tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86485234655994786812024-03-05T00:12:05.597-08:00Reflections of....Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.comBlogger189125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-43405309508866947902011-10-14T07:16:00.000-07:002011-10-14T08:34:53.730-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>This morning's drive to work shone brightly as I saw reddened wispy clouds moving from a full moon in the west over to the morning sun rising in the east. It inspired the following words....</i><br />
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<i>scarlet mornings sweep</i></div>
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<i>colorful cadence across</i></div>
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<i>dust-ridden dance floors</i></div>
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<i>while</i></div>
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<i>dancing wallflowers</i></div>
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<i>gaze upon distant faces</i></div>
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<i>freshly painted light</i></div>
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Petrina Lesko</div>
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October 2011</div>
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hazy morning skies</div>
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lend to early hidden light</div>
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bursting sunshine bright</div>
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days crawling upon</div>
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land emerging colors sight</div>
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autumn days to night</div>
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Petrina Lesko</div>
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October 2011</div>
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Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-11103487073961699122011-10-04T22:09:00.000-07:002011-10-04T22:09:27.643-07:00I Held Your Strength...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
With grace you tenderly caught my tears,<br />
let them trickle across your palm.<br />
With pride you held the strength<br />
of the world in the other hand.<br />
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And with each moment, through the years,<br />
we nurtured each other like psalm.<br />
Held tight insuring we could go the length,<br />
forever, to be one we stand.<br />
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Yet quietly, slipping silently through mirrors,<br />
the days soothed like aching balm.<br />
Slipping past, beyond, out of arm's length,<br />
like a shell buried deep within the sand.<br />
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Til one day at last, had to face all fears,<br />
letting my soul come to rest, be calm.<br />
For lost from all my being it's strength,<br />
when left to live my days upon this arid land.<br />
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Through grace I tenderly caught your tears,<br />
let them trickle across my palm.<br />
With pride I held your strength<br />
for the world in my other hand.<br />
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Petrina Lesko<br />
October 2011<br />
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<i>linked to</i> <i><a href="http://dversepoets.com/">dverse</a> OLN</i><br />
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Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-85914162685404724482011-10-03T14:47:00.000-07:002011-10-03T14:47:36.342-07:00As We Lay Resting<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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stillness overtakes</div>
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tendered burning moments light</div>
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shadows of grey clouds</div>
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colorful dances</div>
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air-born as leaves change these days</div>
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fluttering downward</div>
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blankets of firelight</div>
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line paths once clear and leading</div>
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to thought-filled doorways</div>
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lending forth dark nights</div>
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scattered stars sparkle upon</div>
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simple silhouettes</div>
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bringing new beauty</div>
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day becomes nights shadow-light</div>
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worlds become quiet</div>
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reflective shadows</div>
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dance upon icy waters</div>
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as we lay resting</div>
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Petrina Lesko</div>
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October 2011</div>
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linked to <a href="http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/">MMWP - Darkness</a></div>
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Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-5654992483441430772011-09-26T21:25:00.000-07:002011-09-27T16:15:19.327-07:00Yesterday's Shadow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="center">whispered morning breaths</div><div align="center">golden fire lies down her path</div><div align="center">Willow stands weeping</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">yesterday's shadow welcomes</div><div align="center">Autumn's naked silhouette </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Petrina Lesko</div><div align="center">September 2011<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">linking to <a href="http://dversepoets.com/">dVerse</a> <i>OpenLinkNight</i> </div></div></div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-20538860916788228072011-09-25T14:27:00.000-07:002011-09-25T14:30:57.522-07:00The Raven's Truth Be Told<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<div align="center">She whispers secrets</div><div align="center"> into the night</div><div align="center">the heavens mourn</div><div align="center">the raven's truth be told</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Petrina Lesko</div><div align="center">September 2011</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="left"><em>linked to <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">Magpie Tales</a></em></div></div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-5111511272850850642011-09-24T22:26:00.000-07:002011-09-24T22:27:43.363-07:00Just To Be for dVerse Poetics<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><em></em>Today over at <a href="http://dversepoets.com/">dVerse</a> it is once again time for <em>Poetics.</em> This week Joy has shared with us a bit of Edgar Allen Poe and Charles Bukowski to emphasize the impact that repetition can have in poetry. Immediately I thought of a poem I wrote years ago that would be just right for this topic. Please keep in mind, this poem was written far back in the day, before I got into poetry form, etc. Hope you like it.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just to Be</span><br />
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I look around me now,<br />
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As I sit and wonder how,<br />
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Each day I look to find the new,<br />
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But all I can want, is free and true...<br />
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I look around to feel,<br />
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As I sit the free is real,<br />
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Each day I look to find the way,<br />
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But all I can want, is through the day...<br />
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I look around me now,<br />
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As I sit and wonder how,<br />
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Each day I look to find the why,<br />
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But all I can want, is to see sky...<br />
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I look around to feel,<br />
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As I sit the free is real,<br />
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Each day I look to find the sun,<br />
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But all I can want, is to have won...<br />
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I look around me now,<br />
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As I sit and wonder how,<br />
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Each day I look to find the me,<br />
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But all I can want, is just to be...<br />
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I look around to feel,<br />
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As I sit the free is real,<br />
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Each day I look to find the me,<br />
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But all I can want, is just to be!<br />
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Petrina Lesko<br />
May 1986</div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-62660531676598644092011-09-22T10:37:00.000-07:002011-09-22T10:37:10.896-07:00Is This Not Wisdom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">They say that wisdom comes<br />
with age, that it is knowledge<br />
gained over time, through<br />
life's experiences,<br />
yet... <br />
<br />
when you catch the wonder<br />
in the eyes of a small child<br />
as he examines the<br />
delicate lines and<br />
soft colors of<br />
a butterfly<br />
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or when his stride hesitates<br />
to sip in the beauty of the<br />
solitary rose in Mom's<br />
flowerbed<br />
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or she unearths the vines,<br />
roots and all, of Dad's<br />
prize pumpkin, just<br />
to see what makes<br />
it grow so much<br />
bigger than all<br />
the others<br />
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she runs excitedly in declaring,<br />
"Mom, the skies on fire!"<br />
you step out to behold<br />
the most vibrant sunset<br />
you have ever<br />
seen<br />
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I ask you then...<br />
is this not a wisdom<br />
that so many of us<br />
can learn from?<br />
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Petrina Lesko<br />
September 2011</div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-64067256629760067222011-09-22T07:16:00.000-07:002011-09-22T07:19:28.253-07:00Shadows Transform<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="center">touch simply one heart</div><div align="center">reaching beyond just the words</div><div align="center">make differences</div><div align="center">in each day that our words pen</div><div align="center">carrying messages forth</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">this reason to write</div><div align="center">sharing thoughts with the vast world</div><div align="center">left like shadows of our self</div><div align="center">for discoveries by you</div><div align="center">leaving impressions, questions</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"> possibilities</div><div align="center">new, changed, altered mark this day</div><div align="center">futures to discern</div><div align="center">meanings of shadows transform</div><div align="center">in each interpretation</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">as does the sun's light</div><div align="center">rising over the mountain</div><div align="center">casting forth brightness</div><div align="center">night becomes day in beauty</div><div align="center">gifts left to grace all the days</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Petrina Lesko</div><div align="center">September 22, 2011</div></div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-69648015325154608902011-09-21T02:00:00.000-07:002011-09-21T05:30:39.663-07:00In Honor of Alzheimer's Day...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="center"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">disjointed pictures</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">fragmented bits of this life</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">scattered through my day</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: purple;">Petrina Lesko</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: purple;">September 2011</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple;">This post is PURPLE in honor of those that I have known, and those still suffering from Alzheimer's disease. Please find something purple to wear to remember and honor those you have also known. Thanks!</span></div></div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-61926282523630500322011-09-20T20:43:00.000-07:002011-09-22T13:06:15.762-07:00The Fluted Charmer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">With flute you played your charm<br />
