"Some people hear voices.. Some see invisible people.. Others have no imagination whatsoever." - Author Unknown.


Thursday, June 30, 2011

It's A Hard Life

I found this YouTube Video this morning.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Somewhere

This is something I wrote in 2003 not long after leaving Scotland, missing Matthew my husband, my friend, my soul-mate. We were casualties of a government bureaucracy.

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She lies in a soft bed of sweet summer grass
gazing up at the stars as memories of him tug at her 
tucked tightly under a blanket of want and loneliness
with silver moonbeams dancing across her face
thoughts of him glow like burning ashes floating up towards the heavens
she wonders where under the stars does he lay his head?
and does he grieve for her as she grieves for him?

somewhere, far away,  under the stars….

He lies in a soft bed of sweet summer grass
gazing up at the stars as memories of her tug at him
tucked tightly under a blanket of want and loneliness
with silver  moonbeams dancing across his face
thoughts of her glow like burning ashes floating up towards the heavens
he wonders where under the stars does she lay her head?
and does she grieve for him as he grieves for her?

P. Najafabadi
2003

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Thursday, June 9, 2011

Seasons of waiting


A  shadow sits alone
on a hollowed out log,

in a place that's never had a name


waiting....

The moon swallows the sun,
daylight vanishes,
and still the shadow sits alone
on the same hollowed out log
in the place that's never had a name

waiting....

Seasons melt away,
Springs drip into summer
summers into fall
falls into winter
and still the shadow sits alone
on the hollowed out log
in the same place that's never had a name

waiting....

More time passes,
and there are no more moons to swallow the sun,
and no more seasons to drip into the next
and still the shadow sits alone
on the hollowed out log
in the place that's never had a name

waiting....

Limping by is a broken creature, one who's heart has become entangled in wounds and woes,
discovers the shadow who sits alone
on a hollowed out log
in a place that never had a name

waiting....

In a act of kindness the wounded creature sits down next to
and embraces the weary shadow
who sat so long alone
on that hollowed out log.
in that  place that's never had a name

waiting....

through dry cracked lips the creature leans in
and whispers sweet soothing words to shadow
and the two entwine,
shadow is lifted from the hollowed out log
freeing her from the place that's never had a name,
the wait comes ends

Shadow and  Creature proceed forward as one
following a path to a sweet place that's always had a name
leaving behind the hollowed out log
an orphaned child of  'wound and woe'.

P.Najafabadi
2011

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A New Challenge: I'm Going to try to read 100 by December 2011

I Found a blog with the following challenge:  I will be joining in with the Book Chick City’s reading challenge for fun! The rules are simple:

• Read 100 books by 31st December 2011
• Only print books & ebooks count – (no audiobooks)
• Any genre
• Twitter tag: #100booksinayear
• Anyone can join at anytime



Considering that it's already a week into June I don't expect to meet this the grandiose  challenge of reading 100 books in 180 days but it sounds like fun to try.