that I carry into the twilight of cupbeams and hold next to my arm.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my leg falls from my sock, it reminds me of your table.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bang of the day.
My heated head leaps to my scarf.
I wait in the moonlight for your secret fire so that we may swim as one, head to head, in search of the magnificient black and mystical book of love
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November 29, 2005 at 12:24 pm (Books, Ramblings on)
Have put things on hold creative wise as my father died in the early morning of last Sunday. We were not with him, but understand that had we have been at the hospital, we would not have been allowed to see him as it was a painful and stressful, horrible death. The death itself was over quickly, though he had been going downhill since Wednesday.
I have managed though, to read a few more of JG Ballard’s short stories. Wow, they were ahead of their time. They would make good stories for The Twilight Zone (if they haven’t already).
I have posted a message in a course conference about course blogs. Someone replied to my mailbox asking WHY? Why would we want to write a web log? Haven’t replied yet, but am thinking of saying, Why not? Just replied with that now. Some messages in the thread said that the word Blog is a horrible word – take away one letter then you have bog! Why Blog and not Biary, Bournal, Oldry? Or why not simply call it a log, journal or diary?
Anyway, time for a cuppa.
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