Tag: solitude
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November 10, 2008 07:27 AM EST --
I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. ~Henry David Thoreau, . . .
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July 21, 2006 06:22 AM EDT --
Silence between us when you are away
gets pregnant with diffuse emotions,
silence with you warming my existence
cements the chinks in our togetherness
silence when abandoned metamorphoses
like a timeless . . .
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October 10, 2006 04:34 PM EDT --
For a very long time I put my blood, sweat, and tears into something that I thought was most important to me. I put it before my family and friends. Juggling was a skill that I had acquired . . .
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November 21, 2006 11:21 AM EST --
Do I love them?
Do they love me?
And then
In the twinkling of an eye
They are gone
And the questions are moot
November 21, 2006
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December 12, 2007 06:10 AM EST --
Through stately pine forests
no sounds are heard . . .
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September 01, 2006 03:21 AM EDT --
It is three o'clock in the morning and I feel like the only person in the world. There isn't even anyone on Gather right now that I can tell.
The birds are quiet, but my feline friends . . .
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September 24, 2007 01:33 PM EDT --
Twenty years of love, hope, security, companionship, plans.
One year of fear, noncomprehension, anger, grief, pain.
Eight months of learning to unlove, to sever the "we" and become "I." . . .
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November 06, 2006 12:05 PM EST --
Musings
Walking alone in the pine woods
The air seems blue.
The sun liberating the aroma
Of Christmas past.
November 6, 2006
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November 12, 2006 04:37 PM EST --
The sun is setting in the west
A gentle breeze cools the air
Soon Thanksgiving
Soon Winter
But today it is warm and lovely
And good to be alive
November 11, 2006
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July 31, 2007 01:28 AM EDT --
I sometimes fly below the radar
That is my private lane
I keep my quiet tone mellow
In silence I sustain
The gentle wind blows on my face
It makes me feel so free
The yellow sun casts . . .
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January 02, 2008 09:42 AM EST --
Do you have a favorite place where you like to be alone? Have a spot outside where you cherish down time? Or the room from which you Gather?
If so, we want to see it!
Post any images or . . .
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August 14, 2008 03:57 PM EDT --
My mother surprised me by taking my 2 year old daughter with her for a few hours. My house is clean, the laundry is done, we're having leftovers for dinner so I don't have to worry about . . .
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March 26, 2009 10:18 AM EDT --
Clear thin glass the only barrier
between her and the vast outdoors
sheer curtains lightly drape her
shrouded from walls and floors
she stands bracketed
not in not out
but quiet
naked . . .
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January 23, 2007 11:12 AM EST --
Trudging through the storm
Snow and sleet and darkness clutching at him
He thought he heard the bell for Compline
And through the trees a faint light.
Were they real these sights . . .
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August 28, 2006 02:50 AM EDT --
INTIMATE SOLITUDE
Alone together,
embracing worlds within,
touching but not knowing
who.
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April 20, 2008 08:31 AM EDT --
How is is you say you love me
When every time you don't get your way
I am the one who is wrong
How Is it you say you love me
When you use the words that cut the deepest
How is . . .
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April 11, 2009 09:29 PM EDT --
I posted this more than two years ago, and someone made a random comment on Friday. I always wonder how something this obscure gets found after all that time. The facts remain the same. . . .
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November 17, 2006 11:30 AM EST --
Just the thought of her
Ignites a spark, spreading through
Body Mind and Heart
Making all I do and say
Bright, holy and light filled
November 17, 2006
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November 29, 2006 02:38 PM EST --
Night Dread
The mottled full moon
Alone in the inky sky
Strangely sinister
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December 01, 2006 12:04 PM EST --
High in the Rockies
Blanketed now with snow
Often unmarred even by
The tracks of animals
Is the High Lonesome.
Late in the Spring
When the snow has melted
The meadows come alive . . .
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