No problem about the not feeling comfortable sharing “your” work, I respect your desire for privacy, no matter what your reason is Holy cow, though, UFO??! Wow! I wonder what it truly was. I guess we’ll all have to wonder forever *sigh* LOL A week or two ago there was a thunderstorm nearby and I kept seeing these colored lights rising up from the ground when there was lightning. The first time it happened I figured it was a power transformer blowing up or something, but then it happened several more times, and with different colors and longer duration so that I’m fairly convinced that’s not what it was at all. But like you, I’m left not knowing what it really was. Maybe UFO activity?? Who knows… All I know for sure is it was pretty cool to see! About your pretending you’re headed to the Statue everytime you go somewhere, that’s a really good idea, I’m going to try it, too. I never would have thought of that, but I think that might work as far as the mind getting used to “going there” all the time! Kudos on that one
No need to share anything of your own unless you want to, but just for kicks here are 2 of mine:
This first one I like to say is my favorite I’ve ever written:
Dandelion, with your color so bright,
your leafy fronds, and your princely height,
why do they call you a weed?
and this is the one that won that contest I was talking about, that I wrote when I was a little entranced.. maybe they just felt sorry for me for entering so many and had to give one of them a prize, but maybe not (and sorry it’s so long)
He turned his gaze,
and his thoughts all at once…
the warmth of home so inviting.
“What is out there?” she asked.
“Nothing, my love.
Nothing but the cool and empty stars
in the deep evening shade.
The stars that twinkle,
yet know not sound nor silence.”
“You saw not the stars,” she replied.
“You saw a loneliness, or perhaps a bustling.
Perhaps a sky full of movement, full
of dance. The colors so bright, but
so dazzlingly far away. So out of reach.
If you could have but touched them, only
once… I see it in your eyes.”
“Nay, my love. You saw not the shadow
of a dream laid upon my eyes. For I
saw naught but little lights.
Let us now away, to lie warm and safe
in each other’s arms. For the wind blows
cold outside, and each moment now ticks
softly away. Tomorrow will be another day,
and the stars shall not trouble you further.”
She lies next to him, sleeping, and he
thinks of how he loves her. Outside the
clouds have crept upon them, and a
snow begins to fall. There, she breathes,
and her hand laid bare upon the pillow.
To caress that hand, and he needs
nothing more. He kisses her mouth, so
softly, so gently. As a kiss from the snow,
reaching the rooftops. She smiles in her
sleep, and he knows that he loves her.