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Writing Rampage Thanksgiving 2010
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Writing Rampage Thanksgiving 2010 |
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Tamma
since 2000-01-17
Posts 794In His Arms, Harpers Ferry, WV 
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OK... I think I have found my muse. I spent Thanksgiving week with my fiance, and while I was there, I practically filled my journal. He keeps me writing constantly. While I was there, I wrote two pages of poetry, the rest was for a book I am working on. I'll post that in prose when I get it together. ~*~ Trust ~*~ Trust is the most fragile, thing in the world. Once it has been broken, rarely can it be fixed. Fragile, yet valuable, without it, nothing can be done... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~*~ Dreams ~*~ I close my eyes And drift to sleep My dreams floating by One - with me in his arms Another - with tears streaming One flowing like water Into the next Until they all just... Blur together. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Untitled Green eyes staring into hazel Two hearts joining as one A single tear streams down And lands in the corner Of her smile for him Voice shaking as she makes her vow To love him forever Cameras flash as they kiss A simple kiss, To seal their vows. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~*~ A Different Tamma ~*~ The ink flows as her hand graces the page Words she couldn't find before Are now streaming out effortlessly A smile hidding in her heart As her true passion flows inside Poetry was her life, so many years ago Journals filled from cover to cover With emotions she forgot long ago Pages yellowed with age Buried deep in the closet For more than a decade. She searches through them all Reading each one over and over Reliving the memories each one holds A smile here, a laugh there Never read by anyone but her Her poetry was her secret No one could touch her there It helped her sort through All of her joy and all of her pain So no one had to see All the tears she cried. The years have changed her Journals left behind Serving to keep the memories From a different time, a different life A different TAMMA. "Don't love me dispite my flaws, but because of them" |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
This was wonderful to read, as I so understand that surge of inspiration... where your muse takes you by the wrist and pulls you along on a wild free-for-all~!  It's exhilerating... I'm happy for you, as your fiance seems to be the right one... he encourages your writing!!! That says an awful lot  Keep it up! Best~ Amaryllis A pile of scribbles here: |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
Writing poetry is a very special art form which defines it's author much more than they might suppose in the beginning. Even when it is total fiction, it says something of the writer for the thought exposed, or saved discreetly. I think I've thrown away a book or two, for the tender voices that would come to light if I had not. I like the hope and vision in your Thanksgiving and the decoration of being in love! Heart smiles!  ~K |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Love is always creative, as I say! Profound thoughts very beautifully expressed. Love, Margherita |
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