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For Sale…

windshield

Oh honey, just look at it, it’s perfect.

Yes it is my love. It’s a bit pricey though huh?

Oh silly stop worrying about the price. Aren’t we worth it?

Yes, of course we are honey; it’s just that with my new job and the End of the World coming on December 21st.  I was hoping we could just rent something and see how things go.

But, I really want this house. It has everything we dreamed of, look at the landscaping; the trees are the right size. And these steps, I’ll be the envy of every housewife around.  Besides, if the planet does crumble we’ll be safe living up here, right?

I guess you’re right. It would be nice to be floating instead of being swallowed up by the Earth. Okay, let’s get the realtor on the phone. I’m buying my honey a house.

Oh yeah, you’re the best husband a girl could ask for. Oh and one more thing sweetie, can we not tell anyone where we live?

Sure, okay. But why?

Well, once we move in I’ll have so much to do; I simply won’t have time for an End of the World Party.

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I hope you enjoyed this story- this is what happens when I see a picture and begin to THINK…

-peace

The Fallen…

A friend asked that I write a poem about this photo.  I wrote it from three different views.

Eight Carry the One –  is the voice of the soldiers carrying the casket

The Passing - is the voice of the family watching

Deliver Me  - is the voice of the departed soldier

 

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EIGHT CARRY THE ONE

We are eight

Who carry one

The one’s whose duty

Is now done

 

We carry you

Upon our shoulder

Because of you

We get to grow older

 

This cargo of ours

This hero inside

We carry with honor

We carry with pride

 

As we lay to rest

One of our best

We honor those

For this life they choose

 

Its time to sleep

So close your eyes

Soar with angels

Above blue skies

 

Now at peace

But not alone

Not going away

Just going home

 

 

THE PASSING

As I watched

Them carry you

I began to weep

My heart in two

 

Is it dark

Where you are

Are you near

Or are you far

 

When it came

Was it swift

Did you suffer

Any of it

 

Your loss

I shall mourn

And celebrate

That you were born

 

A folded flag

Is what they give

To signify

The life you live

 

It’s not enough

It’s just not fair

That here I stand

While you lie there

 

 

DELIVER ME

Is it morning

Noon or night

Is there darkness

Or daylight

 

Here I lie

Inside this womb

To be inserted

Into a tomb

 

I am not hurt

Or suffer pain

Upon a stone

They’ll write my name

 

Not angry

Nor afraid

I’m content

With choices made

 

Send the word

To me now

Show your light

Show me how

 

One last request

I ask of thee

Protect the ones

Who deliver me

 

 

-peace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FALLING…

As I lay here in the grass, looking up at the clouds. I am so relaxed. I cannot remember the last time I felt so at ease. Looking at the white puffs as they sail past me makes me wish I could be up there, just for a moment. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?  The wind is so soft and it whispers like music just for me as it caresses my face, my hair and my soul. I feel as if this is a special wind, in a special moment, just for me.

I close my eyes and suddenly I feel lighter, the images of the soft clouds beneath me fills my eyes.  The wind holds me and cradles me like a mother would a small child. Protecting me from all the hurt.  I ride the breeze, this wind, this moment.

Ahhhh, but I know it will not last, I know this wind I ride will have to end.

Will I fall when it is over, will I drop to the hardness below?

What can I do?

Will it hurt? I am scared, I am frightened and I am excited all at the same time. I am more alive now than I have ever been before. This wind, this new life, this right now.

I can feel it slowing down, settling in, I am starting to rise, as if I was a small wave that is begging to collapse into foam.

Now I begin my decent, my fall. With eyes closed, my body wanting to cover itself, so as to accept the impact. I am ready, I am ready…

Wait, why haven’t I felt the ground yet ?

I open my eyes one at a time, peeking at my hands, my body. I am not falling. I AM NOT FALLING?

WHY….what is that? It’s all around me, is it more wind. NO I can hear this, it’s, it’s…..

Butterflies, millions of butterflies…

Hahahahahahaha,,,they are carrying me down to earth, floating me downward, dancing around me, caressing me, like my wind did just moments ago.

I wish you could all feel this, it’s beautiful. They are singing to me. Their song is my song. A song of the heart, my heart

I reach my hand out into the madness of their flying to and fro.

I am back on the ground.

 

The falling was better then the flying.

 

 

This touching drawing is by a new friend Kara Simpson. She sent it to me along with these words.

“Hi, my name is Kara Simpson, i draw and this is one of my very first drawing i ever did and it would mean a lot if you wrote a story about this.”

Right on track

Right on track.

