tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38641782695893902532024-02-20T07:59:52.995-05:00Words from my HeartFor the love of words, the embrace of rhyme, and the cadence of rhythm. These are words from my heart.Ionafeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606259772197033470noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864178269589390253.post-18446505053939687132008-12-31T03:48:00.003-05:002008-12-31T05:00:13.009-05:00Jaws of the Greatest Hurt<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLynda%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></p>If I could escape this feeling,
<br />I would give what I had.
<br />There is no help in healing,
<br />For the feelings that are all sad.
<br />
<br /> To suffer this is earth’s great hell,
<br />No fire, no brimstone
<br />Only an agonizing knell
<br />Of a feeling I don’t want to own.
<br />
<br /> To burn is not to suffer,
<br />Nor is it to be encased in ice
<br />Pain and sadness is far tougher
<br />Not wanting any of this life.
<br />
<br /> I despair of my own life
<br />Wanting all the hurt to stop
<br />I have given up the fight
<br />Sadness freezes me like a rock.
<br />
<br />What is it like to be depressed
<br />To suffer here
<br />Unlike the rest
<br />With all of the fear
<br />
<br />It is to be separated from the light
<br />And from all that is happy
<br />It is to constantly embrace your plight
<br />And view all sadly
<br />
<br />There is no good in life
<br />And only bad
<br />But if I look, I might
<br />See that others would envy all I had
<br />
<br />So, there is guilt in this despair
<br />Because it is undeserved
<br />But still there
<br />And it doesn’t go away with a word.
<br />
<br />Where is the help for this feeling
<br />That comes without sense
<br />And there is no way of dealing
<br />And there is no defense
<br />
<br />Medications, therapy, and lots of talk
<br />I can’t take it all
<br />I can’t walk the walk
<br />It never helps, though I am its thrall
<br />
<br />Help me, someone, to fine a way to be
<br />A corner of this life where I can be free
<br />Let me see all that is good for me
<br />And, oh, let me learn how to live happily.
<br />
<br />Because I do not know.
<br />I want to go.
<br />But I stay for the show.
<br />Because of tomorrow,
<br />I do not know.
<br />
<br />Depression is an ugly thing. I am fine, I am getting lots of help, but sometimes you just need to express it. This is how I decided to do it this time.<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p> Ionafeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606259772197033470noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864178269589390253.post-66011163293177883922008-12-18T06:55:00.003-05:002008-12-18T07:11:07.524-05:00All we are is all we areAttempting free verse and using inspiration for a random generator:<br /><br />The heat is leaving<br />The feeling is ebbing away<br />I see shades flicker above the rain<br /><br />So many roads to choose from<br />To what end<br />I seek only shelter<br />And look for safe road signs<br />Benign and common landmarks<br />But lose the way talking to myself<br /><br />I need go where no one knows<br />A long, long way from home<br />From the country of my comfort<br />Where I toil to make my way<br />We are all brilliant beneath this dreamscape<br /><br />And the feeling will come again, wary, alive<br />This day shall flee, misty before the air<br />And I will seek the road back, wondering why<br /><br />#Ionafeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606259772197033470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864178269589390253.post-43234822020268731082008-12-11T01:56:00.008-05:002008-12-11T02:08:25.647-05:00Words at Work: Time<span class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: right; display: block; width: 250px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53552950@N00/2283676770"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2283676770_6b53f8b77f_m.jpg" alt="The Passage of Time" style="border: medium none ; display: block; width: 158px; height: 118px;" /></a><span class="zemanta-img-attribution" style="font-size: 0.8em;"></span></span>This is another rondel attempt, but I'm not exactly happy with it. The refrain just doesn't flow like it does in my other rondels. It is that repeating phrase that makes the poem, IMHO. Thinking of my mom with this poem. Her time was certainly fleeting, dying at 51. Suggestions anyone?<br /><br />Time is a fleeting curse to life.<br />It steals your love and desire.<br />It knows no mercy, only strife.<br />With not a one will it conspire.<br /><br />It will steal both husband and wife.<br />It devours you entire.<br />Time is a fleeting curse to life.<br />It steals your love and desire.<br /><br />In all your days it will be rife.<br />It may not take by flood or fire.<br />It dangles you, puppet on wire<br />And will cut you hard, like a knife.<br /><br />Time is a fleeting curse to life.