enticing each soul forth,<br />
from the darkest of depth,<br />
beneath the trees like roots,<br />
winding to, fro, coming out<br />
into light of day to hear.<br />
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Witnessing life's toll to hear<br />
these words, lived without charm.<br />
Secrets kept, none spoke out...<br />
dig within pockets forth,<br />
seek to plant seeded roots<br />
of aid. Reaching new depth<br />
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for those burdened, in-depth<br />
help, from hearts... cries to hear<br />
their pleas. Long buried roots<br />
hidden to the world's charm,<br />
beckoning to us, forth-<br />
coming need to be out<br />
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these lives untold. Call out<br />
to believe 'tales tell depth'<br />
and lonely hearts bear forth<br />
wisdom, sadness we hear.<br />
This music plays of charm<br />
and helping hands' treed roots,<br />
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of giving planted roots<br />
to society. Out-<br />
numbered, yet your heart's charm<br />
raises from pocket's depth<br />
to change the song, to hear<br />
and carry their hurts forth.<br />
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Into the light shine forth,<br />
no longer lost like roots<br />
searching beneath, now hear<br />
this hand be given. Out <br />
of torment and dark depth,<br />
bestow your tale, do charm!<br />
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Theirs brought forth, this your charm,<br />
to share roots, both this depth,<br />
lift and hear... help them out!<br />
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Petrina Lesko<br />
September 2011<br />
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<i>inspired by this week's <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">Magpie Tales</a>.</i><br />
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<i>This was also my first attempt at a new to me form - the Sestina. It's end words repeat throughout each stanza in the following pattern:</i><br />
1. ABCDEF<br />
2. FAEBDC<br />
3. CFDABE<br />
4. ECBFAD<br />
5. DEACFB<br />
6. BDFECA<br />
7. ECA or ACE (envoi)<br />
sometimes including BDF within these 3 lines as well.<br />
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now also linked to <a href="http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/22/formforall-sestina-and-its-variations/">dVerse Poets Pub... FormForAll</a> </div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-7959659876136240412011-09-20T08:56:00.000-07:002011-09-20T08:56:06.281-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">new days dawn lightens</div><div style="text-align: center;">upon a world bringing joy</div><div style="text-align: center;">to new beginnings</div></div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-63065985892970344502011-09-16T07:18:00.000-07:002011-09-16T07:18:33.352-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">grey skies lapping down</div><div style="text-align: center;">to taste the tender moments</div><div style="text-align: center;">misty morning wakes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-84034543089868594782011-09-15T20:32:00.000-07:002011-09-15T20:32:03.125-07:00Meeting the Bar: Crit...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I wrote this a couple months back (July), have worked on a little technical stuff, but wondering what else could/should be tweeked a bit. Thanks for any/all input you might have.<br />
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Life Played Silently<br />
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From within our shores of sunshine plays,<br />
upon the land and upon the sea,<br />
basking in the days of carefree ways,<br />
games played silently, we all could be.<br />
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Simple words spoken within the hands,<br />
havens cherished, explored, be thus shared,<br />
Martha's vintage language of the sands,<br />
a language evolved beyond presence cared.<br />
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Evolving days of lessons to learn,<br />
schooled in hearts beyond from shores to main,<br />
French signs transformed yet may we discern,<br />
blending worlds within the hand explain.<br />
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To bring to this American shore,<br />
become these words spoken - ASL,<br />
from island families long before,<br />
words shared with hands and spoken by all.<br />
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As all could be, no barriers would see,<br />
for in those days, hearing spoke with hands,<br />
to share and be a community,<br />
to work, to play, joined upon these sands.<br />
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From within our shores of sunshine plays,<br />
upon the land and upon the sea,<br />
basking in the days of carefree ways,<br />
Chilmark people... life played silently.<br />
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Petrina Lesko<br />
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linked over at <a href="http://dversepoets.com/">dVerse Poets Pub</a> for the <em>Meeting the Bar: Crit and Craft</em><br />
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</div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-37263632690333937852011-09-13T07:27:00.000-07:002011-09-13T17:06:56.168-07:00Lost Little Soul - Updated - FOUND<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Good morning everyone! I'm hoping everyone is having a wonderful week so far. I'm looking forward to a busy week of preparations for the annual fundraiser where I work with developmentally disabled adults. It is our mission to aid them in being as independent as they can possibly be, yet still provide guidance and services to enhance a wonderful life amongst their friends. <br />
