...My heart is like a singing bird
whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
my heart is like an apple-tree
whose boughs are bent with thickest fruit;
my heart is like a rainbow shell
that paddles in a halcyon sea;
my heart is gladder than all these
because love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
hang it with vair and purple dyes;
carve it in doves and pomegranates,
and peacocks with hundred eyes;
work in gold and silver grapes,
in leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
because the birthday of my life
is come, love is come to me. (Christina Rosetti)
...a lovely poem made me think of what joy can bring the thoughts of others for our birthday, and warm up our hearts in a magic way.
Life is not always easy, for none of us,for some - more,for others - less- we all are living in a quite mad and cruel world - however , we have to deal with it the best we can, day by day,step by step and try to live the "Carpe Diem"...one thing we all can carry on with, though, in spite of all and everything -it is - to remain kind and dear and share a little bit - or even much- of kindness to each other, it is easy,and it does wonders...
all this to say - a warmhearted to all those dear friends and watchers who have been extremely kind to think of me on "my day", for their sublime and gorgeous gifts, dedications, core -member-shift, points and all those lovely and dear thoughts, messages , notes or phone calls and wishes- it is all of You and each of You - who made my day so special and blissful , and it is a privilege to know You all, Thank You for Your friendship ,encouragement on my Art and Your generosity... and even if I might forget or have forgotten sometimes to wish some of You a happy birthday - it would be simply and only, because I would have be absent from DA for different reasons and would not know about it, but never - because I am careless or unkind...
...Muhammed Ali said:
"Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It is not something You learn in school. But if You haven't learned the meaning of friendship -You really haven't learned anything..."
...Washington Iroing said:
"Sweet is the memory of distant friends...like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart..."
...and Albert Schweitzer thought :
"In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes down.
It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being.
We should all be grateful and thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit..."
...and once again I am saying "I am grateful and thankful" to You all...
It doesnt really matterIt doesn't really matter what I say, you have already judged me as guilty, saying 'betrayer'.
I may not always do the right thing, but I try to be kind to you before being kind to myself.
Intelligence has nothing to do with actions and (over)reactions when real love arrives.
Passion annuls patience, caring drives us to hard places that caution would scream "no".
Love is painful, both for the lover and the loved, it is full speed over the cliff of reason.
There is no road map for a relationship, you are on the way before the destination is agreed.
Speed limits do not apply, no wonder we become reckless and take bends and bridges too fast.
No wonder we have accidents, driving blind in a mist of love only one hand on the wheel.
It doesn't really matter what I say, you have already judged me as unrealistic, a dreamer.
Reality comes later; when we start it is a dream, we have finally met 'the love of our life'.
And what a love, the eye only sees the beauty, it does not notice the talons or
Eclipses are... Kisses I am weightless
as the feather
lost on the palm of my hand
visitor from a distant land
it wasn't so,
The loom of the wind
Ailes Noires Ton coeur est un shell,
d’une voix étrange, inconditionnel,
lisse, pleine de douceur
parfois… aussi sauvage
... comme la mer…
des aux eaux claires et sombres.
Je te écris, en tant que dessin, bientôt aquarelle,
où myriades d’azur et de vert, se découvrent
mélange les traits, parmi les teintes…
ni ciel ou forêt.
Je te copie, de la nature, inventée en lumière et ombre,
étoile qui éclaire la nuit profonde,
dévoilant les miroirs…
portails dês constellations infinies.
Je te rendre, cette toile, poéme du vent,
un coeur nouveau d’espoire,
FloriTes cheveux sont des ailes noires
aux oiseaux magnifiques du printemps... voulez
caressant la brise douce-amère
passant des vents croisés
Les oeillets jaunes naissent dans ton sourire
comme le soleil d'un nouveau jour
où le parfum d'aimer ne dort pas
prisonnier de la rose à ton cœur qui bat
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Shadows of SilenceShadows of silence
once again visited my path..
It talks about time
time spent together..
Old memories pages have turned..
smell of sadness is in the air
And happiness is our lost friend,
who promised us nothing but sorrows.
Silent sorrows is my friend.
Wish I could tear the pages,
revisit my past and change
But, life played it's worst part..
and we are no more..
Only a shadow..
and silence adorns my empty soul..
Written by WhimsicalBlue
12 November 2017