tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52577169314585926322024-03-13T10:00:20.476-07:00golden tears of joymy thoughts and imagesDanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-17423343172653559352011-04-20T14:44:00.001-07:002011-04-20T14:44:27.559-07:00sweet nothingswhisper in my ear<br />run your fingers through my hair<br />surprise me againDanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-52873888259088998982011-04-08T10:10:00.000-07:002011-04-08T10:11:30.142-07:00winterfresh flamesA piece of gum,<br />your words roll like winterfresh breath<br />from your lips, carving the air into ice sculptures,<br />slowly freezing the torn edges of what I once had thought was truth.<br />A refreshing sensation yet it has chilled me into my place and your words are<br />written on my skin like frostbitten-blue tattoos.<br />Give me cinnamon.<br /><br />You cease utterance and the air falls, thrown aside and<br />cast into shatters of melting glass,<br />quenching my flaming heart.<br />I feel the steam in my chest.<br /><br />I used to feel protected by the lukewarm everyday<br />but this simultaneous heat and frost has altered the things I once knew.<br /><br />Your presence sets shivers through my soul and<br />I'm inflamed by your moving lips, a piercing whispering cry.<br />I've been reborn.<br />Where are you now, inside my body? pulsing through my veins?<br /><br />In your silence, you pull me outside of myself in search of you<br />I need your sweet breath to feel alive<br />Don't ever leave me to my lukewarm existence again<br />but speak to my secret self like you did before.Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-57221058651919096082011-03-19T18:23:00.000-07:002011-03-19T18:26:01.964-07:00Tiny Purple Flower<a onblur="try 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxJvoFqu0ZqNgvY7hwemrOYqr4IiQCrUM8lSybPjyqeKFRUYypsrzJhy-JftEQZATwedCVEVN_dkwfiwIXcmO41ZmZ8OMaOZMhCEr_R0ie-ZoGlWtIV_W9U_193TxXWIVio53QNv17-AD9/s1600/DSCF1628.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxJvoFqu0ZqNgvY7hwemrOYqr4IiQCrUM8lSybPjyqeKFRUYypsrzJhy-JftEQZATwedCVEVN_dkwfiwIXcmO41ZmZ8OMaOZMhCEr_R0ie-ZoGlWtIV_W9U_193TxXWIVio53QNv17-AD9/s400/DSCF1628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585967108086962514" border="0" /></a><br />Not sure what kind it is - but this close up makes it look like an iris - yet it was as big as my pinky finger!Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-46102291793385255092011-03-19T18:21:00.000-07:002011-03-19T18:23:09.948-07:00Spring Is Coming<a onblur="try 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05qPFR7GlKds7VqfdaGMwSF9XfgK6P2dFUXvJxf0q8UWsR-JrRyhvwmaiJTyLF2bqVGYejiFanoMQlF7bNuab8uovQXL1NcdzBxVVYsO2mUyzFArnIGV9ulcbNiMVEt2vQg2Mp35YJwvM/s1600/DSCF1622.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05qPFR7GlKds7VqfdaGMwSF9XfgK6P2dFUXvJxf0q8UWsR-JrRyhvwmaiJTyLF2bqVGYejiFanoMQlF7bNuab8uovQXL1NcdzBxVVYsO2mUyzFArnIGV9ulcbNiMVEt2vQg2Mp35YJwvM/s400/DSCF1622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585966507484981090" border="0" /></a>Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-16571339359766268982011-03-17T10:36:00.000-07:002011-03-17T10:38:33.568-07:00Raise Your Voice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4qBsc9gk4CkgxScVTarF1rzSSUovuHF63RF5EzQr0vz0ftKLbx38J-HSVfYHZ4BOG88pm8EiZCsxOj0fgtjjvjNNi6Xr-GcX_G3jhacgHK1xFawSHugbscNSexaYaTB7-erZ47Mu2IpN1/s1600/DSCF1587.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4qBsc9gk4CkgxScVTarF1rzSSUovuHF63RF5EzQr0vz0ftKLbx38J-HSVfYHZ4BOG88pm8EiZCsxOj0fgtjjvjNNi6Xr-GcX_G3jhacgHK1xFawSHugbscNSexaYaTB7-erZ47Mu2IpN1/s400/DSCF1587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585104521687036562" border="0" /></a>Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-12472096124658397952011-03-17T10:35:00.001-07:002011-03-19T18:27:35.787-07:00who do you think you are?(inspired by Christina Perri's song <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8v_4O44sfjM&feature=fvwrel">Jar of Hearts</a>.)<br /><br /><br />remember that time we built our love out of a deck of cards?