This is a blogpost I posted a while back, and when I read it again today, I’m amazed at how right Steve was (and is…) check it out, click to read more on my blog:

Have an inspired day, love and light from Anne.

Right on track

DREAM TRAIN…

Another example of when artists and writers collide.

DREAM TRAIN

“I must have dozed off, how the hell did I get here?

I don’t even remember getting on this train. Everyone is awfully quiet. Hell they’re all just normal subway car riders. Looking but not really looking at each other. Everyone just trying not to be noticed, wanting to get through this ride and get off the train. Hell, what am I thinking? Of course, I just fell asleep. I’ve been working so damn hard these days, my brain is playing tricks on me. I’m imagining that I haven’t been sitting here the whole time. But have I been here? Why don’t I remember getting on this train? Did I miss my stop? I feel like I’ve been on this damn train forever!

Excuse me ma’am, ma’am, could you please tell me what the next stop is? I seemed to have dozed off and might have missed my stop, ma’am? How rude, she’s totally ignoring me.

I certainly must have missed my stop; these people don’t look like people who live in my neighborhood. They’re not even sociable. I’ll just close my eyes for a minute, I’m so damn tired, maybe I’ll take a nap and all this will have been just a weird dream. The worst part is that I feel like I’ve been here before. Oh well, at least I’m on my way home and not on my way to work!

That’s odd; the sun is shining into the car. How could it be light outside?”

Conductor’s voice over train intercom: “Sorry folks the next stop will be delayed. It seems some poor soul has jumped into the path of the train ahead of us and was killed.”

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The artwork is just one of the many unique and fascinating pieces by our new friend Ray Ferrer @ http://urbanwallart.wordpress.com/

The words fell out of my face and onto this page…http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/

Color ME?…I think not…it is I who color YOU

 

 

 

It is I who live here in this world, this painting.

YOU are but a mere visitor with YOUR brushes and canvas.

It is I who has mastered the art of ART.

YOU, who is so obviously desperate to leave YOUR home and create a place in which to escape to.

It is I who has the peace and serenity.

But, do not despair, I shall allow YOUR needed moments here in MY world.

I will step aside MY own feelings and MY life for a time.

While YOU can sit back and enjoy what I have become.

And yes, there may be a time when YOU must place ME somewhere else.

I will obey YOUR wishes and go quietly so that WE may be spoken of as artists, together.

For it is I and it is YOU that combine to be what WE are.

Until then, let YOU and I have this moment, this clarity, this place to be, OUR ART.

-peace

 

 

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This amazing artwork was generously submitted by our new friend Dan Miller @ http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dan-Miller/325648767502665

 

Words recklessly assembled by me  Steve @ http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/

March of the Dinosaurs…

Hannah was awarded the title of Grade Level Champion for her very creative and colorful poster that was entered into the UVM Math Poster Contest centered on the theme of Shapes and Sizes. Hannah’s poster was chosen as the winner out of all the 5th grade poster entries (There were 500 total poster entries from 32 Vermont schools).

I saw this and wanted to write  story FOR HANNAH about her awesome drawing. I hear she loves it.

THANKS HANNAH FOR SHARING YOUR TERRIFIC ARTWORK WITH THE WORLD

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MARCH OF THE DINASOURS

“Hup Two Three Four ,Hup Two Three Four,” Barked Greenie the T-Rex

“Hup Two Three Four.” He never stopped giving orders. He knew that he had to keep his dinosaur friends marching towards the Sun Valley or they would all surely starve when the winter snows came.

“Boy, Greenie sure is marching us hard today,” squealed a very tired Steg the Yellow.

“He sure is,” agreed Purple Bronto, but he is the oldest and wisest so we must obey.”

“I guess you’re right, “answered Yellow. “Soon we will be in the Sun Valley and have all the food and water we need.”

They all continued marching to Greenies cadence and rhythm.  His barking became less and less like barking and more musical and easier to march to; even the flying dinosaurs were in rhythm to his tune.

“Hup, Two, Three, Four we are marching dinosaurs.  Five, Six , Seven, Eight we won’t stop till daylight break.  It was a nice song and Greenie had marched his friends to it for years and years. He felt happy that they would once more be safe. Then come spring they could all travel back to their homes and enjoy another summer filled with laughter and fun.

“Hey Greenie,” Called out the tiniest of tiny voices, “Are we there yet?”

Greenie looked over at the newest and smallest dinosaur in their group who was standing next to Purple Bronto

“Almost Hannah, we’re almost there.” “Now Hup, Two, Three, Four, what are we marching for? Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Let’s not make our Hannah wait.”

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