journal writes...

[kittypaws]

I would think all of you who write, scribble down some where your thoughts....your research....your views at a particular point in time...the images you may see....well, that is what 'passages' are...

I call my journal scratching ‘passages’ as one day they will lead some where. Perhaps they will make a Hallmark greeting card or help start or finish a story...or just be words to remember.

I will share a few of my thoughts....would enjoy and appreciate feed back.

kittypaws

[kittypaws]

Tiny, fragile dancers tossing, tumbling with the wind as your aerobics guide…
Your sound is of the crisp fall morning. Your colors so rich in the breath of the cool fall air. I hear you dancing, racing before me and those of you who have stalled I kick my boot thru…..ahhhhh the season of fall. It brings me chills and numbs my fingers yet in an odd sense it brings me life…to live within it all.

[kittypaws]

If I closed my eyes forever….YOU would be all that I see…reaching out to our reality.

Hallmark card?

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[kittypaws]

Pablo Neruda (July 12, 1904 – September 23, 1973) was the pen name and, later, legal name of the Chilean poet, diplomat and politician Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto. He chose his pen name after Czech poet Jan Neruda.

Research.....and a great love poem.

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Pablo Neruda, Sonnet LXVI