Let's Get Creative

tremors

Snow in torrents
As a blanket sending me into hiding
Enforced captivity
From nature so much more palatable
Than from man
White banks rising outside my window
Making me feel warmer by the hour
No choice of where to go today
The obvious choice is here

StillHere

tremors wrote:

Snow in torrents
As a blanket sending me into hiding
Enforced captivity
From nature so much more palatable
Than from man
White banks rising outside my window
Making me feel warmer by the hour
No choice of where to go today
The obvious choice is here

can't get over it
where does it all come from?
always touching
always

the wolf

I was unable to find what I was looking for,
but maybe found something else
that I feared would be lost,..
forever.

tremors

the wolf wrote:

I was unable to find what I was looking for,
but maybe found something else
that I feared would be lost,..
forever.

That's good.

pandora

tremors wrote:

beautiful and now a little sad

pandora

pandora wrote:

Hi....
Will you stand a moment with me?
Can you feel the quiet?
Can you hear the cold?

Say....
Will you walk a moment with me?
Do you see the laughter?
Does it make your eyes cry?

Now....
Will you lay a moment with me?
Will you make an Angel?
Do you believe in Moments?

Moments are like SnowAngels
they will melt away .....
but somehow stay.

PilateOfTheStorm

pandora wrote:

pandora wrote:

Hi....
Will you stand a moment with me?
Can you feel the quiet?
Can you hear the cold?

Say....
Will you walk a moment with me?
Do you see the laughter?
Does it make your eyes cry?

Now....
Will you lay a moment with me?
Will you make an Angel?
Do you believe in Moments?

Moments are like SnowAngels
they will melt away .....
but somehow stay.

lovely picture, stunning words

tremors

The wind arrived with her wings
Whistling through the secret places
Making her recede
Hugging the shadows
Her body melted
Her self, a whisper
Of something more solid
Long time ago
Her self becoming whispered
Feeling less real by the hour
And yet more alive
She dissolved into the sideboards
and blended into dark
The memory of being solid
Memory, flickering
Like the moth shielding the flame
Just one inch closer
Her body hisses
And released

PilateOfTheStorm

tremors wrote:

The wind arrived with her wings
Whistling through the secret places
Making her recede
Hugging the shadows
Her body melted
Her self, a whisper
Of something more solid
Long time ago
Her self becoming whispered
Feeling less real by the hour
And yet more alive
She dissolved into the sideboards
and blended into dark
The memory of being solid
Memory, flickering
Like the moth shielding the flame
Just one inch closer
Her body hisses
And released

another beautiful poem tremors
completely fits the weather right now, beautiful

tremors

electricxlovex wrote:

tremors wrote:

The wind arrived with her wings
Whistling through the secret places
Making her recede
Hugging the shadows
Her body melted
Her self, a whisper
Of something more solid
Long time ago
Her self becoming whispered
Feeling less real by the hour
And yet more alive
She dissolved into the sideboards
and blended into dark
The memory of being solid
Memory, flickering
Like the moth shielding the flame
Just one inch closer
Her body hisses
And released

another beautiful poem tremors
completely fits the weather right now, beautiful

Yeah I liked this one. Might put it with the others in the Sanctuary thread, cos it kind of came out of thinking of such things, then reading poems here. Thanks electrixlovex

pandora

electricxlovex wrote:

pandora wrote:

pandora wrote:

Hi....
Will you stand a moment with me?
Can you feel the quiet?
Can you hear the cold?

Say....
Will you walk a moment with me?
Do you see the laughter?
Does it make your eyes cry?

Now....
Will you lay a moment with me?
Will you make an Angel?
Do you believe in Moments?

Moments are like SnowAngels
they will melt away .....
but somehow stay.

lovely picture, stunning words

thank you!

pandora

tremors wrote:

The wind arrived with her wings
Whistling through the secret places
Making her recede
Hugging the shadows
Her body melted
Her self, a whisper
Of something more solid
Long time ago
Her self becoming whispered
Feeling less real by the hour
And yet more alive
She dissolved into the sideboards
and blended into dark
The memory of being solid
Memory, flickering
Like the moth shielding the flame
Just one inch closer
Her body hisses
And released

"Memory flickering" I love that
very beautiful poem Tremors...thanks for sharing here, Friend.
Hope your holiday was great and Happy New Year!..... a year filled with much happiness and flowing creativity

tremors

pandora wrote:

tremors wrote:

