tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58203030343086717112011-11-27T18:57:56.755-05:00You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you. -Joseph JoubertShannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-41933208523748381812009-06-19T19:26:00.003-05:002009-06-19T19:55:41.216-05:00(from the humidity. Just to clarify)<br /><br />Two federal grants<br />My job to develop, write<br />Due at the same time<br /><br />***<br /><br />Fourteen days have passed<br />Not that I'm counting, mind you<br />Just fooling myself<br /><br />***<br /><br />Vanilla Milkshake<br />Popcorn and mini-churros<br />Sad, sad substitutes<br /><br />***<br /><br />Week one at Y camp<br />Pale skin gives way to freckles<br />Sun, fun, swimming, crafts<br /><br />***<br /><br />Does love go to waste?<br />Can love be found, recaptured?<br />Can the heart refill?<br /><br />***<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-4193320852374838181?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-17709512284434611142009-06-18T05:12:00.001-05:002009-06-18T05:13:40.757-05:00With each passing day<br />A period replaces<br />Looming question marks<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-1770951228443461114?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-57278566441656423122009-06-12T06:34:00.003-05:002009-06-12T06:46:03.974-05:00Hours stretch ahead<br />Lazy, empty, nourishing<br />My heart, my soul, rest.<br /><br />Walking away is<br />Not nearly as easy as<br />You would think it is<br /><br />Things in practice<br />Are never as easy as<br />They are in theory<br /><br />Hot humidity<br />Hugs as tight as your old aunt<br />At the reunion<br /><br />Parts of me need things<br />That other parts of me know<br />Are very bad things<br /><br />Weigh in is today<br />Hoping for a decent loss<br />4 days to first goal<br /><br />Sparkling blue water<br />A trip to the library<br />Cleaning the kitchen<br /><br />Tan lines and flip flops<br />Beach reads and sunscreen and heat<br />Summertime is here<br /><br />Filling in bare spots<br />Mowing, weeding and trimming<br />I want more flowers<br /><br />Useless but pretty<br />A small shot of happiness<br />Maybe it's enough<br /><br />The Farmer's Market<br />Calls to me but not the kids<br />Going anyway!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-5727856644165642312?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-25585901434399152772009-06-04T17:46:00.004-05:002009-06-05T12:44:00.201-05:00I don't want to care<br />Don't want to feel second best<br />I'm just an option<br /><br />***<br /><br />Old words are worthless<br />Promises made mean nothing<br />I should be patient<br /><br />***<br /><br />Following the rules<br />We have not even discussed<br />Still not good enough<br /><br />***<br /><br />Impatient, childish<br />I thought you brought out my best<br />Maybe I was wrong<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-2558590143439915277?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-33559044429817585602009-01-12T13:11:00.001-05:002009-01-12T13:11:36.620-05:00<div class="entry"> <div class="snap_preview"><p>Open up your eyes</p> <p>Let me see into your soul</p> <p>And look into mine.</p> </div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-3355904442981758560?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-10390127527656902202009-01-09T19:59:00.003-05:002009-01-09T20:39:25.849-05:00Icy, magical<br />Silvery liquid magic<br />I love good vodka<br /><br />***<br /><br />Ahh, Ugly Betty<br />You are both my biggest fear<br />And my heroine.<br /><br />***<br /><br />The wind howled and howled<br />I spent the whole day in bed<br />Wishing you were there<br /><br />***<br /><br />The strength that you see<br />When you look in my eyes<br />Simply costs too much<br /><br />***<br /><br />When I wear that shirt<br />All I can remember<br />is not wearing that shirt<br /><br />***<br /><br />Self-doubt swirls around<br />I never know what to think<br />My confidence wanes<br /><br />***<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-1039012752765690220?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-56599115429191925672009-01-04T15:10:00.001-05:002009-01-04T15:11:50.524-05:00<div class="entry"> <div class="snap_preview"><p>Not leaving</p> <p>is not the same</p> <p>as staying.