I love new moves but I hate the work too tired to do anymore today too tired to eat,too tired to sleep so here I am;-) if I fall asleep reading don't be angry with me..hahaha lol
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When you held me last I knew winter would be here soon but I wasn't sure about you
Each leaf I see falling,creates another notch,in which my heart drops
Missing you has become all that I do, and wanting you is growing, not diminishing
Soon the last leaf will fall from our favorite Flaming Maple,and it will be bare as I am without you
Do you feel as I do, or are you not watching the leaves as we used to perhaps that too is in the past
Some say you can't rekindle the past I won't even try, if what I offer no longer seems to satisfy
I'll cherish what we had my dear, and when the leaves are gone I'll wish you were here,and shed a farewell tear, for you both
very moving and dear sentiment ... the passing of autumn is difficult to rekindle except in our hearts and minds ... all one can do is look forward to the potential of the spring ...
It hurts,missing SOMEONE that much.I like to look at those leaves,fallen there,as the mulch for those new buds underneath,waiting to give us new hope and joy,rebirth,future blossoms.
But,we do still remember those departed leaves that were once so beautiful and we do ache for them,still.
Yes Eileen,you touched on something I think most of us can relate to,and,as always,you did it beautifully.The music you added was perfect.
Love to you dear lady,
Hugs too,
from
your pal in Australia,
Kay.
Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on November 2, 2006
Memories can can both stir and soothe the soul,...this eloquent work makes me feel as though I were looking at a photo that captured so much more than a moment in time. Beyond every autumn/winter there is always a spring/summer. Stunning Lady Minx. Much love, Imp:)
I read this as dawn was rising in sheets of gold and crimson over the heath yesterday, Eileen, and the words and music together were totally AWESOME! It went on to spark a myriad of waking thoughts and experiences, all based on ideas that to be alive is to be found in love. BEAUTIFUL. I can't move for oak leaves blowing everywhere inside and outside my new home here, so very, VERY powerful. Bless you in your change of domicile and remember that PACE is everything - but sadly what us hyperactive folks really find so hard. I hope your work on this page at least gives you stillpoint and a lovely sense of peace and space to B-R-E-A-T-H-E. Be well and strong. LOL K xx
Beautiful and wise write, Eileen; very nice! You take your time in the move; don't need to rush things! You are ever in my prayers! God bless you, girl!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on November 1, 2006
No you can't turn the clock back but you can rewind it.
Get some fire in them bones for all the house moving hard work ahead, you poor ole thang..
Sometimes, all we can do is cherish memories, Tiger Lily. Powerfully penned, and I hope your strength returns soon.
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on November 1, 2006
Heartfelt and beautiful separation in partnership, friendship and in natures seasons can bring a sadness.... You painted this one beautiful with emotion..{{ Get plenty of Rest of the Move}}}
what is it about this time of year that brings it all back, the bitter and the sweet, the wishing for what is not now? wonderful poem you've penned in these changing days for the world of nature and for you. take care, Eileen. peace, Dawn
Melancholy oozes from your soul here Eileen. I percieve that you are struggling. Stand Strong ... the days are short I believe, and there is a brand new body waiting for those who believe.
Sugar Creek Chums ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on October 31, 2006
Gloriously beautiful!!! Hey, I have missed you friend~~
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soft and sad.......yet soothing
all the best on the move
pax A
But,we do still remember those departed leaves that were once so beautiful and we do ache for them,still.
Yes Eileen,you touched on something I think most of us can relate to,and,as always,you did it beautifully.The music you added was perfect.
Love to you dear lady,
Hugs too,
from
your pal in Australia,
Kay.
Carmen
Beautifully penned, my friend. Just don't stay away long, or hurt yourself in the process. BRAVA!
(((HUGS))), love and prayer, Karla.
Just think how you will enjoy this weekend when the move is complete (rest before you start unpacking! :o)
Micke
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :D
Get some fire in them bones for all the house moving hard work ahead, you poor ole thang..
^%$#%&*(()*&...oops seems you dropped your head on the keyboard as I was busy saying sUmtin!!
Love Tinka:)
My best friend always told me with sheer conviction and experience..." That you can never turn back the clock "..
I believe him...;-)
Love and Prayers
Peter
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Peace,
Carolyn
..it seems that's ALL any of us can do..sigh..
Vesna.)
our favorite Flaming Maple,and
it will be bare as I am without you
Great metaphor. Nicely written.
Rusty
though your longing is sad
The write is amazing
thanks for sharing
isn't moving lots of fun
though lots of work
Love & Peace
William
So sweet. . . .
A stunning masterpiece. . . .
Complete.
DWB
one that has touched me deeply
thank you
Richard
"Gone with the Leaves"
Simply stunning my Dear!
Got me right to my heart, loved it!
The pic, music, words...ahh set the scene just right.
All the best to you,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
ps...you will find me some...where among those beautiful leaves,
words...music.....floating right along
Myrna
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
Sugar Creek Chums ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Love & Peace,
Dove