tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47349988534437285532024-02-20T21:29:10.781-08:00we are the we...one soul wholly reunited, "you are the he and I am the she, finally together, we are the we."
the story of rebirth. a quietly beating, jaded heart grows into one pounding with love, hope, and joy.Harry & Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17541293732390081025noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734998853443728553.post-71047193542912653282011-07-04T15:46:00.000-07:002011-07-04T15:46:19.279-07:00vincent's pas de deux<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmcmyF-Si99r8l70fNDpGg1ud5vEeuwEXzk4NHPq58cMBsBRhALYTNH4nZ2pQCN227DaMV9XhFheaCiXACMdTAm6MaeTRbkdo515lliLIuyGV0UtHJLHVNRywC0oRyl3QgSpI5BFiS17V/s1600/gogh_wheat-rising-sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmcmyF-Si99r8l70fNDpGg1ud5vEeuwEXzk4NHPq58cMBsBRhALYTNH4nZ2pQCN227DaMV9XhFheaCiXACMdTAm6MaeTRbkdo515lliLIuyGV0UtHJLHVNRywC0oRyl3QgSpI5BFiS17V/s200/gogh_wheat-rising-sun.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>one-two-three<div style="text-align: left;"> one-two three</div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br />
dance with me, waltz with me</div><div style="text-align: left;"> into warm, sun-kissed day</div><div style="text-align: left;"> our footsteps, soft swaying</div><div style="text-align: left;"> give birth, honey-sweet hay</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">promenade, to the skies</div><div style="text-align: left;"> under fair, starry night</div><div style="text-align: left;"> swirling globes, arabesque</div><div style="text-align: left;"> heaven's hope, taking flight</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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rise and fall, to terrace</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> embraced by softest light</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> pas de deux, comes to end</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> quiet dance, has given sight</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Inspired by<a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/"> Magpie Tales</a> 72. </div>Harry & Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17541293732390081025noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734998853443728553.post-76557222444926983262011-07-01T07:52:00.000-07:002011-07-01T14:39:47.113-07:00Surrender<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">independence, not always freedom</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> days and nights</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> alone</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> without other</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> not nearly as sweet as milk and honey</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> rather, lonliness' acrid pill </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> until day, hour, minute of surrender to love's first kiss</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> submission to another</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> seemingly to usurp liberty, personal sovereignty</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> not so</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> with him</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> marriage of souls, freedom takes flight</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> independence born</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> release</span></em><br />
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A different take on freedom and independence on Canada Day & the quickly approaching American Fourth of July. I often think that true freedom begins with we and not I. Surrendering to the will, hopes, dreams, and lives of others more often brings about true liberty than the wants and needs of just one.Harry & Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17541293732390081025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734998853443728553.post-29713741213889993602011-06-29T09:38:00.000-07:002011-06-29T09:38:20.833-07:00Flight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmXJ3FRdEBgmUSz4xiAsF3IgDwE9KEnwuLRZKtly8dIuFhtlcBQMT0tlVP1KQkhyphenhyphenRFTLuJQiPaOK6p3tsJYcKwihMRNWit8ZHczjJSg2d-jvPbv4-RxaArJWn4eGOOpHsIy-Jofa0HABCp/s1600/IMG_6598a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmXJ3FRdEBgmUSz4xiAsF3IgDwE9KEnwuLRZKtly8dIuFhtlcBQMT0tlVP1KQkhyphenhyphenRFTLuJQiPaOK6p3tsJYcKwihMRNWit8ZHczjJSg2d-jvPbv4-RxaArJWn4eGOOpHsIy-Jofa0HABCp/s200/IMG_6598a.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em> reveal the color God has painted your heart</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em> only obstacle to inaugural flight is you</em></span><br />
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I want to push myself as a writer. One cannot always or only write when "inspired". Writing is like a muscle that must be used and trained in order to become stronger. This is why I have chosen to participate in <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">Magpie Tales</a>. This is how it goes.<br />
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<ol><li>Go to Magpie Tales.</li>
<li>Look at the picture.</li>
<li>Write something about it and post on your blog.</li>
<li>Link your piece of work on Magpie Tales.</li>
<li>Read other's works and comment. </li>
<li>Grow as a writer and explore the exciting world of creativiy!</li>
</ol>Harry & Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17541293732390081025noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734998853443728553.post-67750756764974530062011-06-28T07:43:00.000-07:002011-06-28T07:43:30.904-07:00Mother<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUbniWA4tPLifiaO_xyVLs5uSaQ6BOjobFPvB19TcmgE39uaLRc6fjnrE_Zc4zzrCCVgEoklwLgNCeARay-SpI5Ek-f-3Glp4BYK_rLPwJchUV7XJFc9nW-idykBQWMZdYStFNpPpRJA/s1600/starry-night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUbniWA4tPLifiaO_xyVLs5uSaQ6BOjobFPvB19TcmgE39uaLRc6fjnrE_Zc4zzrCCVgEoklwLgNCeARay-SpI5Ek-f-3Glp4BYK_rLPwJchUV7XJFc9nW-idykBQWMZdYStFNpPpRJA/s200/starry-night.jpg" width="200" /></a> flesh of my flesh</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">blood of my blood</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">fruit of my womb</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">time has painted us together</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> canvas grazed with swirls of a lifetime</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> painter's hand creating warmest impression</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">light, movement, softness of color</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">we already the “we”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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tumbling from the heavens onto this earth<br />
one soul, fragmented into two, at hours of birth<br />
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after the fall, each soul-half, lost and confused<br />
searched for the other, 'til battled and bruised<br />
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longing for complement and purest of love<br />
once as it was, in the heavens above<br />
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aimlessly wandering, seeking truth of other soul-twin<br />
without answer, always wondering, "when?"<br />
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empty connections, shattered hope and broken dreams<br />
almost giving up, heart torn at the seams<br />
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until accident, deftly woven by the weaver's fate<br />
dispirited soul-halves, come upon destined mate<br />
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each, tattered, torn and listless, gaze into eyes of the other<br />
an instant knowing, no need to search for another<br />
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one soul wholly reunited, "you are the he and i am the she, <br />
finally together, we are the we"Harry & Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17541293732390081025noreply@blogger.com3