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This morning I woke to a sad report of an eight year old missing autistic boy. Yesterday morning he ran off from his schoolyard fleeing into the San Bernadino Mountain woods. It is with a burdened heart that I share this news, hoping that someone, anyone, is able to locate and assist this young soul back to his home and family.<br />
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<div align="center">to seek safely those</div><div align="center">who love the world with eager</div><div align="center">eyes and open hearts</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">to see things with eyes</div><div align="center">differently yet the same</div><div align="center">to simply seek love</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">to feel the scary</div><div align="center">things in life, yet know in hearts</div><div align="center">unburdened of fear</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">to feel the longing</div><div align="center">of hope for this lost soul now</div><div align="center">please bring him today</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">into the arms of</div><div align="center">loved ones burdened missing him</div><div align="center">back to his safe world</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="left">The weather where he is lost is beginning to rain, with thunderstorms present. Due to his autism, typically, he would be afraid of strangers and loud noises. May we all hold him in our hearts and prayers... may God hold him in the cradle of his love... may those who are searching be gentle in their hearts and bring him home safely.<br />
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UPDATED:<br />
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Local News just broke that little Joshua has been found and is eating and drinking. The area he was found in was very rugged terrain. They are helicoptering in a medical team to evaluate his condition, but he is ALIVE!<br />
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THANK YOU ALL FOR KEEPING HIM IN YOUR PRAYERS.</div></div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-73917986647322763132011-09-12T13:02:00.000-07:002011-09-12T13:02:31.580-07:00Revenant Painter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7GuWrDWYQl2pjeK0sfY2-fYGre7Faq9BT6Zy-_FS0jVZbjOddFOBYIKBHOmPHtwL7OLe7b27TXqqxPDAodggCYlZ93SuXvBFK7UVr3Nb0ivM6EphcbFxutr7x-NPZD_QXaZhHif1WZxdd/s1600/Wyeth%252C+Andrew%252C+The+Revenant+1949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7GuWrDWYQl2pjeK0sfY2-fYGre7Faq9BT6Zy-_FS0jVZbjOddFOBYIKBHOmPHtwL7OLe7b27TXqqxPDAodggCYlZ93SuXvBFK7UVr3Nb0ivM6EphcbFxutr7x-NPZD_QXaZhHif1WZxdd/s640/Wyeth%252C+Andrew%252C+The+Revenant+1949.jpg" width="442px" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><em>The Revenant</em>, 1949, Andrew Wyeth<br />
shared as <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">Mag 82</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Tap, tap, tap sounds beyond the open door,<br />
yet he has relinquished his wait no more,<br />
easing beyond the paled world we here see,<br />
glides effortlessly... this reality.<br />
<br />
For he is a shadow of yesterday,<br />
touching upon lives now of those that may,<br />
inhabit his world of delicate hues,<br />
searching places where he once found his muse.<br />
<br />
Inspirational souls that came to him,<br />
close at heart and close to this his world's rim,<br />
tendered moments found silently kept close,<br />
speaking beyond the rhetoric verbose.<br />
<br />
Never to seek the final event known,<br />
focused as taught by NC to ill shown,<br />
painted in 'abstraction' for depth and tone,<br />
for seekers are lost when focus for throne.<br />
<br />
Such was his way, to find strengths in beauty,<br />
looking for depth, meaning in objects he,<br />
beyond the obvious, what you would find,<br />
giving deeper essence, this was his kind.<br />
<br />
For always the soul lingers beyond grave,<br />
to carry forth as the wind or the wave,<br />
past the boundaries of this world's known rules,<br />
to grace those left with gifts of these jewels.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">© Petrina Lesko, September 2011</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I have always been very fascinated with the depth in the works of Andrew Wyeth, one of the best known artists of the US in the mid 20th century. Though his work is considered predominantly to be 'realist' he considered himself to paint in more of an 'abstractionist' manner looking beyond the basic obvious meanings of simple objects and the world around him. He truly believed his works went beyond the landscape or portraits, that they expressed a deeper nuance of feeling and depth.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">This week over at <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">Magpie Tales</a>, Tess Kincaid has offered this fine example of his work, <em>The Revenant</em>, as the prompt to inspire us writers and poets. Thank you Tess, for a fabulous prompt... truly inspirational.</div></div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-2711176172551715602011-09-11T16:09:00.000-07:002011-09-11T16:14:58.026-07:00With Simple Grace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">To touch each one with simple grace,<br />
bow our heads with fear on our face,<br />
of times in need, planted each seed,<br />
fought for rights together would plead.<br />
<br />
To see the world for what its worth,<br />
looking beyond the dried up earth,<br />
to nurture now, these plants some how,<br />
tend heartened souls for all allow.<br />
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To walk today in remembrance,<br />
for the ones lost and those still hence,<br />
within your grasp, this place was clasp,<br />
touched forever, free of their rasp.<br />
<br />
Freedoms given beyond the day,<br />
nurtured ways, come to you what may,<br />
for tendered nights, and soulful sights,<br />
given freely, encourage rights.<br />
<br />
This always the voice of your ways,<br />
to touch the world in such a blaze,<br />
then the hours, we lost towers,<br />
to grace upon our pure flowers.<br />
<br />
To leave you lost, in his dismay,<br />
crumbling beyond the words at play,<br />
still in the fight, angel wings this night,<br />
then lifting on morning breaths.. flight.<br />
<br />
To take this soul with simple grace,<br />
tears shed from eyes, love on our face,<br />
of times in need, planted each seed,<br />
embrace her gently now we plead.<br />
<br />
Petrina Lesko<br />
September 2011<br />
<br />
