PURPLE LATCHES: Once Upon A Time

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Once Upon A Time

Nebulous symbols of romanticism lead us to a mountain top. We may never trace the reality of its true meaning, nor take the hand of its magic wand, but we hear the whispering words gently pass our way.

Once upon a time, while walking barefoot in the rain, I dreamed of wearing satin slippers as you twirled me beneath your silver stars. Once upon a time, I stood by the window and waited for you to dazzle me beneath the pale light of the waiting moon. A time came, once, when the symbols disappeared with the morrow's dawning.

Listen as I speak to you of a place where I once danced without inhibitions. I closed my eyes and ran with you.......in time
ONCE

Il etait une fois

July 25, 2009

10 comments:

Balachandran V said...: Was away for a couple of days....
Reading your lines is like listening to Classic Western. One is carried away to unknown shores....; July 26, 2009 at 6:52 PM
Sandy said...: Wild.. A classic Western.. That sounds cowboyish.LOL.. My mother has been in the hospital and I just got her home a couple of days ago. Company from out of town here to see her..They just left.. Been crazy... Sandy; July 26, 2009 at 8:32 PM
sujata sengupta said...: lovely piece of writing..your writing grows on me..i have to come back again and again to gather its depths..; July 28, 2009 at 2:28 AM
Sandy said...: Thank you, sujata. I am pleased that you like my work. I know this is supposed to be a blog site and probably supportive of ideas that are informational but I am not inclined in that way.; July 28, 2009 at 11:33 AM
Anonymous said...: Hello Sandy, how are you? I've been in a one month-turned-into-one-week-vacation, the economical crisis stroked again. I hope you're doing fine, take care and be blessed! :); July 31, 2009 at 11:56 AM
Sandy said...: I have missed you my friend.. I visit your site and am in awe of the view. It is like going to New York..Bright lights and busy things..I am glad you are back.. Hope things pick up for you.. You too be blessed my friend.....; July 31, 2009 at 2:35 PM
Trooperman said...: Sandy, you write with such utter passion and the words flow like nectar inside the mind of your readers. You know what to say and how to pen it so very well. I love the awesome music you have here. Excellent illustration in image, music and words of mind bending reality. Michael.; August 8, 2009 at 8:36 PM
Sandy said...: Thank you Trooper... Glad to see you here... I am always proud to know a law man is watching over me.. You write a mean write yourself....; August 8, 2009 at 9:09 PM
Misty Veil said...: Hello my dear friend,
I had some problems navigating here and am so happy to be able to read this wonderful work of art...
What can I say about this? Deeply dreamlike, classically romantic, and breathtaking...
You never cease to amaze me...
Linda.x; August 14, 2009 at 10:12 AM
Anonymous said...: This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.; April 21, 2016 at 5:52 PM

ERASE ME FROM THE BOTTOM

Each drop of ink brings an unraveling page. I am wrapped in thoughts of sepia. I am drawn from tiny eternities lying in wait. They peer at me from every corner of my fingertips. I watch as you walk through the threshold toward me. You slowly unlatch me like a locked door. I back away from the edges of my ink stains. I can not find my way out of this layer of paper. Outside, the wind is howling but not a leaf will fall because I did not deem it so. I did not write it nor did I willingly sketch it in place. My hands are mortal and seek revenge. I will dress them with nothing more than a ring of thought. I’ll watch you from chasm’s ledge as you erase me from the bottom……………

Barren

What then, shall I say? No longer can I button my mentations inside a circle of yellow? Inquire not of this circle for it lies within my domain....one that mimics the sun wearing the face of many ideas. You, on the other hand, sit upon your window sill, of nonchalance, while I stand at a fork of questions... a pathway of many wishes, thoughts, regrets and portentous ramblings. Shall I drown inside my own madness without the hand of regeneration? Grant these wishes so that my thoughts may become tomorrow's reality... Let not this dry place consume me I implore thee... I, like a woman barren, speak of fulfillment.

Life and The Tea Party

Life is not a tea party. We are plagued with fitful sleep; nights of unwanted dreams( now what is in the stimulus package) that demand payment; a cup of reality dished out in increments called hours in a day. We get up each day to sail through the things that make us responsible. We say the right words at the right time. We go to great lengths to acquire the right amount of education so that we may become the right person......(you know the reference.... they sit up all hours of the night writing new health care plans) For whom are we right? ( Democrats, Republicans, Third Parties) We all have an agenda don't we? We all have an opinion. We all know the answers, ask any political action committee, and we will settle it once and for all at the next Tea Party... Whoops...someone got booted from the BIG TEA PARTY`````` Big split inside Tea Party movement

If Only

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Once Upon A Time

10 comments: