According to blogthings.com my personality is 3 parts whimsy, 2 parts nonconformity and 1 part devilry. Add a splash of friendship and serve it over ice. I find that VERY funny. Anyway once again I am tired and I'll leave you with a poem that has touched me... ::sniff:: (I must appologize for not leaving you with a real post but I figured that this was better than no post at all so...)
Ahem:
Tangier
There's no salvation in elsewhere;
forget the horizon, the seductive sky.
If nothing's here, nothing's there.
I know. Once I escaped to Tangier,
took the same face, the same lie.
There's no salvation in elsewhere
when elsewhere has empty rooms, mirrors.
Everywhere: the captial I.
If nothing's here, nothing's there
unless, of course, your motive's secure;
not therapy, but joy
salvation an idea left behind, elsewhere,
like overweight baggage or yesteryear.
The fundamental things apply.
If nothing's here, nothing's there--
I brought with me my own imperfect air.
The streets were noise. The heart dry.
There was no salvation in elsewhere.
I came with nothing, found nothing there.
--- Steven Dunn
Dr. Seuss put it this way: No matter where you go there you are.
Bye now.
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Nicole
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Nicole
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I don't think I can write a very long post right now....
Instead I'll leave you with a haiku and maybe three from me it depends on how I feel...
the piercing cold--
in our bedroom stepping
on my dead wife's comb
Buson Yosa
And from yours truely:
Blooming azeleas
Shudder in flurries of snow
Waiting for sunlight
Fleeing winter chill
Hollow red butterflies sail
Down the gravel path
Purple flowers dry
Pressed between slender leaves
Of black and white
I know it was short. No whining. I'll be back soon... I hope.