<br /> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/91378942-31b2-4971-a073-86aebe0f45bf/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_b.png?x-id=91378942-31b2-4971-a073-86aebe0f45bf" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a></div>Ionafeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606259772197033470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864178269589390253.post-83883592887096154392008-12-11T01:47:00.004-05:002008-12-11T01:54:13.301-05:00Words at Work: Fantasy<span class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: right; display: block; width: 212px;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:M2tw_knightcharge.jpg"><img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/c0/M2tw_knightcharge.jpg/202px-M2tw_knightcharge.jpg" alt="A group of English knights attacking French di..." style="border: medium none ; display: block;" height="152" width="202" /></a><span class="zemanta-img-attribution">Image via <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:M2tw_knightcharge.jpg">Wikipedia</a></span></span>The King held his long sword on high.<br />He spoke fiercly to them one and all,<br />"To the front, boys, to live or die,<br />And tonight we sup in Asha's hall!"<br /><br />Gleefully, they ran across ground.<br />Men and horses clsoing for kill.<br />All of their din created a sound,<br />To heavens and earth it did fill.<br /><br />Light on keen blade of shining steel,<br />Helms polished to a mirror bright.<br />The blood did pour and pain did feel<br />those young boys who went to the fight.<br /><br />Little they new how blood would run,.<br />War it seemed now never much fun.<br /> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/4be33ea6-c4ea-4a35-a055-099baecc2288/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_b.png?x-id=4be33ea6-c4ea-4a35-a055-099baecc2288" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a></div>Ionafeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606259772197033470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864178269589390253.post-70059536925053596762008-12-11T01:37:00.005-05:002008-12-11T01:46:15.681-05:00Words at Work: Geography Duet<span class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: right; display: block; width: 74px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9861333@N06/1252275170"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1053/1252275170_df9462a46c_m.jpg" alt="Grand Canyon, Yellow Stone National Park" style="border: medium none ; display: block;" height="240" width="64" /></a><span class="zemanta-img-attribution">Image by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9861333@N06/1252275170">lubright</a> via Flickr</span></span><div style="text-align: center;">Pebble<br />Small, insignificant<br />Rolling, stumbling, gathering<br />Stone, speck, peak, slope<br />Standing, towering, living<br />Ponderous, majestic<br />Mountain<br /><br />Plains<br />Open, infinite<br />Rolling, undulating, breathing<br />Grassland, sea, canyon, wrinkle<br />Plunging, falling, delving<br />Deep, wide<br />Valley</div> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/f353631f-bc94-49bc-924c-3bbf6cc27e3e/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_b.png?x-id=f353631f-bc94-49bc-924c-3bbf6cc27e3e" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a></div>Ionafeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606259772197033470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864178269589390253.post-70051856034430157942008-12-11T01:24:00.003-05:002008-12-11T01:36:53.119-05:00Words at Work -- UnderstandingThis is part of my words at work program -- or words I write whenever things are slow -- hahaha! -- at work. This is the form of a rondel.<br /><br /><span class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: right; display: block; width: 212px;"><a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:GGB_reflection_in_raindrops.jpg"><img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/71/GGB_reflection_in_raindrops.jpg/202px-GGB_reflection_in_raindrops.jpg" alt="The Golden Gate Bridge refracted in rain drops..." style="border: medium none ; display: block;" height="160" width="202" /></a><span class="zemanta-img-attribution" style="font-size: 0.8em;">Image via <a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:GGB_reflection_in_raindrops.jpg">Wikipedia</a></span></span>And in the pouring rain she stood,<br />again not knowing where to turn.<br />She did not know or ever learn<br />that all the crying did no good.<br /><br />He would not treat her like he should,<br />no matter how for him she'd burn.<br />And in the pouring rain she stood,<br />again not knowing where to turn.<br /><br />His rage she weathered as she could,<br />his brand of love she could not earn,<br />his reasons she could not discern<br />and she knew she never would.<br /><br />And in the pouring rain she stood.