Candles

The days of our future stand in front of us

like a row of little lit candles --

golden, warm, and lively little candles.

The days past remain behind us,

a mournful line of extinguished candles;

the ones nearest are still smoking,

cold candles, melted, and bent.

I do not want to look at them; their form saddens me,

and it saddens me to recall their first light.

I look ahead at my lit candles.

 

I do not want to turn back, lest I see and shudder

at how fast the dark line lengthens,

at how fast the extinguished candles multiply.

Poem by Constatine P. Cavafy

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Forgetful and frazzled

It's easy to get lost and be detoured in the maze of days, hours and minutes. I find my mind slipping and halting at unexpected spots of the road and as a consequence, not only my craft table has gotten lost underneath the pile of papers, glue, and glitter but I have not taken the time to pass on the Award so kindly bestowed upon me by my great friend, Quillfeather (aka Wendy) I do apologize! Quillfeather, (I love that name!) is an aspiring writer who dreams of being on "someone's shelf"  Her Blog is full of wit, fresh ideas, and hope.  Please visit her at http://quillfeather-blog.blogspot.com/

And so, to keep this beautiful Award move along the wondrous Blog World I hereby pass it on to my dear friend, Olive, free spirit, talented, unafraid to try new ventures and walk along new roads. I invite you to visit her at http://olivesparaphernalia.blogspot.com/ and be a part of her creative world.

Olive, this one's for you!

There, I can now go back to my musings, sit on my rickety chair and simply wait for the vines and weeds get stronger as Spring approaches...

Regrets

Dear Wasted Days, I’m sorry for not having taken the many opportunities you gave me to be happy, to enjoy the sun, to call a friend, to plant a flower.

Oh, Wasted Days, I’m sorry for not listening to your song, for closing my eyes to the light and my door to the soft, falling rain. I’m sorry for my haste, for not stopping to enjoy the beauty of the sunset.

Oh, Wasted Days, the parties I missed because I was too concerned thinking I looked fat, or because I didn’t have the right dress!

The trips I didn’t take, the foods I never tried, the books I did not read…

 

Regrets...

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Dream Keeper

Oh, Dream Keeper, look at me!

I stand here before you,

Can’t you see? It’s me!

My dreams have been yanked,

My hopes are all gone,

There’s blood on my back, and my wings are no more.

Oh, Dream Keeper, please look at me!

I stand here before you,

Can’t you see? It’s me!

My dreams have vanished,

My voice is lost,

There’s pain in my heart, and my love is gone.

Oh, Dream Keeper, can it be?

How could you not recognize me?!

I can’t bear it, please set me free!

Copyright 2010
Photo by Bing Images

White Rabbit

One pill makes you larger

And one pill makes you small

And the ones that mother gives you

Don't do anything at all

Go ask Alice

When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits

And you know you're going to fall

Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar

Has given you the call

Call Alice

When she was just small

When men on the chessboard

Get up and tell you where to go

And you've just had some kind of mushroom

And your mind is moving low

Go ask Alice

I think she'll know

When logic and proportion

Have fallen sloppy dead

And the White Knight is talking backwards

And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"

Remember what the dormouse said:

"Feed your head

Feed your head

Feed your head"

 
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Lyrics by Jefferson Airplane