Q1: What is the name of your blogging site? Overcoming to Becoming / Easter Ellen
Q2: Why you have decided to blog? I have blogged on and off for a few years now and do it mainly to let out the words that swim in my head, If I don’t write them it will build up. Also I enjoy the community space.
Q3: Sharing thought on WordPress vs Sharing thought on other Social sites? I find that WordPress offers a clean work space that cannot be disrupted by the comments taking over from your original work (hope that makes sense).
Q4: What are the different areas of post you will love to see on your Reading List? (Ex: Travel / Poetry / Gardening ) I love reading of others’ travels, their poetry, their day-to-day lives.
Q5: What is the Favorite time of your blogging? ( Day / Night) I don’t have a preference, the words are always swimming around waiting for a time to come out.
Q6: Which post you think is your best ? I think that it is a post I wrote years ago called “Charcoal Coated”. It is rather morose, but I am proud of the imagery and emotion in the poem.
Q7: Which Post your viewers think is your best on the basis of your Likes ? I’m not sure maybe Pandora’s Box
Q8: What is the best complement you received till now? That my writing pulls you into it and makes you feel the emotion as you read along.
Q9: if you want to learn something, what it would be? To increase my vocabulary even more to better express myself in writing.
Q10: Which is your Favorite TV soap?Lol I don’t watch any TV but I watched Outlander and loved it.
Q11: If you will get a chance, which place will you visit? Definitely Italy
There is no need for introduction
This constant way of self-destruction
Afraid to face the sorrow of the day
She kept herself in trepidation
Hidden from the sure damnation
That filled her since her lover went away
Surely if she faced the day
She’d see that there’s another way
To grab her fears and look them in the eye
But sadly she was filled with sorrow
Could not arise to face the morrow
So she prepared to find a way to say goodbye
If only he hadn’t left her so
The damage he would never know
It burrowed through her heart and through her soul
It breaks his heart to learn of this
Could he not have spared her one more kiss
Would it have made a difference in her deathly role
And now his life is filled with grief
His joy stolen by true love’s thief
He tries to tell himself it was her choice
But knowledge is a tricky thing
As much as he’d forget this fling
Late at night he hears her quiet, whispering voice
To see your face, to feel your breath
To feel your warmth above my breast
The perfect softness of your lips
The gentle graze of your fingertips
Let these last few weeks disappear
With you over there and me over here
I cannot bear this time apart
I miss you from my very heart
Come lie beside me, your skin on mine
Melting my heart, truly sublime
With no shame and no compromise
Every touch you bring, a joyous surprise
So perfect a kiss, I want more and more
Delicious, intoxicating, reaching my core
Come my sweet lover, I’m calling you in
There’s no end to our love, so let it begin
End this time of silence with your breath on my face
How ever I’ve wronged you, show me some grace
I’m dreaming of your sweet lips on mine
Please call me and tell me all will be fine
This is a re-post of a poem that I wrote in 2007, but it fit so well with today’s theme that I am re-posting it.
Inside my hand lies a beautiful gift
It was given to me by my Father
He said “my child – this present is yours
Treasure it like no other”
Inside my hand glows a beautiful box
Adorned with diamonds and gold
The finest artisans showing their best
Of beauty, now mine to behold
Inside my mind, burning with angst
What is within these walls of such grace
I anticipate madly, holding my breath
Expectant joy lighting my face
Inside, is a necklace of brilliant rare jewels?
Or a ring for my dainty finger
Fine garments of silk to drape over my skin
Or riches to enjoy while I linger
“But wait,” says my Father, “there is only one thing
This box, you may never uncover
Until the day that I say it’s alright
What it contains is not yours to discover”
I grit in frustration for such beauty I see
I can only imagine the mystery inside
Yet I am solemnly sworn to not open the lid
I promised Him when I lied
My determined face, frosty, aloof
I imagined being dazzled with jewels
My Father had left me alone with my box
Had He always been such a fool?
The moment was here,my fate now set
The time had come to unveil
I sat down, held my breath, opened it slow
And was shocked by a quick, putrid gale
The room turned to ash, the box to dust
As I stared with horrified eyes
I saw my reflection, the greed on my face
How could I be so unwise???
The demon before me hackled in mock
Tears slid down my face
The very phantom I was staring at
Was me, a foolish disgrace
The evil reflection, laughing at me
Snakes slithered to bind my fate
They coiled their bondage ’round my wrist
I screamed; it was already too late
She zipped up her coat against the cold, chill winds and against her heart which had just broken.
“I don’t want to see you anymore”. Devastation leads to disbelieve which leads to begging him to become better which leads to simply coming undone and letting the pain out in a harrowing cry. He won’t take it, his mind’s made up. Tears or no tears, it is finished.
She spent the next several days feeling sorry for herself and not knowing how to handle it. Then she made a decision that would change her world.
She bought a cute little puppy