Linked to <a href="http://dversepoets.com/">dVerse Poets Pub</a> for this week's <em>Poetics...</em> <u>In Memoriam</u><br />
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</div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-22201214274724297312011-09-08T07:41:00.000-07:002011-09-10T22:15:25.864-07:00Red Dawn Days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="center">sunlit skies cascade</div><div align="center">beyond worlds rising moments</div><div align="center">puppies playful call</div><div align="center">tell us red dawn days have come</div><div align="center">bursting forth to share pure joy</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">© Petrina Lesko</div></div><div align="center">September 2011</div></div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-16245580947045247372011-09-06T20:49:00.000-07:002011-09-06T20:49:18.177-07:00Just Moments Ago<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Just moments ago with a gentle hand,<br />
Tears fell here for were we to understand,<br />
With softened ears you listened to our pleas,<br />
Tenderly sifting hopes from simple dreams.<br />
<br />
Guiding souls onward throughout all the days,<br />
Empowering children, showing them ways,<br />
To build their seeds into towering lives,<br />
Able to reach goals if only one strives.<br />
<br />
Never need raise the staff or the voice,<br />
Integrity, morals for all the choice,<br />
Twas dignity and grace forever shown,<br />
Lending little ones space to be grown.<br />
<br />
Just moments ago with a gentle hand,<br />
Tears fell here, for were we to understand.<br />
<br />
Petrina Lesko <br />
September 2011 <br />
<br />
linked to <em>OpenLinkNight</em> over at <a href="http://dversepoets.com/">dVerse Poets Pub</a></div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-14890523627888900552011-09-04T18:05:00.000-07:002011-09-04T18:05:12.069-07:00Stuck...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibF8timvPwgaw5tyvBy10k7SYPHvMsU-gQ0aK1YMM-KgDRskLCWSY39pTpekdxDEKutu9GY7hN17sbcxNecTJcCuceHH1P0XbbwidEqPOac1b6TpUQW6JWy_qZ1DYQR33XG4wvKr0nbOPC/s1600/042a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibF8timvPwgaw5tyvBy10k7SYPHvMsU-gQ0aK1YMM-KgDRskLCWSY39pTpekdxDEKutu9GY7hN17sbcxNecTJcCuceHH1P0XbbwidEqPOac1b6TpUQW6JWy_qZ1DYQR33XG4wvKr0nbOPC/s400/042a.jpg" width="400px" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" closure_uid_mkgkst="194" style="text-align: center;">abandoned farm, Dublin, Ohio<br />
photo by Tess Kincaid for<br />
<a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">Magpie Tales</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">Stuck...</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">in the quagmire of </div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">economic insecurities.</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">Stuck...</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">in muddy roads of</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">life's hazy days, worlds</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">washed loosely from</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">earthen crusts.</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">Stuck...</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">in the endlessness of</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">rain, pouring down</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">upon this place.</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">Stuck...</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">beyond hope of today,</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">tomorrow's freshness gleams.</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">Freed...</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">from everyday boundaries,</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">now flowing beyond deed lines.</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">Freed...</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">to begin anew, cleansed</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">by nature's tender mercies.</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">Freed...</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">from yesterday's limits,</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">inspiring new found strength</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">in oneself... worlds changed.</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">Petrina Lesko</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">September 2011</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mkgkst="154">Inspired by this weeks photo prompt #81 found over at <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">Magpie Tales</a>. Come share in the fun, write a short poem or vignette... or just read some wonderful writes by others.</div></div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-63730860161532164322011-08-31T06:10:00.000-07:002011-08-31T06:17:41.457-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="center" closure_uid_nhjlz9="166"><img class="sg_t" height="250px" src="http://ts3.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1081298393402&id=c8dddab7c39f61aa69c74a87182cc8f5&url=http%3a%2f%2fcoloringpagesplus.com%2fanimals%2fanimals-owl3.gif" style="height: 250px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 187px;" width="187px" /></div><div align="center" closure_uid_ie5i3n="143" closure_uid_nhjlz9="166"><br />
</div><div align="center" closure_uid_nhjlz9="166">regal wise white owl</div><div align="center" closure_uid_nhjlz9="169"><div closure_uid_ie5i3n="145">perched high in life's branches waits</div></div><div align="center" closure_uid_nhjlz9="167">greeting night and morn</div><div align="center" closure_uid_nhjlz9="167"><br />
</div><div align="center"><div closure_uid_239q90="154">message carried forth</div></div><div align="center">or waiting in hunt of babes</div><div align="center" closure_uid_nhjlz9="168">regal wise white owl </div><div align="center" closure_uid_nhjlz9="168"><br />
</div><div align="center" closure_uid_nhjlz9="168">Petrina Lesko</div><div align="center" closure_uid_nhjlz9="168">August 2011</div><div align="center" closure_uid_nhjlz9="168"><br />
</div><div align="left" closure_uid_nhjlz9="168"><em>While walking my dogs the last few days, we have again been greeted by the very large white owl that hangs near our home. He had seemed to have left for a couple of weeks, but has again returned.</em></div><div align="left" closure_uid_nhjlz9="168"><br />
