Wow, very poignant. I definitely know how she feels in the middle of this story, but I'm not so sure that's where the ribbon leads for me, or maybe it led there in the past, joined with another, and now it's continuing elsewhere. To each his own, though, yes?
I like that thought, that you found someone (and it sounds as if you have!). You should come and join our little community. I know you don't have any extra time, but it's a really low-pressure place, and I would love to see what you come up with if you are ever in the mood to pick up your poetry again. You are so talented!
if you are ever in the mood to pick up your poetry again funny you should mention that. here's the autumn one I wrote for < lj user="hpfangirl71">:
Winds swirling leaves around and among them, Autumn colours fill the landscape like a patchwork quilt, Cool breezes ruffling hair over stolen warm kisses, Boots crunch a lovely beat in counterpoint to the heart, Light teasing and a punch knock one over a pumpkin, Laughter to accompany the slide of skin on skin,
What was once anger and resentment has now morphed into the deepest of emotions -- love.
Aw. Thank you! I don't write hopeful much, so I thought I would switch it up (but wait for the very last line so I could still write mostly angst. Yay for the little cheats!)
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Winds swirling leaves around and among them,
Autumn colours fill the landscape like a patchwork quilt,
Cool breezes ruffling hair over stolen warm kisses,
Boots crunch a lovely beat in counterpoint to the heart,
Light teasing and a punch knock one over a pumpkin,
Laughter to accompany the slide of skin on skin,
What was once anger and resentment has
now morphed into the deepest of emotions -- love.
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"It was nothing to be afraid of all along, but waiting for her to understand."
Isn't this the case so often in life? Nicely done.
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