</p> <p>Saying something is a promise</p> <p>is not the same</p> <p>as promising something.</p> <p>OK, fine</p> <p>is not the same</p> <p>as yes!</p> <p>Not talking about something</p> <p>is not the same</p> <p>as something not being real.</p> <p>Wanting</p> <p>is not the same</p> <p>as having.</p> <p>Needing</p> <p>is not the sam</p> <p>as loving.</p> <p>Letting go</p> <p>is not the same</p> <p>as walking away.</p> <p>Not now</p> <p>is not the same</p> <p>as never.</p> <p>Not saying it out loud</p> <p>is not the same</p> <p>as silence.</p> <p>Walking around, making it through the day</p> <p>is not the same</p> <p>as living.</p> <p>Not being here</p> <p>is not the same</p> <p>as being there.</p> </div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-5659911542919192567?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-24518594287389018362008-12-20T08:29:00.002-05:002008-12-20T08:42:25.946-05:00I love Trader Joe's<br />An oasis of cool food<br />And also, cheap wine<br /><br />***<br /><br />Sunny clementines<br />Just not enough to combat<br />Sadness and my SAD<br /><br />***<br /><br />The green tree sparkles<br />Each ornament a story<br />A piece of our past<br /><br />***<br /><br />This weird, weird weather<br />Like a Katy Perry song<br />Don't mean to like it<br /><br />***<br /><br />Friends come and friends go<br />Someone leaves, someone returns<br />The key is balance<br /><br />***<br /><br />Wonder what I'd say<br />If Christmas happened today<br />Would I welcome them?<br /><br />***<br /><br />I'm so intrigued by<br />Four hundred years of silence<br />And then, the baby<br /><br />***<br />Merry Christmas!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-2451859428738901836?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-54504078675293346682008-12-18T20:13:00.001-05:002008-12-18T20:13:58.619-05:00I was shocked to find myself saying your name<br /><br />after so many months<br /><br />of not saying your name.<br /><br />I even prefaced your name with<br /><br />“my friend” when I know,<br /><br />in fact,<br /><br />that you aren’t my friend at all.<br /><br />So after months of pointedly<br /><br />not missing you<br /><br />not thinking of you<br /><br />not remembering you,<br /><br />the loss of you<br /><br />arrived unbidden and unexpected<br /><br />and the loss of you<br /><br />felt more real than almost any other loss<br /><br />and the loss of you<br /><br />hurt me but I didn’t cry<br /><br />we don’t cry<br /><br />remember,<br /><br />how we don’t cry?<br /><br />Remember how we<br /><br />were like sisters and<br /><br />how my kids called you Aunt<br /><br />and the little one had a special way<br /><br />of saying your name<br /><br />and we loved you<br /><br />I love you still<br /><br />but the loss of you<br /><br />is something I must bear<br /><br />and invent and imagine all the reasons why<br /><br />and guard against so that I never<br /><br />have to bear this loss again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-5450407867529334668?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-5092423172669189562008-12-12T21:48:00.003-05:002008-12-12T22:19:19.181-05:00I dream of running<br />Running from something, some man<br />I wake up tired.<br /><br />***<br /><br />In morning's quiet<br />I ask, I seek, I listen<br />And I hear Him speak.<br /><br />***<br /><br />He paints a picture<br />Of a whole different life<br />Am I brave enough?<br /><br />***<br /><br />The kids take over<br />My room is no longer mine<br />They are "camping out."<br /><br />***<br /><br />Her sideways glances<br />And her upswept auburn hair<br />Make her beautiful<br /><br />***<br /><br />Red peeks through the brown<br />I screwed up my hair color<br />Well, it is unique...<br /><br />***<br /><br />Promises to keep<br />Hardest - the ones to myself<br />Integrity holds<br /><br />***<br /><br />My best premise yet<br />Perhaps not fair to write it<br />But what if I'm right?<br /><br />***<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-509242317266918956?