tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66231328648575565162024-02-07T04:07:52.399-08:00BrainCloudMusingsBrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-40687590851984213992012-12-06T17:01:00.000-08:002012-12-06T17:04:34.759-08:00Maestro Fear<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Spinning your web among the shadows</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Stringing present times with a skewed teenage me</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My only accompaniment for too long</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I've allowed your cacophony to cloud my view of the horizon</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Anxious that a pastime of counting the hours of silence would return.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Thought a concert of tears past cried, I rise and suffer no more.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's time to dampen your impact and await permeating melodies</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">No need for an encore</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The coda has passed.</span></div>
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<br />BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-29782492794688371422012-09-26T21:42:00.002-07:002012-09-27T15:11:25.046-07:00Tangerine Sun<span style="color: orange; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Aiming forward through the suspended dew</span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Squinting at dawn's tangerine sun </span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Chasing a state of mind where she can </span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Let go o</span><span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">f </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">familiar comforting fears</span></span><br />
<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Philosophies are tested, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">and her pendulum oscillates too far</span><br />
<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Soon, she will s</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">ettle rhythmically </span></span><br />
<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">On a</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> new unexpected equilibrium</span></span>BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-49142181412993776312012-09-12T09:49:00.004-07:002012-09-12T09:49:44.949-07:00This year's Dave Matthews at the Gorge photo. AMAZING!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Can camp 'n 'board like a star<br />
And light up our days<br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Sit, enter the mind</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Chase away that wind, those sighs<br />Focus, breathe,
let go<br />The mind travels t</b></i></span><i style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>o where</b></i><br />
<i style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>A pyramid </b></i><i style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>with glass walls rises</b></i><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Into a dwelling to protect from the world, yet<br />observe it<br />He came in sight with
pants frayed near the heal,<br />round pinky toes visible, and piercing insight
intact<br />He's here by the expansive shade of a Bodhi tree<br />An embrace of
thought conforts the soul<br />My lips rise in the corners<br />He promises a next
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Have heart and joke 'round</div>BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-80158254741388990652012-03-19T16:40:00.003-07:002012-03-19T16:40:36.359-07:00Day dreams<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">An arid wasteland surrounds, </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Where tears flow, but do not nourish; </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Logic is endangered here </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Reason cannot triumph over Goliath-sized fears, lurking </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A paltry self cowers in hidden spaces </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Surveying the scene through wide aperture </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Blurring the edges where the cacti may prick </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Delusions that being an achromatic drone is safer, preferred, </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">To navigate from heart to mind </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vowing to let the extraneous turn to dust; </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And to continue the odyssey</span>BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-41383290056665693332012-02-27T15:34:00.003-08:002012-02-27T15:35:49.798-08:00Self-talk (written Dec. 14, 2011)<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Driving through crying eyes</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Towards distracting pastimes</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Knowing happiness is temporary</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>When your heart is this heavy</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>You'll face the dark again, </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Sweet self,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>until then, pray you abide</strong></span>BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-75618365207635760412012-01-06T09:29:00.000-08:002012-01-06T09:29:16.254-08:00Fermented<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Homogeneous, the soul is not,<br />Contaminants may surface<br />After being stirred<br />What has not been dealt with<br />Sinks to the bottom of the abyss<br />Waiting to ferment once again.<br />Facing a mass being more insurmountable<br />Than a slurry of rubble<br />Better to spread the hurt,<br />Break it into palatable remnants,<br />Boil them down, let the volatiles escape<br />Leave the gravities in the remains of the mind<br />And own them in every part of your being</strong></span>BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-90540824529001633452011-12-29T13:59:00.000-08:002011-12-29T14:02:09.281-08:00Response to "Gravity"I'm so excited! <br />
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I wrote on a Psychology Today web article comment thread that was discussing grief and humor. Read the article here. <a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/beautiful-grief/201107/twinkle-mirth-in-mourning">http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/beautiful-grief/201107/twinkle-mirth-in-mourning</a> I shared my "Gravity" poem with author Cheryl Eckl, author of "A Beautiful Death: Facing the Future with Peace" and here is a link to my original poem and her comments:<br />
