Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Counting Through February (100-114)

Three Gifts Found in Writing:

#100  Real poem by a real poet...for me...(seriously). This is an excerpt from "You're Dreaming." Click the link below to read the entire poem. Written. for. me.

(..........)    Oh, you're dreaming all right, and you're gold as an angel yourself, with your Botticelli curls and your small hands, and I'm watching you sleep and I'm older than you, but I know that dream, to fly until you die of flying.

               This is what it means, I tell you, in the deepest female parts of our dreams--comets, burning, ecstasy, nothing at all.

                    for Lori

--Lola Haskins, Desire Lines: New and Selected Poems


#101  "It is far better to endure patiently a smart which nobody feels but yourself, than to commit a hasty action whose evil consequences will extend to all connected with you; and besides, the Bible bids us return good for evil." (Helen Burns in Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte)


#102  "Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters."

--Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories


Three Gifts Found When Bent Down:





#106  One Gift Stitched:

Mamaw's unfinished something

#107  One Hammered

Twinkly eyes, captured

#108  One Woven:

Scratchy, surprisingly gorgeous burlap


Three Gifts Found Outside:





Three Gifts Red:




Go here to see why I'm counting my God-given gifts.

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