Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Christina’s Poem

Finding inspiration
It can’t be found
It just happens
Happening
In that oft heard song
In that emotional television episode
In the smile of the bubbly waitress
When hearing laughter across the room
Trudging through the forest floor,
The sun barely shining through
Feeling life is complete,
With an ocean sunset
Passion surges
The heart races
Misty eyes
Mommy tears
A time of great importance
A moving speech,
The power of zero
Unexpectantly discovering a place,
In your heart and soul
Reminiscing a precious memory
Serendipitous moments of great excitement
Inspiration filters in with a mind
Open to what the world has to offer
Delighting in your sense of well being
Floating to the top
Feeling comfortable about life
Inspired to meet each new day with love

Monday, February 18, 2013

Julianna's Limmerick

The was a young woman named Julianna
Who loved to eat bananas
She eloped in July
With her beau ever so shy
Now they're blissfully in nirvana
(Still eating bananas)

Friday, January 11, 2013

Book Review: The Paris Wife by Paula McLain

The Paris Wife

The Paris Wife, a New York Times Bestseller and Best Book of 2011, by Paula McLain embarks on the love story of Hadley Richardson and Ernest Hemingway and its eventual demise. The lure of the idealistic life of Paris in the 1920's draws the newly married couple to Europe where life for Hemingway as an expatriate writer commences with the alliances of Gertrude Stein and F. Scott Gerald, among others, and where Hadley struggles to fit into the hard drinking, fast living life of Paris. The novel is Hadley's story, dull at times as she herself is, but the mystique for Hemingway and his womanizing ways keeps the reader glued to this soap opera romance. What is most impressive is Hadley's poetic voice and the research done by McLain to make this historical novel read true to life. In the end, Hemingway writes that he wished he had died before he loved anyone but Hadley

Book Review: The Night Circus By Erin Mortenstern



Have you ever dreamed about the romantic life of the circus? The Night
Circus
, Mortenstern’s debut novel, evolves into a fantastical love story set at the turn of the 19th century transporting the reader across the boundaries of what is real and what is not. Open sundown until dawn, Le Cirque des Rê ves, the circus of dreams, is the arena for a deadly competition where the two players ultimately fall in love. The love story continues with a young boy, the “rê veurs” and a set of twins born into the circus revealing the narrator’s and the author’s love for the magical circus of which is here one day and gone the next off to another destination unknown. The sensational imagery depicted makes great fodder for a movie now in the making, although a release date has not been set. Join the “rê veurs” on a wondrous dream journey of a lifetime with The Night Circus

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Holding My Breath

Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
I'm stuck in my chair
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
It's driving me crazy
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
No purpose to move on

Forward is the way to go
Reaching out
Grasping what's in arm's reach
Holding on to hope
No more wasting life away
Take a stand
Take that next step
Patience will endure
The waiting will be over

Exhale

Monday, December 3, 2012

No Worries

Slowing down
No alarm clock
What day it is
What time it is
Is of no concern
As are the bills back home
Shorts and sandals every day
Walking in the rain without umbrella
Slow-moving speed limits
Snaillike pace to cross the street
Taking pictures of flowers on the daily walk
Seeing the colors of the rainbow
Amazed by a double rainbow
Mesmerized by a fading sunset
The causal life in Hawaii
No worries

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Aurora's Poem

How precious life is when you hold a newborn
The power of God
A miracle of miracles
A gift from heaven
An angel here on earth
Knowing she is a part of me
My life carrying on
The cycle of humankind turning its wheels
Seems strange
Yes
Mystifying
Yes
It is real
A beautiful baby
New breath
Tiny fingers and toes
Little cries you want to protect
The potential of something grand
I want to be there holding your hand

Watch me grow