Reappearance

Graphic presentation by J. P.

The above has appeared in my diary before, early on, when my friend Jen created it. For a while it even greeted people on my front page. Jen started looking around for it recently, and digging into the nether reaches of my diary wasn’t something she had the time or inclination to do, so yesterday at work … ahem … we took a few minutes to go to my other photo storage place and find it. She has become so wonderful at creating things like this over the past few years. She just did the invitations for a coworker’s wedding; they were absolutely gorgeous. There are a chorus of those of us who love her who really think she ought to go into business.

Anywho … it’s Saturday, and I have succeeded so far in reading one of two chapters and mostly being my vegetative weekend self. Soon I’m off to read Chapter 2. Oh yeah! Important announcement from -eleanor-:

I am interested in doing a photo documentary on scars. It is in the preliminary stages and I am looking for people who would be willing to have their scars photographed and would also be willing to tell of the impact upon their life.

I am asking any readers of this entry to please post this request in their diary and have people come to the diary -eleanor- and leave a note if they are interested.

I would greatly appreciate getting this info out to all OD users, both OD and OD Plus, so as to get many willing people.

Thank you.

Whittery wandering.

She tells me something’s somewhere else
there is but not what she implies
but I suppose a place where love and inspiration rest
yes
there is something in it

And still she reaches a place in me
no one else has touched
my best attempts at laissez faire
subside like bits of shell the sea deposits
along the shore

Forever is a long time and yet
it is nothing but the life cycle of our connection
there will be other aspects to our lives but I fear
none will ever play my heart’s song
so true

Rest in these spells between and before our time
for those days and nights will overflow
our completion known and shared
dancing in the private beams cast
by a prismatic multifaceted orb

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If my dream lives in a lark’s song
I’ll count it good fortune
and kiss away some bittersweet echoes
in a gentle heart
proud and strong and alive

I do not fit in groups
it seems one needs oneself to be
a puzzle piece or an ingredient
in some design or recipe
I’ve never understood

But ice cream in winter
when the company is fine
companions who live across the country
over oceans
that makes sense enough to me

If a lark sings my song
in all its unbearable beauty
carries it across the sky to welcome spring
why then from lark to lark it will live
avian immortality

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It is there
of course it is
now as before wisps formed and exploded
from now on past the last star’s
final flickering gasp

When life put us as we are
placed thus
still the way was found
tell me if you see my soul’s decree
am I to be dangerous to gentle hearts
because one thing makes my fabric whole

Sacred whispers or scouring statements
even leaving me to simmer in the juices
of some point made
sharp as the blade of an epée
you alone allowed and able
to cut me to the quick
honing my spirit