</div><div align="left" closure_uid_nhjlz9="168">Linking also to <a closure_uid_nhjlz9="235" href="http://dversepoets.com/">dVerse Poets Pub</a> and their <em>OpenLinkNight.</em></div><div align="left" closure_uid_nhjlz9="168"><br />
</div><div align="left" closure_uid_nhjlz9="168">Image from <a href="http://coloringpages.com/">http://coloringpages.com/</a></div></div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-55668095257265050692011-08-29T13:19:00.000-07:002011-08-29T13:19:12.694-07:00Looking Through Windows<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrs9lTiwBGD4N0m3SHEgiSN_iQ1q7SMLzIvCv4Do-_TcIGxdUDjcKJpQwkVv0SX6wrIJJIRCNwaEXB9ewgnJBx6CNE0UP_l_kspxE7jDgSFVg-NLxT7OMRYwV_RLMXT6wkKqn7ll-YgneR/s1600/red+umbrella+shay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="210px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrs9lTiwBGD4N0m3SHEgiSN_iQ1q7SMLzIvCv4Do-_TcIGxdUDjcKJpQwkVv0SX6wrIJJIRCNwaEXB9ewgnJBx6CNE0UP_l_kspxE7jDgSFVg-NLxT7OMRYwV_RLMXT6wkKqn7ll-YgneR/s400/red+umbrella+shay.jpg" width="400px" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" closure_uid_w4ti0f="192" style="text-align: center;"><em>Red Umbrella</em>, Christopher Shay <br />
as shared at <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">Magpie Tales</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table> <div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">looking through windows</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">waiting for rain to bring home</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">those loved ones missing</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288"><br />
</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">still missing today</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">kept late by the storms passing</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">not yet home this night</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288"><br />
</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">looking through windows</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">waiting for rain to bring home</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">those loved ones missing</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288"><br />
</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">childlike wonder still</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">awed by the powerful rains</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">hoping for their return</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288"><br />
</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">looking through windows</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">waiting for rain to bring home</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">those loved ones missing</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288"><br />
</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">man passes windows</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">his red umbrella reminds</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">time takes no heart loved</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288"><br />
</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">looking through windows</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">waiting for rain to bring home</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">those loved ones missing</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288"><br />
</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">creaking doors startle</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">branches banging the eaves too</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">long rainy days... wait</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288"><br />
</div><div align="center" closure_uid_w4ti0f="288">looking through windows</div><div style="text-align: center;">waiting for rain to bring home</div><div closure_uid_w4ti0f="297" style="text-align: center;">those loved ones missing</div><div closure_uid_w4ti0f="297" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_w4ti0f="297" style="text-align: center;">Petrina Lesko</div><div closure_uid_w4ti0f="297" style="text-align: center;">August 2011</div><br />
<div closure_uid_w4ti0f="298">In writing this piece, I tried to capture the feelings when I was young... When storms would pass our way, I would arrive home before everyone else in my family and then I would wait... searching the windows for signs of any of them to come home. I would often times spend hours pacing window to window, wondering until one by one they would arrive home from their busy days, complaining of the delays the rain had caused.</div>This wonderful picture prompt was shared over at this weeks prompt #80 at <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">Magpie Tales</a> hosted by the talented Tess Kincaid. There writers and poets come together to share their creations inspired by her weekly prompts. Come join the fun, share your thoughts and get to know the most fabulous group of writers and poets.<br />
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</div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-5960782647844787732011-08-28T09:32:00.000-07:002011-08-28T16:05:22.038-07:00Beyond the Moment: Poetics<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">Over at <a href="http://dversepoets.com/">dVerse Poets Pub</a> Brian Miller has challenged us for his <em>Poetics </em>post to explore what can only be seen with a 'third eye', those things that can only be known, beyond our true ability to see or touch something. His post reminded me of the tenderness of this interaction with a dear friend from a few years ago.</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">She sat lost somewhere</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">beyond the moment,</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">not connecting to </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">the drivvle of her</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">favorite show...</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">Somewhere far</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">beyond our words,</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">drifting into the darkness,</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">"Momma is that you?"</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">Stillness filled the room</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">as she looked up, around...</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">smiling at what was there.