Archive for April, 2008

ascent and descent

Posted in acts of nature, bewilderness, carpe diem!, changes, chemistry, fact or fiction?, grateful, growth & change, herself, humble and grateful, inner peace, love, my inner child, nurturing, science & nature, shades of grey, silence, stirring of the soul, trust, Uncategorized on April 25, 2008 by whyvonne

sitting side by side on the picnic table, in the clearing near the parking area at the base of the mountain, they shared an organic brew that boasted one of his photographs. the landscape image that had been “flopped, cropped and photoshopped” dominated the label.

she was at once proud of him, and perhaps just a little jealous.

her attempt at under-apologizing was futile; she knew in her heart of hearts that this hike was more than just a little ambitious for her. her frequent stops to catch her breath and slow her heart thudding maddeningly in her chest didn’t seem to bother him…he had even taken her pack from her partway up the mountain to make it easier for her.

as they sat together, recovering, in a companionable silence, he announced that he had planned on saving this particular bottle for a special occasion – and this was it.

she was at a loss for words.

abruptly, she confessed:
“i never intended to re-appear; my only intention was to disappear.”
with that she excused herself and walked to the far side of the clearing, hearing him say,
“…and then she disappeared again…”

she chuckled inwardly. she adored his sense of humor, even though the subject matter wasn’t at all funny. as if her words could even touch on an explanation of why she had been in absentia for six weeks.

what had caught her eye across the lawn was several piles of snow; such an odd sight on this unseasonably hot day! she reached the snow, and bending down, scooped up a handful, smiling as she shaped it into a snowball. it was the perfect consistency! she turned and walked back toward him, feeling the gritty ice already beginning to melt in her hands. when she reached him, her hands were icy cold and dripping; she tenderly touched his sunburned arms with her wet cold hands, loving the contrast of it…her cold hands on his hot skin…then she gently bathed his neck, his ears…

 

 

frequent flyer

Posted in art, humble and grateful, smucking BRILLIANT!, Uncategorized, worth watching on April 24, 2008 by whyvonne

looks like i’ve found a new place to hang out on the internet! i bookmarked “the free dictionary” long ago, when i had a dispute with an arrogant friend over the correct spelling of a seldom-used word.

recently, while re-editing some Fresh Whyvonne, i needed a synonym so as not to repeat the same adjective thrice in a paragraph…and re-visited the site. i am not entirely certain whether the page had been updated, or i just summarily dismissed all the clutter the first time ’round.

have a look for yourself! the page content is customizable; there is HANGMAN {i can never resist!}, a SPELLING BEE with easy, hard and expert words {although i disagree with the audio~dude’s pronunciation of some words}, WORD OF THE DAY, a WORD LIST {you can personalize and track recent search items}, MATCH UP, ARTICLE  OF THE DAY, THIS DAY IN HISTORY, QUOTATION OF THE DAY…

i am impressed! it certainly kick’s yahoo’s “word of the day”‘s ass six ways to sunday! {huh?} plus it’s just a handy on-line reference…

i plan on visiting often. go see for yourself…

counting syllables…

Posted in changes, grateful, inner peace, love, stirring of the soul on April 12, 2008 by whyvonne

 

trust


…delicious torment.

hope: building, mounting, surging…

plummeting once more.

 

…her very first hai-KU!
{um, god bless you.}

my girl

Posted in art, heartache, jewel, love, lyrical, shades of grey, smucking BRILLIANT!, stirring of the soul, tales of my sanity have been greatly exaggerated, trust on April 4, 2008 by whyvonne

rastafarian jewel sings her lovely “kiss the flame”…

please, love, let’s make
no imparital vow…
let all fall away
that’s not crucial now

i want a brave love
one that makes me weak in the knees
i want a crazy, crazy love
one that makes me come undone
at the seams…

‘coz i’m tired of all these pilgrims
these puritans, these thieves
of all these unbelievers
who whittle love down
at the knees

let these swift roads destroy themselves
let the world fall into its sleep
for we shall be spared, we shall be left standing
to face what’s left of concrete and honey…

kiss the flame
let’s run with the hunted, the untamed
kiss the flame
embrace the faceless, the unnamed

there are nightmares on the corner
there are jokes on t.v.
there are people selling thougtlessness
with such casualty

where for art thou, romeo?
where have all the brave men gone?
show me one man who knows his own heart
to him i shall belong 

kiss the flame
let’s run with the hunted, the untamed
kiss the flame
embrace the faceless, the unnamed

please, love, let’s make
no impartial vow…

slow fade

Posted in bewilderness, changes, heartache, inner peace, jewel, love, shades of grey, silence, the blues, the darkness, trust on April 2, 2008 by whyvonne

 

“…another fairytale fades to grey;

i’ve lived on hope just like a child
          walking that mile
faking that smile…

all the while,
wishing my heart had wings…”