<br />spelled out across the carpet and i lay there for you to take my picture<br />and you told me once i was your everything<br />and you bragged to your friends about how i was yours<br />do you remember that?<br />i bet you've forgotten now.<br /><br />i look at that girl frozen in the frame<br />the familiar color in her eyes gazes in complete devotion,<br />but she's a stranger<br />you asked me once where the lights went<br />well, that's what goes with living half alive<br />and once my color was gone so were you<br />and i was cold and empty<br />you took it all<br /><br />but now i'm stronger, a stranger to that girl in the frame<br />and you're back to take my picture?<br />the lights are back now, you say<br />but don't you remember?<br />i bet you've forgotten-<br />you said you would never come back<br />was it a promise? not that you'd keep it-<br />so you've broken this one too<br />the last one to break<br />and you're finished<br /><br />you told me once i was your everything<br />i can finally say<br />i don't want to be your everything anymore<br />because my lights are back<br />and they're not for youDanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-37492328221356023752011-03-17T10:06:00.000-07:002011-03-19T18:27:06.263-07:00the arrival of springThe dark horizon covered in night<br />merges the angry clouds,<br />thrashes of light toss droplets to the earth<br />melting the white crystals away<br />and his shadowy silhouette<br />retreats into the sky<br />with first light.<br /><br />She comes in glory,<br />her golden hair sparkling in the sun,<br />her daffodil skin radiating warmth and light.<br />She skips upon the cold hard ground<br />and colors emerge from beneath her dainty toes<br />as little sproutlets sing along to her rhythmic dance.<br /><br />New life shouts proclamations of joy<br />and eagerly await<br />the new birth of each creation.<br />Her eyes twinkle in delight<br />as her touch magically brings forth<br />blossoms of red purple yellow<br />who capture the sunlight from above<br />and toss it back out to the sky.<br /><br />The world reiterates with<br />the annual welcoming ballad<br />in praise to her rebirth and<br />exalt in the renewal of life.Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-12080224653557581942011-03-03T08:28:00.000-08:002011-03-03T08:29:03.266-08:00the way i knowthe way it makes me feel<br />when your slick black shirt slides<br />so smoothly against the skin<br />on your back, sides, or shoulders<br />at the gentle touch of my fingertips<br /><br />the way you nuzzle in sometimes<br />with that soft whisper of a groan<br />letting me know you just<br />want to be close<br />just <i>close</i><br />for a moment<br /><br />the way you work so so hard<br />so hard<br />all the time<br />but the skin on your hands<br />somehow stays<br />so <i>soft<br />so so soft</i><br />anyway<br /><br />the way you look<br />in your button-ups and ties<br />in your basketball shorts<br />and in your hot-water showers,<br />the streaks of<br />flushed skin<br /><br />the way you hold me<br />not with your arms<br />but like <i>every cell</i> in my body<br />is directed toward you,<br />aimed at you<br />whenever you walk in-<br />my awareness<br />peaked by your presence<br />even if i don't look up<br /><br /><i>the way i miss you<br />when you're<br />gone</i><br /><br />the way you hold my child<br />the way you speak<br />the way you look at him<br />like he's part of you<br />and part of me<br />the way he <i>is</i><br /><br />the way you pick up on my slack<br />whenever i give it to you<br />and you don't say a word<br /><i>not a word</i><br />about it<br /><br />the way your<br />blue eyes look at me<br />when they look at me<br />and i know<br /><i>i know</i>Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-85607029744158776772011-03-03T08:25:00.000-08:002011-03-03T08:27:39.764-08:00a valentine's poem"A Sweetheart's Invitation"<br /><br />To My Paramour<br /><br />What do you say? Shall we dance in the rain?<br />Shall we kick off our shoes<br />and run in the grass<br />just to feel free?