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<a href="http://braincloudmusings.blogspot.com/2011/07/gravity.html">http://braincloudmusings.blogspot.com/2011/07/gravity.html</a><br />
(Background info - I lost my husband in April 2008 suddenly. I am an engineer and new to poetry to help me process grief, but never considered myself any good at writing. I was mentioning to her that maybe I should journal too.)<br />
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<em>Your poem is exquisite.</em><br />
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<em>"Her left hand weighs heavy with absent gold rings..."</em><br />
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<em>So very powerful. I still look at my left hand or feel the absence of the gold ring I finally realized had to go... </em><em>I am convinced that the natural impetus to grieve and the natural urge to create are sister emotions that carry us through to whatever new normal eventually emerges from the process. For me, writing has been and remains my life-line.</em><br />
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<em>You inspire me to become more poetic. I've needed to journal to gain more clarity. The engineers I know are very clear people already. To me, your poetry reflects a beautiful depth.</em><br />
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<em>There are no "shoulds" in grief or creativity. Follow your heart in whatever mode it chooses at the moment. The key, as I have come to understand it, is to continue in the flow of expression because it is in that ongoing movement that we find healing.</em>BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-60355717675394689372011-12-29T13:45:00.001-08:002011-12-29T13:45:17.528-08:00Christmas morningJava dreams wake me<br />
Sparkly lights, mountains of gifts<br />
Spell Christmas morning!BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-86542817498862023902011-12-06T13:36:00.000-08:002011-12-06T14:35:23.493-08:00CorvallisGrey skies misting down<br />
On green mossy branches and<br />
Kin forlorn and blueBrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-61087000877549846532011-11-29T16:38:00.000-08:002011-11-29T16:39:37.445-08:00Twisted<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"><strong>A hawk is perched on a twisted branch of winter’s tree<br />Peering into the eyes of what lies beyond<br />The sky crying atop surface objects, while an inner deeper<br />Thirst goes unacknowledged<br />Quenched for the moment, lying<br />Dormant and brooding<br />As a cello, singing my heart’s song</strong></span>BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-46576091933881417642011-10-24T14:34:00.000-07:002011-10-24T14:35:58.377-07:00Savoir-Faire<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><em>The self-absorbed masses zipping by on bikes, on foot, <br />And in crowded rooms buzzing about nothing<br />My flesh is present; my mind hiding deep in dank catacombs<br />As a phantom puppeteer pulls my strings<br /><br />Maneuvering in social circles as giraffe’s first steps<br />On knobby kneed stick legs willing them to balance<br />Fighting against gravity to stand tall<br />Urging every ounce of gumption to move forward<br /><br />The underground labyrinth my safe haven,<br />Molasses speech dulled by the journey to the surface<br />My once polished persona suffers, though the soul cares not;<br />Only working to protect my pearl immersed within<br /><br />Longing to belong, but will no longer melt myself<br />To fill and fit the mold, as Savoir-Faire girls do<br />Time passes, injunctively cave dwelling for now<br />A moratorium of me</em></span>BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-75172467257409701642011-09-28T09:51:00.000-07:002011-09-28T14:00:25.791-07:00Arborration<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"><strong>Satin, lace, and countless embraces fading as the seasons do</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"><strong>Mystical fog billows and envelopes, shrouding what’s light</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"><strong>Shadows cast, muddying everything in its path</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"><strong>Discernable not are the undulations and palette of her leaves<br />Roots fighting to sprawl wide beneath the earth</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"><strong>A patina encroaches upon the bark of yesterday<br />Yet she stands tall, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"><strong>Biding her place, hoping again to be tickled by the sun </strong></span>BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-15952399827132870452011-09-15T16:09:00.000-07:002011-09-28T09:33:03.632-07:00Orange striped dress<em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;">Across from an ink black river, </span></em><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;">watercolor palisades, </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;">And hazy indigo gradient sunset, </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;">Stands a girl in an orange striped dress </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;">Fuzzy yellow rays reach out toward her from the horizon </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;">Staccato drums, a zippy violin, and his gritty voice entrances </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;">She loses herself singing every word to the melody </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;">The candy dress swaying by the light of the sliver moon </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;">All the while, a lone star watches over her </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;">The sky retires to night, </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;">Turning the crowd into a reflecting pool of the infinite twinkles from above </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;">She finds a common neon thread that fades the loneliness </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;">Of a sea of people upon that basaltic desert hillside</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnNAmRvZ2JkYUKJlpyo8eocentvQd2gU3An_FZuYeCxco7oWGSp6eoDnGjxa-YwbzAZulPVXKQON7iz2Y8gWWMd3yEWSPnSVESvSO1687ngxQpQuV-gXM6_tWh0DwNsLI2PGMfdYOO2GQ/s1600/dmb+gorge+2011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657448105858485618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnNAmRvZ2JkYUKJlpyo8eocentvQd2gU3An_FZuYeCxco7oWGSp6eoDnGjxa-YwbzAZulPVXKQON7iz2Y8gWWMd3yEWSPnSVESvSO1687ngxQpQuV-gXM6_tWh0DwNsLI2PGMfdYOO2GQ/s320/dmb+gorge+2011.JPG" /></a> <br /><div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"></span></em></div><br /><div></div></div>BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-42289374711593440422011-08-29T14:16:00.000-07:002011-08-29T14:23:44.680-07:00SOS<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong>Forms complete, but never to be mailed
<br />New contrived you can replace the old, just sign here;
<br />Rite of passage of time.
