Saturday, June 24, 2006

After A While

by Veronica A. Shoffstall After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure you really are strong you really do have worth and you learn and you learn with every goodbye, you learn... myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics


Blogger QUASAR9 said...

Magical Charlene, yeah yeah I know its not yours, but you posted it and I can almost 'hear' the words.

PS - Time again. The future now, the present now, the here now, now doesn't exist it is already gone into the future. But I know you mean a further flung future, the future future can be like dreams in thin air, the future now this instabt, no, not the one just gone past the one we have just syepped into. This IS where we are.

Love the glitter heart, tiara et all. I shall visit the 'glitter' site. Thanks! - Q

6/24/2006 12:47:00 PM  
Blogger QUASAR9 said...

PS - Thanks twice for the gift!
I found a golden image from myspace glitter website. Thanks! Q

6/24/2006 01:28:00 PM  
Blogger Merle said...

Hello Quilldancer ~~ Nice to meet you and glad you liked the jokes.
I love the poem you have posted so thanks for sharing it. Take care, Merle.

6/24/2006 10:13:00 PM  
Blogger QUASAR9 said...

Love the line about "decorate your own soul" - laters Q

6/25/2006 10:48:00 AM  
Blogger Sherry Pasquarello said...

hi, i have a small copy of this poem in my wallet behind the clear plastic where a driver's licence should go. i've had it for years. i try to remember to reread it often.

6/26/2006 12:39:00 PM  

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