<br />Shall we roll in the mud<br />and coat our bodies<br />in it's cool richness<br />just to hide our differences<br />so we can be just,<br />just the same?<br />Shall we have a party<br />in the backyard<br />by candlelight<br />just the two of us,<br />so we can steal a moment<br />when our little angels/devils<br />aren't dividing our attentions<br />and we can just be us.<br />Just us.<br /><br />What do you say, my beau?<br />My beloved, my swain, my dear one?<br />Shall we run away together<br />into the sunset<br />to blind our eyes from those things<br />left behind?<br />And the sunlight can rest in my hair<br />and in your eyes<br />and we can be free?<br />Shall we lose ourselves<br />in the oceans of our souls...<br />behind the words and behind the kisses,<br />behind the hugs, the cuddles, the sex,<br />further behind into the depths of being<br />where we can be just us?<br /><br />What do you say, Honey?<br /><br /><br />Sweet thing?<br /><br />What's that?<br />There's a game on?<br />Alright then.<br /><br /><br />Perhaps next time.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br />Your VenusDanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-81029089420463623652011-03-03T08:08:00.000-08:002011-03-03T08:11:11.448-08:00starting up againI decided this blog has a purpose now that it can fulfill. Although I still post most of my poetry, prose, and photography on my deviantArt account, I would like to use this blog for other thoughts - shorter posts. We'll see how it works out.<br /><br />Recently I submitted a few poems to the school publication where I'm going to college this semester and was rejected so I'm a bit downtrodden, but I'm not withering away or anything.<br /><br />I'm not sure how often I'll post here, but I'm not going to have a blog sit here as nothing anymore. So, welcome to the new <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">golden tears</span></span>!Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-62446505418334712492009-09-12T17:04:00.000-07:002009-09-12T17:09:48.113-07:00RedirectingDang - I'm withdrawing. Not many commenters lately anyway.<br /><br />Sorry guys, but honestly I blog more at my other two blogs- and my photography and writing is all going onto DeviantArt now anyway. If you would like to see more of my new pieces- visit the link on the right to my <a href="http://daniweewee.deviantart.com/">DeviantArt account</a>. There are LOTS more photos on there already.<br /><br />I'll leave this blog running but probably won't be posting anything new here anymore. Se lave.Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-86247621470044876302009-09-09T16:24:00.000-07:002009-09-09T16:28:20.700-07:00May I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghERDdMNJMhFQ1GANmswJPJIvf7bfRuPgr7yp3-FxAF1BW4vkrfbBO4iEcUCL1_B6NkWuTkFqDNr2ef7S8oO_JQ8crMJJWsngdCoE7kLq30gYEMIC71Jl_AqfKOhuLQkak7-yWOVWBKDO/s1600-h/DSCF7022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghERDdMNJMhFQ1GANmswJPJIvf7bfRuPgr7yp3-FxAF1BW4vkrfbBO4iEcUCL1_B6NkWuTkFqDNr2ef7S8oO_JQ8crMJJWsngdCoE7kLq30gYEMIC71Jl_AqfKOhuLQkak7-yWOVWBKDO/s400/DSCF7022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379612893910467730" border="0" /></a>Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-41164899659216691922009-09-08T11:51:00.000-07:002009-09-08T11:53:05.878-07:00Gently Now<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaO-eOf7feF1CbpLEw5oMKK3ysvK4H3_WsYNqND5GRSEDsncX6RNDCx7TOr9PPrptsFzXG1Mhw0UqpwZY-hxA9x2feit_eQRYdRJVo5WKaLM1NqvMazPiCDX38DgGQEzl1POKZob9KtAQR/s1600-h/DSCF7024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaO-eOf7feF1CbpLEw5oMKK3ysvK4H3_WsYNqND5GRSEDsncX6RNDCx7TOr9PPrptsFzXG1Mhw0UqpwZY-hxA9x2feit_eQRYdRJVo5WKaLM1NqvMazPiCDX38DgGQEzl1POKZob9KtAQR/s400/DSCF7024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379171333337042354" border="0" /></a>Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-15112691778841334962009-09-08T11:46:00.000-07:002009-09-08T11:50:39.526-07:00Amongst the