<br />Heritage overcame, fear of the future and
<br />Perceived less independence;
<br />Identity crisis denied.
<br />
<br />Paths woven together in a perfect pattern
<br />to be destroyed by an unconcerned beast.
<br />Try to salvage what is left of life’s
<br />Tapestry, with missing thread, a
<br />Scant material to provide warmth at night.
<br />Shiver yourself into countless dreamless slumbers.
<br />
<br />No sense of self-less soul
<br />Browsing memories down the mind’s corridors
<br />Of towering stacks of scintilla,
<br />Only accessible when provoked.
<br />Resolving those of your former and latter characters,
<br />To seek a new singularity. </strong></span>
<br />BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-36043934923155520672011-08-23T03:55:00.000-07:002011-08-23T03:59:54.260-07:00MahaneFriends he did not know,
<br />I believe he'd love; I do.
<br />Daily, his loss grows.BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-10796265862928884442011-08-03T15:51:00.000-07:002011-08-03T15:52:53.513-07:00Wanderlust<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><em>Traversing our planet as a futile nomad<br />Journeying away from familiar muddied surroundings<br />Soaring from the novel majesty<br />Noticing every detail with eye-popping exhaustion<br /><br />Knowing no common words,<br />Communicating solely through humanness<br />Absorbing memories,<br />Pleading them to replace the hurt<br /><br />Questing him, but finding me<br />Trying to accept the loneliness of my final sum<br />Crash-landing every time, days after I am home<br />Longing to go again</em></span>BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-87558334561385826452011-07-26T19:58:00.000-07:002011-08-04T10:15:13.844-07:00Haiku's<span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">These are some haiku's inspired by friends:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>Nicknames -</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Kare bear is not cool</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Hufflepuff too; whall shall </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>I call you? Twink? Pooh?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>Hamptons -</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Plaid, suspenders, hats</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Wow you've got style, that suave hair,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Those twinkle eyes. Chip!</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>Red vs. Blue pill -</strong></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Two Pakistanis</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Pals for talks, golf, eats, and dance</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">But blue pill, really?</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>Who am I? -</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Relate, learn, discern</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Open, yet holding back too</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Who are they, am I?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></span>BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-92107187985207303502011-07-14T09:44:00.000-07:002011-07-14T10:08:48.635-07:00Hollow<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><em>Bereft,<br />Of a love<br />Of lightness<br />Of the horizon<br />Of standing tall<br />Of former avocations<br />Of an inner tranquility<br />Of slight problems<br />Of warmth<br />Of a next generation<br />Of his counsel<br />Of his furrowed brow<br />Of his boisterous laugh<br />Of his embrace<br />Of him</em></span>BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-79173033413632493592011-07-12T14:57:00.000-07:002011-07-12T15:00:03.135-07:00Saturn<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;">As a distant planet seems of substance and magnificent beauty,<br />A potential love first appears<br />Upon the journey closer to its surface,<br />Chaotic storms and swirling cloud formations overtake you<br /><br />Yet, despite its scorching gases and uneasy surface<br />You are drawn toward his fervent massive core<br />Finally discovering there is neither foothold nor air to breathe<br />You retreat with your clement disposition intact</span>BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623132864857556516.post-31611680529904435922011-07-12T14:55:00.000-07:002011-07-12T14:56:31.690-07:00Gravity<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">The tides of thy heart are not predicted by the moon<br />One is caught ill-prepared and is soaked through<br />Memories flood in, blissfully edited with the shimmering sunlight,<br />Others fabricated from a scant of truth, meant to disquiet<br /><br />Her left hand weighs heavy with absent gold rings<br />It was a promise of only his vast eternity, not hers<br />Tears overcome, and a muted palette swells<br />Upon retreat, they’ve washed away the sorrow of the moment</span>BrainCloudMusingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313206348162498348noreply@blogger.com1