Thanks, jp, for such a heartening declaration of "who I am."
Wonderful!
i am adrift, without rudder, in a sea of broken dreams.. my mind descends into a tangle of seaweed, which pulls my.
hapless frame downward into a black and sinister realm that.
holds its jailed without pity, with scant hope of future release.. i do love the land and all her beauty but fear the sea; i'm no.
Thanks, jp, for such a heartening declaration of "who I am."
Wonderful!
again with the pants... tony, if you can't stop looking at young men in tight pants don't take it out on the rest of us.
https://www.facebook.com/john.cedars.5/posts/868329653345317.
Tony Esposito's name was changed upon adoption.
i am adrift, without rudder, in a sea of broken dreams.. my mind descends into a tangle of seaweed, which pulls my.
hapless frame downward into a black and sinister realm that.
holds its jailed without pity, with scant hope of future release.. i do love the land and all her beauty but fear the sea; i'm no.
I AM ADRIFT, WITHOUT RUDDER, in a sea of broken dreams.
My mind descends into a tangle of seaweed, which pulls my
Hapless frame downward into a black and sinister realm that
Holds its jailed without pity, with scant hope of future release.
I do love the land and all her beauty but fear the sea; I'm no
Fool who'd put life and limb at peril in search of new worlds.
Alone in my thoughts, I roam dread shores of lands whose
Roiling, uncharted waters of soul and spirit would swallow
Me alive, in death's throes victorious, but for assurance that
One day all hopes be fulfilled, all fears put eternally to rest.
as i intimate in the words below, i like autumn and winter, but there's a downward spiral in my emotions.
i'm in control, yet, .
rain, at long last, has touched both our land and my soul.
No, ShirleyW, I heard of it only now from you and R&R.
Will look into it. Here in northern California, Sierra foothills, we get lots of rain but clearing and sunshine. The lower valley regions get long-term overcast and/or tule fog, which is really depressing.
THANKS!
Tule fog /ˈtuːliː/ is a thick ground fog that settles in the San Joaquin Valley and Sacramento Valley areas of California's Great Central Valley. Tule fog forms from late fall through early spring (California's rainy season) after the first significant rainfall.
as i intimate in the words below, i like autumn and winter, but there's a downward spiral in my emotions.
i'm in control, yet, .
rain, at long last, has touched both our land and my soul.
I appreciate your comments, Sunworshipper805, Rules & Regulations, and scratchme1010. They have helped me, too, seeing how we are all affected, more or less.
Best wishes as we tread through winter.
as i intimate in the words below, i like autumn and winter, but there's a downward spiral in my emotions.
i'm in control, yet, .
rain, at long last, has touched both our land and my soul.
Thanks, Sail Away!
I hope things look up for you. It is a tough time for many.
CHEERS!
as i intimate in the words below, i like autumn and winter, but there's a downward spiral in my emotions.
i'm in control, yet, .
rain, at long last, has touched both our land and my soul.
Yes, CoCo, I am affected.
I'm so depressed. Maybe when the rain actually starts I'll feel better!
Thanks for starting this topic! Many will respond.
as i intimate in the words below, i like autumn and winter, but there's a downward spiral in my emotions.
i'm in control, yet, .
rain, at long last, has touched both our land and my soul.
As I intimate in the words below, I like autumn and winter, but there's a downward spiral in my emotions. I'm in control, yet, . . .
HOW ABOUT YOU?
RAIN, AT LONG LAST, has touched both our land and my soul. The burning sun of a protracted summer has released its hold; I breathe in the welcome cool and damp of ground-hugging mist.
Yet, an unforeseen sadness creeps into the worn fabric of life, and loose-hanging garments afford no warmth to my diminishing frame.
i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".
is it too late to become what imight have become .
.
As I journey through life, I take a path not traveled by others, or so it would seem.
I reach out, sometimes in tears, more often with hope, that another sole wanderer
Will come along with me and share the journey leading to better times and places.
It is as if, however, no one hears the murmurings of a heart wishing company,
One with whom to share in Nature's wonders, to delight in what she has wrought.
I continue to meander through life's lanes untrammeled, knowing that soon you'll
Sense my unseen but real presence and happily take my hand and lift my heart.
i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".
is it too late to become what imight have become .
.
Rain, at long last, has touched both our land and my soul.
The burning sun of a protracted summer has released its hold;
I breathe in the welcome cool and damp of ground-hugging mist.
Yet, an unforeseen sadness creeps into the worn fabric of life and
Loose-hanging garments afford no warmth to my diminishing frame.