Weeds<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBuLbiGCUKlKKXTnhFLjUNqpjE7Sr4ymAppNwSC97KDRRWlweRn8ekyhK9sYGNzrb_PI1VkBlD94-tmwBWNZhF7XgBqHVTwpeeYsoVEp4Efk4XWCvjV1M-x6-1aD1rdX8CGRjLexi2n_SP/s1600-h/DSCF7038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBuLbiGCUKlKKXTnhFLjUNqpjE7Sr4ymAppNwSC97KDRRWlweRn8ekyhK9sYGNzrb_PI1VkBlD94-tmwBWNZhF7XgBqHVTwpeeYsoVEp4Efk4XWCvjV1M-x6-1aD1rdX8CGRjLexi2n_SP/s320/DSCF7038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379170264734161650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCpVGQUKbvfMfDVx3NWchDw0L1FBJDvy0x2-3EvYr2-X2PbTphT10wApI3-K7o9Wxv_vSKOtbWFEAFZ6s8O1PSYf5ZUWcR4eK6tnLSwDL5ayCElCmpdmaM3vl8Zp_Ht5tefT8EOml3puE/s1600-h/DSCF7035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCpVGQUKbvfMfDVx3NWchDw0L1FBJDvy0x2-3EvYr2-X2PbTphT10wApI3-K7o9Wxv_vSKOtbWFEAFZ6s8O1PSYf5ZUWcR4eK6tnLSwDL5ayCElCmpdmaM3vl8Zp_Ht5tefT8EOml3puE/s320/DSCF7035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379170257654270034" border="0" /></a>Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-38190482788565094292009-09-05T13:46:00.000-07:002009-09-05T13:47:37.742-07:00Frying Frozen Eggs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKLVGKkzrReO04995F28IoCvZ-uNNnTHjCDmo9xRU3b17sGlBaeC-uhAMb_z276u0AW1ZACkNMhU5hopgsdYMm3gofPB6VJssVDBes1H76VLETZ9cWlzescj_p89XtMysn190Ts_tmQ-2Y/s1600-h/DSCF6987.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKLVGKkzrReO04995F28IoCvZ-uNNnTHjCDmo9xRU3b17sGlBaeC-uhAMb_z276u0AW1ZACkNMhU5hopgsdYMm3gofPB6VJssVDBes1H76VLETZ9cWlzescj_p89XtMysn190Ts_tmQ-2Y/s400/DSCF6987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378087706905259586" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I know it's random. But I thought it was funny!<br /></div>Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-23806072626111391122009-09-04T12:33:00.000-07:002009-09-04T12:33:00.205-07:00My Red DressI'm feeling bold today<br />so I wore my red dress.<br />Feeling so bold today-<br />not at all the usual mess.<br /><br />I'm feeling bold today<br />so I painted my lips.<br />Feeling so bold today-<br />I could swing my hips.<br /><br />I'm feeling bold today<br />so I wore a red brimmed hat.<br />Feeling so bold today-<br />alone and unguarded I sat.<br /><br />I'm feeling bold today<br />so I stood out for all to see.<br />Feeling so bold today-<br />today I showed everyone me.Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-52613852883934043352009-09-04T08:31:00.000-07:002009-09-04T08:33:33.530-07:00Darkened RoadFirst I walk alone. I do not feel afraid, and wonder why. Something seems to await me with an ominous sort of darkness before me. Yet my feet continue to step.<br /><br />One foot in front of the other, I wet out, eyes focused at the long road before me. Darkness approaches. It comes quickly, quicker than I had expected. A chill runs through my body and I feel the goosebumps prick my skin. Yet I move forward. My feet seem to move on their own. They drag me forward fearlessly, ignoring the pattering of my heart.<br /><br />My eyes continue to stare ahead, focusing on the graveled road stretching before me. The way is straight. It appears to be simple. Yet that daunting feeling of something dark awaiting me does not let go of my heart. My chest squeezes within me painfully. Yet I move on.<br /><br />Then before I was aware, a warm hand took hold of mine. It clutched me with confidence and I looked to my side. He had come to help me. The chill left me instantly as my gaze met with his for an instant. Then together we continued forward. The darkness, still ominous, was not so harsh. My journey appeared to be brighter. The dark sky opened for a moment and I could see past its hold, a glimpse of blue.<br /><br />We stepped forward together with a confidence, a partnership I hadn't expected. Hope returned. There is a light at the end.Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-68154170120522772892009-08-25T11:54:00.000-07:002009-08-25T12:07:10.199-07:00Two Halves<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXUzPSDORiyWytxxzL210rOeadpNbCUwmv0ve6Zz3vBtVdyf-hdEbJ9mdHOJrbSRDswTqjJznI-3pywGMSNdpzD0savzgtPxCca-3LT0Ywi-Gl4JPhTbwPBDKOwvdJEIHAW7ZHBT2rEQhZ/s1600-h/DSCF6576.