White clouds drift above
Lost in anticipation
Saturday, October 10, 2009
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About Me
- Inside our hands, outside our hearts
- Single and ever learning that life and love are not mere words to play with, but moments within time that we sometimes forget to notice.
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Writings for the Senses
- Catnip
- Cocaine Jesus
- Crows and Daisies
- Drinking the Moon
- Floots and his Charm
- Glimpses Intangible
- HomoEscapeon's Words for the Wise
- In My Head
- Ivan's Dialogue
- Josie's Expose'
- Lapsus Calami
- Listening to the Walking Man
- Monkey Man
- Pam's Austrailian World
- Past Tense
- Poetry in a Garden of Fire
- Razored Zen
- Ricardo's Haiku
- Snippets from Spaceship Orion
- Soaring Impulse
- The Emotional Being. (NOW UP)
- Tim's Words of Healing
Tangled In Wisteria
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14 comments:
I have written so many about anticipation...there's nothing like it! I love this one!!!
Oh thanks....and this is nice Tara :)
wishes,
devika
May every hand that cradles with yours each time, be new, again.
Anticipation can be very pleasant.
Love your simplicity and love to see you back in the game.
Lost in hope,
the hope of dream...
I reach into clouds;
Your hand.
Lovit, T, _m
Oh yes that anticipation is so delightful - love your words and photo Tara.
Like the Carly Simon song, anticipation is the most "delicious" of all feelings. Words and photo are exquisite together.
Anticipation: nowadays an often used term in sport-journalimn, describing the fast understanding between members of a team. But those who are happy to find a word for that what happens in them and do know what they are feeling see the relationship to creativity. Both can't be forced, and those who are able to make it a part of their life are ... artists.
Best wishes
Ralf
Simple but beautiful n meaningful words.. thnx:))
Take care
Tara,
How tenderly beautiful you are,
With love, M
I like the openness of "anticipation."
Ah, I'm trying to get back in the game too. Doing serious research on PhD project. Ended up with Wiki:
For all of Woodstock's mental acumen, however, he is physically a very poor flyer, which has been a character trait since he first appeared. He flitters around in erratic fashion, often upside down, and frequently crashes into things. He usually manages to get where he wants to go, though, as long as he doesn't have to fly too high (he did one time fly on a telephone wire). He is prone to beak-bleeds if he goes over ten feet in the air. During the winter he relaxes by either skating or playing ice hockey on top of the birdbath, complete with his own Zamboni machine to keep the surface clean (except one year where Woodstock asks Snoopy to migrate with him, and the duo take the trip on foot). His one goal throughout the comic is to track down his mother so he can send her a Mother's Day card.
I languish in mental anguish.
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