The wind arrived with her wings
Whistling through the secret places
Making her recede
Hugging the shadows
Her body melted
Her self, a whisper
Of something more solid
Long time ago
Her self becoming whispered
Feeling less real by the hour
And yet more alive
She dissolved into the sideboards
and blended into dark
The memory of being solid
Memory, flickering
Like the moth shielding the flame
Just one inch closer
Her body hisses
And released

"Memory flickering" I love that
very beautiful poem Tremors...thanks for sharing here, Friend.
Hope your holiday was great and Happy New Year!..... a year filled with much happiness and flowing creativity

Thanks Pandi, yes - nice holiday with my Mum and my brother in the hills. My Mum was sick but I think having her boys around helped her along. She was fighting fit when we left. Am now back home. But like Mick Jagger says I can't quite get no satisfaction! Where's the drug abusers' thread!? I think I could get high by proxy!

Yes I think 2011 we should all get creative, and post lots of great things in this thread, and then Chadwick can send it to the publishers, and we can get it leather bound and copyright cleared, with pictures and everything at the end of the year. I want a massive coffee table book!!

tremors

StillHere

[quote="tremors"

Yes I think 2011 we should all get creative, and post lots of great things in this thread, and then Chadwick can send it to the publishers, and we can get it leather bound and copyright cleared, with pictures and everything at the end of the year. I want a massive coffee table book!![/quote]

an amazing idea!
i'm all for something like that
it would be awesome to have it to refer to
at certain times
you know

pandora

Just now opened my folk art calendars JB buys for me each Christmas,
one for the kitchen, one for my office here.
I was looking again through the year past, each month a lovely country scene,
so detailed, each a celebration of our beautiful world.
Remembering the high points of 2010
Friends
PJ concerts
special days with family.
And hanging the new calendars...
the year to come
seeing special dates and the pictures for that month.....
wondering what the year will bring.
Life is good.
Life is a gift

the wolf

pandora wrote:

Just now opened my folk art calendars JB buys for me each Christmas,
one for the kitchen, one for my office here.
I was looking again through the year past, each month a lovely country scene,
so detailed, each a celebration of our beautiful world.
Remembering the high points of 2010
Friends
PJ concerts
special days with family.
And hanging the new calendars...
the year to come
seeing special dates and the pictures for that month.....
wondering what the year will bring.
Life is good.
Life is a gift

don't get me started on the past year Pandi,... i would hate to get your thread locked.

pandora

the wolf wrote:

pandora wrote:

Just now opened my folk art calendars JB buys for me each Christmas,
one for the kitchen, one for my office here.
I was looking again through the year past, each month a lovely country scene,
so detailed, each a celebration of our beautiful world.
Remembering the high points of 2010
Friends
PJ concerts
special days with family.
And hanging the new calendars...
the year to come
seeing special dates and the pictures for that month.....
wondering what the year will bring.
Life is good.
Life is a gift

don't get me started on the past year Pandi,... i would hate to get your thread locked.

Uh Oh! please don't!!.....
this will be a good year, I feel it in my bones

the wolf

pandora wrote:

the wolf wrote:

pandora wrote:

Just now opened my folk art calendars JB buys for me each Christmas,
one for the kitchen, one for my office here.
I was looking again through the year past, each month a lovely country scene,
so detailed, each a celebration of our beautiful world.
Remembering the high points of 2010
Friends
PJ concerts
special days with family.
And hanging the new calendars...
the year to come
seeing special dates and the pictures for that month.....
wondering what the year will bring.
Life is good.
Life is a gift

don't get me started on the past year Pandi,... i would hate to get your thread locked.

Uh Oh! please don't!!.....
this will be a good year, I feel it in my bones

my lips are sealed. :silent:

tremors

My family with a bitterness seeping to the core
How do you love someone that can barely stand
the sight of you?
Trials, trials and tribulations, love
Yet so many pieces to the jigsaw
So many stories
She can't let it go
Bitterness infecting me
We're just circling the inevitable breakdown
Words never said, just stored up for when?
Stored up for never
Thoughts flash between us
Too hurtful to be said
Yet crackle in the air
And me when I'm psychic catch every one
An irreconcilable distance, becoming revulsion, resentment, regret?
Something's brewing
And we can never quite bail out
So I seek my fresh air alone
I retreat and make myself scarce
And be glad I don't need to see you
Until next time