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXUzPSDORiyWytxxzL210rOeadpNbCUwmv0ve6Zz3vBtVdyf-hdEbJ9mdHOJrbSRDswTqjJznI-3pywGMSNdpzD0savzgtPxCca-3LT0Ywi-Gl4JPhTbwPBDKOwvdJEIHAW7ZHBT2rEQhZ/s400/DSCF6576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373977622144715730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GFU6ULdocBriOqSuCY0x3w1HYwUBQzvwtCf89nYdlGG9UUAKGfPEvSWbQma0-zuYPlKKq3Rv4iu4KGPbk1Mp3VXz0uXPjSTVitsIow4zZPN2jSbfY8_B9J1VxgoRtWrcExYrsDe6_EnF/s1600-h/DSCF6573.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GFU6ULdocBriOqSuCY0x3w1HYwUBQzvwtCf89nYdlGG9UUAKGfPEvSWbQma0-zuYPlKKq3Rv4iu4KGPbk1Mp3VXz0uXPjSTVitsIow4zZPN2jSbfY8_B9J1VxgoRtWrcExYrsDe6_EnF/s400/DSCF6573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373977612605050034" border="0" /></a><br />These are two views of the sky on the same evening. West and East.Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-81796475798546689842009-08-25T11:50:00.000-07:002009-08-25T11:51:56.950-07:00A Child's Prayer"Heav'nly Fadder<br /><br />Tank dee for my fam-y. Tank dee for my fends. Tank dee dat we can stay and Gramma and Gammpa's house. Tank dee dat we can have a pace to stay when we need help. Tank dee for my Mommy...and my sister...<br /><br />Please bless Daddy in Afghan'stan. Keep him safe and so he can come home... and so I can see him again.<br /><br />Bless me to have good dreams.<br /><br />Name of Jesus Ch'ist, Amen."<br /><br />(Actual prayer I overheard spoken by my nephew one night.)Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-58088569213410762582009-08-23T13:54:00.000-07:002009-08-23T13:54:00.285-07:00Solace in True ParadiseI remember standing in the hall where the art hung. I remember being awestruck at the announcement of the winner. Many did not understand. I was among them.<br /><br />The contest had begun weeks before. We were to create a piece of art to bring to life paradise, to create a work of art that perfectly depicted where one could go to find solace or a perfect place of peace.<br /><br />That day I went there to see all the entries. So many sunny and beautiful pieces of art hung on the walls. I had a few favorites, among them was one of rolling green grassy hills, with black-and-white cows speckled across it, grazing peacefully in the sunlight. The colors were so bright and beautiful. I felt it would be such a tranquil place.<br /><br />Another was a beautiful and spectacular sunrise glowing on purple hills. It captured a beautiful moment the stilled my soul as I looked at it for many moments before moving on to the next piece of art.<br /><br />The winner had stuck out to me in a way, yet not the way I thought would make it a winner. I was shocked to hear that it had one. Because when I had looked at it, I had thought it looked completely opposite of what I would have regarded as paradisaical. Its dark sky proved menacing with its rolling grayish clouds and smears of wind. I hadn't spent much time speculating on why the artist had entered the piece. It obviously had been a mistake.<br /><br />But it had won!<br /><br />The announcer went on, "Unlike the other entries, this piece truly holds a wondrous paradise." I couldn't believe my ears.<br /><br />Then I saw it.<br /><br />Back within the trees, hidden from the angry storm, was a cabin. It's warm light emanated from within. It was subtle, but true. What the perfect tranquility one could find in the depths of the angry world around them: a shelter from the storm, a paradise within the realities of the world.<br /><br />I left with a new perspective that day. New ideas were sprouting within me from that painting: the one that depicted a true paradise.<br /><br /><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2009/08/art.html">prompt</a>Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-42918994525093903642009-08-21T13:55:00.000-07:002009-08-21T13:56:15.013-07:00Lotus and YouFlower so pretty<br />When caressed behind your ear<br />Is a humble bud<br /><br /><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2009/08/lotus.html">prompt</a>Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-47761608069420527292009-08-21T13:52:00.000-07:002009-08-28T20:10:16.757-07:00The DancerI hide.