<br /> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/0000561f-1c48-4091-a7ed-afd81e655ddb/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_b.png?x-id=0000561f-1c48-4091-a7ed-afd81e655ddb" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a></div>Ionafeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606259772197033470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864178269589390253.post-5349497058288408462008-12-08T04:59:00.010-05:002008-12-08T05:15:37.716-05:00Diamond Necklace<div style="text-align: center;">Time </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Borrowed, lost</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Fleeting, running, slipping</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Clock, watch, garbage, debris</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Trashing, ignoring, giving away</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=""> </span>Misused, squandered</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Wasted</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: left; display: block;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83955435@N00/496509052"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/189/496509052_622f8bf2f6_m.jpg" alt="Oldest and Youngest" style="border: medium none ; display: block;" height="240" width="180" /></a><span class="zemanta-img-attribution" style="font-size:78%;">Image by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83955435@N00/496509052">Old Shoe Woman</a> via Flickr</span></span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Old</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Vulnerable, wise</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Watching, teaching, knowing</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Mortal, fraility, immortal, vitality </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Running, lauging, failing</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Rash, indestructible</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Young</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Life</span> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Precious, hopeful</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Breathing, waking, being</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Presence, survival, departure, absence</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Stopping, leaving, ceasing </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Empty, total</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Death</p> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/08f921ab-6ff7-4e85-93f7-bf827b4eb2a6/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_b.png?x-id=08f921ab-6ff7-4e85-93f7-bf827b4eb2a6" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a></div>Ionafeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606259772197033470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864178269589390253.post-83986150871657445152008-12-08T04:23:00.004-05:002008-12-08T04:29:26.965-05:00Forgive-Forget<div style="text-align: center;">Forgive<br />Repentant, supplicant<br />Releasing, embracing, absolving<br />Sin, mistake, rememberance, recollection<br />Dismissing, clearing, escaping<br />Peaceful, dismissal<br />Forget</div> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/4d2dbe67-7b1f-4176-b43e-6dc2c9292655/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_b.png?x-id=4d2dbe67-7b1f-4176-b43e-6dc2c9292655" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a></div>Ionafeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606259772197033470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864178269589390253.post-15759111827968702672008-12-08T04:20:00.002-05:002008-12-08T04:23:12.913-05:00Love-Hate<span class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: left; display: block; width: 250px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97438515@N00/249257309"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/249257309_6ef31515c4_m.jpg" alt="Kiss my heart" style="border: medium none ; display: block; width: 126px; height: 126px;" /></a><span class="zemanta-img-attribution" style="font-size: 0.8em;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="zemanta-img-attribution">Image by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97438515@N00/249257309">Amodiovalerio Verde</a> via Flickr</span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;">Love<br />Sexual, emotional<br />Giving, receiving, wanting<br />Kiss, heart, fist, brawl<br />Fighting, screaming, damning<br />Blind, unforgivable<br />Hate</div> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/1ae0ceca-0ba9-4360-97b3-6a1e421a1bdb/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_b.png?x-id=1ae0ceca-0ba9-4360-97b3-6a1e421a1bdb" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a></div>Ionafeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606259772197033470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864178269589390253.post-11093175764920374382008-12-08T04:17:00.001-05:002008-12-08T04:20:22.884-05:00Temperature Extremes<div style="text-align: center;">Hot<br />Warm, intense<br />Burning, searing, melting<br />Sun, heat, clouds, wind<br />Chilling, shivering, chattering<br />Bitter, crystalline<br />Cold</div>Ionafeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606259772197033470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864178269589390253.post-56677772221609190122008-12-08T04:14:00.003-05:002008-12-08T04:17:52.839-05:00A knight<span class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: