bajanblueOPSpeightstown, Saint Peter Barbados3,724 posts
Words drip soft and sensual, tones of velvet brown like coffee, scent of spices on the breath that drifts across my cheek and it could be a shopping list for all I know, the soothing lilt could speak to me of laundry, taxes. or of love a mystery I ponder with half-closed eyes while I imagine romance for a moment, passion breathing at my ear in structured rhythms I don't understand and lonely hearts make magic like a band aid built of hope because it is eternal a language can be learned if need be so I turn to meet the gleam of smiling eyes.
bajanblueOPSpeightstown, Saint Peter Barbados3,724 posts
HJFinAZ: "Willingness" to risk, could = love...........
SO many choose to live in the past and are UN willing to risk...
I have found that the longer I live the less the past matters.
Childhood horrors cannot be repeated as I am no longer a child; I know I can survive - happily and well - on my own if need be; and I take very few things seriously because experience has taught me that nothing is as important as it feels when it is happening.
I still wish I had even a wee bit of your talent with words and the economic use of them. Then, to be able to stir such emotion with them is TRUE TALENT!!
bajanblueOPSpeightstown, Saint Peter Barbados3,724 posts
Jackson: Dorrie,
I still wish I had even a wee bit of your talent with words and the economic use of them. Then, to be able to stir such emotion with them is TRUE TALENT !!
Have a beautiful day!
J
Hi Jackson! Always good to see you. I had an English teacher once who was forever trying to get me to use more words and expand my concepts. I was suspended for three days when I told her (and I was ten at the time) that it was more important to use one right word than a paragraph of wrong ones.
I really was not meaning to be rude when I said that, I was just 'splainin'!
bajanblue: I have found that the longer I live the less the past matters. Childhood horrors cannot be repeated as I am no longer a child; I know I can survive - happily and well - on my own if need be; and I take very few things seriously because experience has taught me that nothing is as important as it feels when it is happening.
bajanblue: Hi Jackson! Always good to see you. I had an English teacher once who was forever trying to get me to use more words and expand my concepts. I was suspended for three days when I told her (and I was ten at the time) that it was more important to use one right word than a paragraph of wrong ones.
I really was not meaning to be rude when I said that, I was just 'splainin'!
Good for you: sticking to your guns with your English teacher!!! (Isn't there a commonly used phrase that goes something like "those who can DO, and those who can't teach?")
You are more forgiving than I, because I'd have looked that b**ch up and said (Or maybe worse!!!)
I was once involved in marketing short stories for a client of mine. His work was largely for the outdoor press, and I found out that editors do not necessarily have a clue, either. One story was returned from an editor who said "chamomile" was not an herb that readers would recognize and so the author needed to change the references to a more readily recognized herb!!!! I got a huge laugh out of that "editorial comment," and was only barely able to refrain from writing back to ask the editor if his magazine audience was limited to special ed. or some such! That same story was indeed published by a more prominant magazine with a much larger circulation.
Holding fast to your 'splanin' certainly benefitted those of us here who are your fans, expecially me & Don (and we're both published authors, and therefore SHOULD have a clue!)
Keep that marvelous keyboard of yours going, lady!
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soft and sensual,
tones of velvet
brown like coffee,
scent of spices
on the breath
that drifts across
my cheek
and it could be
a shopping list
for all I know,
the soothing lilt
could speak to me
of laundry, taxes.
or of love
a mystery I ponder
with half-closed eyes
while I imagine romance
for a moment, passion
breathing at my ear
in structured rhythms
I don't understand
and lonely hearts
make magic
like a band aid
built of hope
because it is eternal
a language
can be learned
if need be
so I turn to meet
the gleam of smiling eyes.