</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">"Her dress is beautiful, </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">did you see it?"</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">"Don't go yet, it's been</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">so long..." Silence engulfed </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">us, filling the crevices </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">of the space around us, </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">momentary glimpses...</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">"She died when I was</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">five. Wasn't her dress</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">beautiful? I'll be with </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">her soon, you know."</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">She sat smiling, looking </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">upward...</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">A calm slowly overtook</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">her fidgeting hands. The</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">television continued to </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">drone on, noting the </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">world of victims of</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">the day's burdens.</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151"><em>Special Victims</em> </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">contrasting the quietness</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">of her breath as it eased</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">from her lips, tender as </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">the child's hand.</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">Innocence of childhood, </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">a heart broken, a </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">mother's love stolen</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">from her on that </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">lonely dark road some</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">sixty odd years ago.</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">Tomorrow we would</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">need to drive that endless</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">road to nowhere, the</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">scarred bark branching</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">out to hold her.</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">A single tear trickled</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">down to catch the </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">edge of her smile, </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">her knowing one </div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">day soon they would</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">be together again,</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">forever.</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">Petrina Lesko</div><div closure_uid_jx63gb="151">August 2011</div></div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648523465599478681.post-10624195448393521252011-08-21T14:59:00.000-07:002011-08-21T14:59:39.323-07:00Stillness Overtakes...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Walking, the soft damp sand slips<br />
between our toes as we approach<br />
her beauty. The pilings stretching<br />
<div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">to touch the blue skies, billowy </div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">clouds lying there like satin pillows.</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">Further we stroll along the shore, </div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">arriving... the sun drenched warmth</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">firm... yet roughened by the misty </div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">breezes. She is splintered almost, </div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">beneath our steps, ever enticing.</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">The length of her lines narrowing</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">as she reaches forth to meet the </div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">icy white waves in the distance, </div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">longing for us to tread there, just </div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">at the horizon's razor sharp edge.</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">Come, walk with me, feel the misty </div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">breeze brush against your paled skin,</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">gently embracing your soul. And in</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">this place feel her engulf with the </div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">softest silk cloth, burning now...</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">The sunlight scorching the damp</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">wooden path, grooved by days </div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">gone by. The air ever so thick,</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">showering the suns warmth as </div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">the sea completes her stretch.</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">Yet in this ever moving world,</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">stillness overtakes the essence </div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">of this place. A comforting</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">serenity fills the dimming skies,</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">lit on fire like a burning log.</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">Petrina Lesko</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">August 2011</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_ia6br1="148">submitted to <em>Poetics - Texture</em> over at <a href="http://dversepoets.com/">dVerse Poets Pub</a> while enjoying a great cup of Jo at <em>Latte 101.</em></div></div>Reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655163868990155242noreply@blogger.com32