<br /><br />Behind the woven colors that caress my body,<br />Behind the beautiful fan I hold before my face,<br />Behind the frills of fabric,<br />the shine of my hair,<br /><br />I hide.<br /><br />They see a princess before them,<br />The beauty of a God.<br />They see a gentle dancer,<br />Celebrating their honor<br />Celebrating their kingdom-<br /><br />But I hide-<br />my hand on my sword.<br /><br />I will avenge you, father.<br /><br /><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2009/08/ancient-warrior.html">prompt</a>Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-82652178282298583142009-08-19T10:24:00.000-07:002009-08-19T10:25:11.258-07:00The CemetaryDiversity-<br />Conformity-<br />Equality-<br /><br />We're born.<br />We live.<br />We die.<br /><br />Each cross set in remembrance<br />One for each life<br />Each one the same<br />Only set apart by writing<br />Marking a different date<br />A different life<br /><br />Diversity? No.<br />In death we find ourselves the same.<br /><br />Conformity? No.<br />In death we are set free.<br /><br />Equality? Yes.<br />In death we are seen as equals.<br />Finally.<br /><br />We all were born<br />We all lived<br />We all died.<br /><br />Living on only in a memory.<br />Keep us.Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-16791563577069049742009-08-18T12:19:00.000-07:002009-08-18T12:20:31.899-07:00Fantasy LandTabatha looked around herself. The classroom was meant to be bright and cheerful, but it took her into an unknown world. More children her age began to fill the room as 8 o'clock drew nearer. She stood next to her desk and watched the others as they gathered together and chattered a little bit. Their voices made a hum of whispers, sounding like wind. The wind took her flying back and she thought of home and her backyard. The journey through the clouds was so exciting! From the sky, she could see so many beautiful things! The wind was rather cold and she shivered a little. When she landed in her backyard, the leaves rustled around in the breeze beneath her feet to clear and opening for her to stand. Her mother would be angry to see her home from school, so she decided to hide in her hidey-hole which she built within a burrowed out opening inside the largest pine tree. The smell of pine seemed sweeter than usual.<br /><br />"Tabatha?" the voice was her new kindergarten teacher. "Would you like to take off your coat and put it in the closet over there?" Tabatha looked up into the woman's face. She had kind eyes and she showed her perfectly white teeth through her pink lips when she gave Tabatha a compassionate smile.<br /><br />Tabatha took off her jacket and walked toward the closet. The light had been turned off inside the closet, and Tabatha walked into the cave. As she stepped inside, she could hear the drippings from the damp ceiling as they hit the floor. She saw two white circles with black dots in the center, looking at her. It frightened her, but she didn't want to seem like a chicken by running away, so she whispered, "What do you want?" The eyes didn't answer, but got closer. She noticed a knothole in the wall of the cave and hung her jacket on it. She held her lunchbox tight in her hand. She didn't want whoever this was to eat her lunch. Slowly, the eyes got lower to the ground, and smaller.<br /><br />"Yeeow." The sound was soft and high. The cat crept into the light for Tabatha to see. "Meeow."<br /><br />"Oh, hello." Tabatha said, happy and relieved that it was only a friendly cat.<br /><br />"Hello." Said the cat. "May I ask what you would be doing in my cave?"<br /><br />"Oh, I didn't realize this was your cave." Tabatha said, as grown-up as she could. "I guess my curiosity got the better of me."<br /><br />"I must say," said the cat, which seemed quite proper, "have you heard the saying: Curiosity killed the cat? I would rather it said: Curiosity killed the little girl." The cat smiled slyly and motioned for her to come into the cave farther. As Tabatha came closer, she could see a little fireplace with two chairs close by. One looked quite comfortable with a large pillow on top. She headed toward it, but the cat leapt on top of it before she got there. She sat on the not-so-comfortable-looking one instead.