Wednesday, August 18, 2010

It's Right There....reach

Good Day to you Sacred,
This morning I was having a conversation with a friend. We were discussing how sometimes the things we want and need seem to be just out of reach..but for some people they always seem to be able to reach their dreams..
Tell me what is just out of reach for you ...Or tell what has been just out of reach and is now attainable.


Use these words:

piquant
increments
incursion
conformist

venerable

11 comments:

  1. awesome. I will be on this one tomorrow i think.

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  2. I love this challenge...and I love having to have one waiting when I finish the one I'm on....lol

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  3. this is a busy week for me, I dunno if I will be able to do it myself...but I am looking forward to all of your pieces

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  4. we did a challenge on secluded and whadya know??? The Blue Jew New Yorker is publishing it...Sharon, do u remember the poem, "Red Bras and Bad Girls" that I wrote? I think it was the challange with misogny...can't remember the other words... That damn journal editor made me rewrite the poem 8 BLOODY times lol...The rewrite is better tho...LMAO

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  5. we did a challenge on secluded and whadya know??? The Blue Jew New Yorker is publishing it...Sharon, do u remember the poem, "Red Bras and Bad Girls" that I wrote? I think it was the challange with misogny...can't remember the other words... That damn journal editor made me rewrite the poem 8 BLOODY times lol...The rewrite is better tho...LMAO

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  6. Woo HOOO! congratulations, Vee!

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  7. I am hella swamped for the next two days. but i want to write on this. So I will be back on Wednesday evening.

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  8. Outstretched Dreams



    "Why is the magic of the language of love
    so hard to stop using?"



    .....
    the one time I wanted to not be dreaming
    I reached out into thin air for you
    reminding my emotions that you do exist
    I got this piquant impulse to stop...and think
    about increments of time already spent
    thinking about where I would find you,
    thinking...maybe more than I should

    Thinking what are you doing,
    thinking where you are

    Did you just think of me?

    Trying, for once, to be the conformist
    the one who conjures beauty up, instantly
    The one who makes things happen
    numberless times
    I had your design venerable...or so I thought
    but I ended up wanting more


    Thinking to myself....I really don't mind
    that I keep starting over from scratch
    because you have to be perfectly made
    and conditioned
    with added layers of feeling

    I keep believing I'm carving your path
    right to my heart
    but I know it's God clearing a way for me
    Every road block put in my way
    will be moved by wondrous strength
    and every detour to me will be well worth the wait
    because the worth that lies within
    when you getting more than you put in
    is worth much more
    than gazing upon your goodness

    Your laughter has become a refuge for me,
    a guiltless indulgence,
    that I paint along the seams
    of my outstretched dreams
    as my time is extended to you

    If love begins with you,
    I don't mind
    walking through the darkness
    with my hand outstretched
    hoping you're the one who takes it,
    hoping you'd think it a refuge of your own
    and knowing...what we want
    are unlimited avenues
    beyond curiosity
    ....
    into intimate trust
    and the realization of 'us' can be
    an incursion into a refreshed heart
    with no hard edges

    Smiling now....amid my own thoughts
    Swelling pulses....translating feelings
    into bouquets of beautiful calla lil-lies
    and me...squinting from sun rays
    bouncing off unspoken sacred wishes
    that we live for each day

    as each today never ends









    jakuper (8/23/10) All Rights Reserved





    jakuper (8/23/10) All Rights Reserved

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  9. Smiling now....amid my own thoughts
    Swelling pulses....translating feelings
    into bouquets of beautiful calla lil-lies
    and me...squinting from sun rays
    bouncing off unspoken sacred wishes
    that we live for each day

    as each today never ends

    this is just bittersweet and sublime writing, Joyce. It makes me ache to read it.

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