Poker Face and A poem

I'm a rambler tonight...let me mention, before I forget, that a poem finally erupted out of me this morning and is posted on the site: Water and Stone, Ice and Flame

Ahhh...well, I have no one to talk to and I am sooooo chatty. Poor Sonja is hurting and I wore her out the past two nights with my jabber...we had a great Astro-chat though. At least I didn't keep her up until 3 am last night for once. I am supposed to be working but I don't feel like it. I went out to lunch with my two lovely sisters - first time in a very long time it was just us - and had a good talk and that sort of set the current mood. But who am I kidding, I woke up needing to communicate, and out popped the poem. Tonight is 'movie night' with Gare, so that will be nice. He just came over and I made him listen to Poker Face and he said he hates it. LOL He always says he hates stuff and then I catch him singing it later on.

Not sure if I put any vacation photos in the blog yet (and can't check without publishing) so I think I will share a few. The 3rd is Cold Mountain (taken from the Blue Ridge Parkway), which is the mtn we stayed on. The 2nd is Looking Glass Falls in the Pisgah National Forest. The 1st is a very erotic statue/fountain of Persephone I found on a walk in Charleston. I have so many more pics, just haven't made them small enough to share yet. I've promised my friends on myspace to get them around but that hasn't happened!!





Love in the darkness...let's dance

The song of the sea...it calls to me

Today is a creative day...I felt it the moment my eyes opened this morning. A dreamy haze-like day but one in which I must also work and conquer a few things in preparation for a difficult day tomorrow. So I began my day with a poem, which I have already posted on the site, called No Thunderous Dance. Then I read several poems, finally settling on two by Sara Teasdale (is is Sarah with an h or without? I've seen it both ways!). The one on the website is her work "Come" - short but strong. And below is "Ebb Tide"...I may have shared this one before!

Ebb Tide

When the long day goes by
And I do not see your face,
The old wild, restless sorrow
Steals from its hiding place.

My day is barren and broken,
Bereft of light and song,
A sea beach bleak and windy
That moans the whole day long.

To the empty beach at ebb tide,
Bare with its rocks and scars,
Come back like the sea with singing,
And light of a million stars.

Sarah Teasdale


My mind has been playing with an image of Persephone I saw in Charleston a few days ago - a bronze statue - that I really liked a lot. I am not yet sure what will come from this image but it is symbolic and touching something within that should arise in some form, be it a memory or a poem or some other creative work. Despite the seeming importance, I only took one photo! Luckily it turned out all right :D

I'm in a place where all things seem tinted with a touch of gold and pink, at least within myself, for the moment. I am not sure if I am happy or sad or in a state of inner peace, no matter how temporary. But I go to the chiro soon and then must come back down to Earth and get busy with what must be done, no matter how boring or mundane.