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Tuesday, December 23, 2008

a poem for me..................



Thought I would like to share this poem .


A love poem - for me


from a very dear friend....a friend forever I hope


-DENISE
She should never have looked at me


If she meant I should not love her!


There are plenty ... men, you call such,


I suppose ... she may discover


All her soul to, if she pleases,


And yet leave much as she found them:


But I'm not so, and she knew it


When she fixed me, glancing round them,
What? To fix me thus meant nothing?


But I can't tell (there's my weakness)


What her look said!---no vile cant, sure,


About ``need to strew the bleakness``


Of some lone shore with its pearl-seed.


``That the sea feels''---


no strange yearning


``That such souls have, most to lavish``


Where there's chance of least returning.''
Oh, we're sunk enough here,


God knows!


But not quite so sunk that moments,


Sure tho' seldom, are denied us,


When the spirit's true endowments


Stand out plainly from its false ones,


And apprise it if pursuing


Or the right way or the wrong way,


To its triumph or undoing.
There are flashes struck from midnights,


There are fire-flames noondays kindle,


Whereby piled-up honours perish,


Whereby swollen ambitions dwindle,


While just this or that poor impulse,


Which for once had play unstifled,


Seems the sole work of a life-time


That away the rest have trifled.
Doubt you if, in some such moment,


As she fixed me, she felt clearly,


Ages past the soul existed,


Here an age 'tis resting merely,


And hence fleets again for ages,


While the true end, sole and single,


It stops here for is, this love-way,


With some other soul to mingle?
Else it loses what it lived for,


And eternally must lose it;


Better ends may be in prospect,


Deeper blisses (if you choose it),


But this life's end and this love-bliss


Have been lost here.


Doubt you whether


This she felt as, looking at me,


Mine and her souls rushed together?
Oh, observe! Of course, next moment,


The world's honours, in derision,


Trampled out the light for ever:


Never fear but there's provision


Of the devil's to quench knowledge


Lest we walk the earth in rapture!---


Making those who catch God's secret


Just so much more prize their capture!
Such am I: the secret's mine now!


She has lost me, I have gained her;


Her soul's mine: and thus, grown perfect,


I shall pass my life's remainder.


Life will just hold out the proving


Both our powers, alone and blended:


And then, come next life quickly!


This world's use will have been ended.



Ideas come and goes....next project is digital trees .. As I go along will post the work.

Starting out with Corel Painter, a great program to express yourself. Creative Juizzes been slow lately, not feeling very creative at all. Always in back of my mind...but maybe is the holiday seasons, stress from work..who knows, could be just a lack of personal commitment-
Found this picture and love it....feel like that in the morning......