[picture: Claude Monet Woman in the garden (Sainte-Adresse), 1867]
I am here
I want to savour each word
of the story you create
to make meaning of the world.
I am here
I want your words to come
clear on the air
to my ear,
each one a gift.
I want to listen
So speak your passion
in whispers and shouts
like leaves in fall
wisked away by wind.
I want to capture each one
so your story
becomes part of my story,
so I can raise my voice
sing my song,
tell my tale.
We share together:
Tonight I was at the Shuswap Association of Writers Coffee House, presented annually in conjunction with Word on the Lake Festival of Readers and Writers. I heard some amazing writers and poets read, some were easier to appreciate than others. I like when the poet savours his/her words, and…
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With flowers in windblown hair
dancing so smoothly among columns
in lights of sun waking up sea
do I know you a young woman?
and your smile
[poetry © Krzysztof Alexandrowicz, 2006]
At our old apartment my workspace was lacking. Translation- I had no workspace. I mostly worked sitting indian style on the living room couch with a pillow propped on my lap as my desk and my computer on top. It wasn’t the most ideal situation for a person who works out of their home half the time (by the way I realize I have never told you what I do for a living other than write and blog! So odd! I promise to write a post about it soon). Luckily our new home has a second bedroom and considering we don’t have kids and don’t have sleepover guests often we decided to make it a joint workspace. Dream come true!
I’ve had such fun daydreaming about how I wanted to decorate my workspace- one that is both functional and inspiring to work in. Inspiration photos I pinned:
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Thank you for your inspiring and touching heart poetry…
Hours bless the days with whispers of prose
as I walk in a garden of Winds graced with Rose.
Let me soft speak, even sing in hushed tone,
some few hallowed words from such Godly Roam.
Leave me and find me, all comes Home now.
I am in the dear fold, of the Lord of the Vow.
Words press upon page Light to kiss…
We each live among this Almighty bliss.
©2013; republish 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Ludmilla NG