left; display: block;"><a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Modern-Knight.jpg"><img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/29/Modern-Knight.jpg/202px-Modern-Knight.jpg" alt="Jousting Sir Quint of Knights of Avalon on Nob..." style="border: medium none ; display: block; width: 155px; height: 233px;" /></a><span class="zemanta-img-attribution">Image via <a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Modern-Knight.jpg">Wikipedia</a></span></span><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Knight</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Righteous, strong</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Fighting, jousting, feasting</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Honorable, loyal, important, noble</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Ruling, leading, deciding,</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Just, royal</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">King</p> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/dd231cf3-d858-4d18-b813-001431409552/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_b.png?x-id=dd231cf3-d858-4d18-b813-001431409552" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a></div>Ionafeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606259772197033470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864178269589390253.post-35668811411136104052008-12-08T04:11:00.002-05:002008-12-08T04:31:03.789-05:00Depression<span class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: left; display: block;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48253376@N00/373169435"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/373169435_daf766d4f6_m.jpg" alt="Shi'ah's Sorrow" style="border: medium none ; display: block;" /></a><span class="zemanta-img-attribution">Image by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48253376@N00/373169435">Ehsan Khakbaz</a> via Flickr</span></span>I'm here today<br />with nothing to say<br />And come what may<br />I will stay here<br />So that my family can be near.<br />They are the reason, it is clear,<br />To hold the hand of hurt<br />That my will wants to assert<br />Upon my self with all the blame<br />To the sorrow that has no name. <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/58b58c8f-97ea-40c5-809b-ae08414dae99/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_b.png?x-id=58b58c8f-97ea-40c5-809b-ae08414dae99" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a></div>Ionafeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606259772197033470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864178269589390253.post-69901024528226166402008-12-08T04:03:00.002-05:002008-12-08T04:11:04.158-05:00Coming tide<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1351/1347710195_103dd52637.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 234px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1351/1347710195_103dd52637.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Ebb<br />And flow<br />To and fro<br />In and out<br />and in and out<br />Crash the waves<br />And plash the waves<br />Rising falling swaying<br />Pushing and pulling hoping praying<br />Filling emptying opening closing<br />Back forth and back and forth<br />Moving left and moving right<br />Rocking and rolling<br />Inspire and expire<br />In and out again<br />Ebbing and<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Flowing</div> <span style="font-size:78%;">Pic: flikr, fernando</span><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/37de0086-06b4-447b-8c99-3d03653022eb/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_b.png?x-id=37de0086-06b4-447b-8c99-3d03653022eb" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a></div>Ionafeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606259772197033470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864178269589390253.post-36813938557087048322008-12-08T03:58:00.002-05:002008-12-08T04:03:17.790-05:00Winter at Work<span class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: left; display: block; width: 212px;"><a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:N2_Human_eye.jpg"><img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/96/N2_Human_eye.jpg/202px-N2_Human_eye.jpg" alt="Human eyelashes" style="border: medium none ; display: block;" height="143" width="202" /></a><span class="zemanta-img-attribution">Image via <a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:N2_Human_eye.jpg">Wikipedia</a></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">Snowflakes land on my eyelashes,<br />And I am dazzled by color splashes.<br /><br />Sparks of light dash upon the flakes,<br />Creating white calm winter lakes.<br /><br />The torrent of light suffuses my eye,<br />Making me wish I had tears to cry.<br /><br />They would only turn to ice this day,<br />But cannot carry my sadness away.<br /><br />I walk in the gentle fall of snow,<br />Knowing not where I want to go.<br /><br />The snow falls to chastize my sadness,<br />And I frown, content in my madness. </div> <div style="margin-top: 10px; 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