<br /><br />"You are an interesting girl." Said the cat, "I have been watching you for some time now."<br /><br />Tabatha was aghast. "Really?" she said.<br /><br />"I would like to give you this." The cat said, handing her a rather pretty necklace that glittered in the firelight. Tabatha took it and examined it carefully. It was silver and had circles and swirls on it. There was a small, purple gem on it that seemed to glow magically.<br /><br />"Hold it with care." The cat said importantly. Tabatha decided she should go and politely dismissed herself. She put the necklace in her pocket.<br /><br />"Tabatha, do you wish to join us?" her kindergarten teacher whispered into the closet. "We are about to sing my favorite song."<br /><br />Tabatha set down her lunch box and came out into the light of the room. The children looked at her and whispered to each other with little snickers. The teacher didn't seem to notice and led Tabatha to her seat in the front of the class. When the teacher turned her back to gather papers from her desk, Tabatha felt something cold on the back of her neck. She turned to see a boy with a big mischievous grin on his face. She smiled back and touched the back of her neck. There was something wet and slimy there. She pulled it off her skin and saw that it was a lizard! She couldn't help but gasp. She treasured it in her hand and turned to look at the boy again. "Thanks!" She whispered, happily.<br /><br />The boy stopped smiling and looked shocked. Tabatha couldn't stop smiling. It was the neatest gift she'd ever gotten! She set it on her desk and rested her chin on the desk in front of it. She focused her eyes on it and found that it was looking at her too. Its little tongue flicked and hit her on the chin. She giggled a little and felt the grass around her. She rolled over on her back and looked up into the sky. A cloud that looked like the lizard rolled about and became the little boy and then turned into her kindergarten teacher. It's mouth moved a little like she was talking and then her perfectly white teeth showed again in her compassionate smile. She reached out as if to touch the sky and the cloud resembling her teacher held something out to her. She threw the object and it came floating down to her. When it met Tabatha's hand, she found that it was a paper. She looked up and saw her teacher smiling at her again.<br /><br />"Tabatha, what is this?" her teacher asked, pointing to the lizard.<br /><br />"It's a lizard that I got as a gift just now." Tabatha answered. She turned to look at the boy again. He was crouched over the paper with a crayon and did not look up at her.<br /><br />"Did Tommy give that lizard to you?" the teacher asked, kindly.<br /><br />Tabatha looked back at her. "He did. Is his name Tommy?" she asked. Her teacher nodded. "Then, Tommy's my new friend." She smiled up at her teacher. The teacher looked back at the boy whose name was Tommy.<br /><br />"May I take this lizard and put it in a jar on my desk until it's time for you to go home?" she asked Tabatha, keeping her eye on Tommy.<br /><br />Tabatha nodded happily as the woman took the lizard gently in her hand and walked toward her desk. Tabatha looked back at Tommy. He was now watching his teacher with a look of despair on his face. Tabatha grinned at him. He glanced at her and began to draw on his paper again. She looked down at her own desk and saw that her picture was of a cat. "Hello." She said quietly to the cat as she got the necklace out of her pocket and put it around her neck.<br /><br />"Hello." said the cat.Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257716931458592632.post-32160760855877216482009-08-18T10:19:00.000-07:002009-08-18T10:20:14.488-07:00Simply Pretty DaisyTossing in the wind<br />A little yellow hat with white fringe<br />Gently sways in the breeze' sweet caress<br />Amongst swaying green ribbons<br />It smiles into the cloudsDanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com1