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-23857646003380642742008-12-06T22:58:00.003-05:002008-12-06T23:06:33.561-05:00World-weary, tired<br />Guarded, defensive, all spent<br />But my hair looks good!<br /><br />***<br />Sometimes I wonder<br />Why I let you get to me<br />And sometimes I know<br /><br />***<br />He asks hard questions<br />My answers sound forced and wrong<br />And he stops digging<br /><br />***<br />My writing suffers<br />Inspiration shrivels<br />Where are my muses?<br /><br />***<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-2385764600338064274?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-73500078876332510262008-11-07T19:25:00.003-05:002008-11-07T19:32:38.791-05:00Constant ocean breeze<br />Gentle balm for weary souls<br />Chilly in the shade<br /><br />***<br />Channel Islands rise<br />Amid mist and haze and clouds<br />So mysterious<br /><br />***<br />Palm trees sway above me<br />Various seabirds take flight<br />Should I fear earthquakes?<br /><br />***<br />Not quite young lovers<br />But rediscovering things<br />We had forgotten<br /><br />***<br />We walked and held hands<br />Along sandy, rocky shore<br />A new day begins<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-7350007887633251026?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-19015212020311642252008-11-03T21:51:00.003-05:002008-11-03T22:04:19.158-05:00My husband and I are heading out on vacation tomorrow morning at the ungodly hour of 7:40 AM. We're going to California - landing in LA and driving to Ventura Beach. Then we're heading to El Capitan, Malibu, maybe Mexico. I am SO excited, which is only slightly tempered by my feeling vaguely guilty for leaving the kids and dogs with Grandma. <br /><br />I'm packed. The only thing left is my laptop and my makeup. It has been SO long since we've been out of town...to the beach...with time for drinks...for reconnecting...for dreaming...for thinking...<br /><br />And lots of time for writing! :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-1901521202031164225?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-8036504620658653452008-11-02T14:05:00.002-05:002008-11-02T14:12:54.416-05:00SO MUCH LAUNDRY. I'm not sure it would all get done even if I ran the washer and dryer constantly until we leave!<br />And...we ARE leaving! We're going on vacation to California, since Grandma finally agreed to keep the kids and the dogs. I know it's a lot to ask. But we rarely ask for anything. But I still feel guilty for asking.<br /><br />My head hurts. I don't want it to - it's a beautiful day and it's going to be a fun week, away from stress and work and everything. I want to be able to look forward to vacation, not feel guilty about it!<br /><br />We will probably not have another vacation alone together - we will cherish this one!<br /><br />I really wish I didn't have to work tomorrow. But it's only till 2.<br /><br />I also hope I can get my expense check tomorrow...hope hope hope!<br /><br />So, what is the most important thing you need to know about my character, Siobhan Douglass?<br /><br />She is for real, and from the very beginning she takes her gifts very seriously.<br /><br />Going to take a nap...then...a couple thousand words on my novel, laundry, dinner....it's always something!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-803650462065865345?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-49578741317011945172008-11-01T14:49:00.002-05:002008-11-01T14:55:19.156-05:00I signed up for Nanowrimo AND Nablopomo.<br /><br />If you know what is wrong with me, please post it in the comments!<br /><br />I have no idea what I will post, but I am envisioning kind of a mind-opening type thing before I start working on my novel each day. So, it could get VERY interesting!<br /><br />Free your mind, and the rest will follow. Right?!<br /><br />So here is the prologue to my novel, Gifted:<br /> <div class="entry"> <div class="snap_preview"><p>She pushed a lock of her long brown hair away from her angular face, tucking it behind her ear. She chewed on her bottom lip, stared off into space. Before she realized it, before she could stop it, it was happening again. She shook her head, closed her eyes, trying to rid her mind of its vision, trying to interrupt and silence the voice that spoke directly to her. The vision grew stronger, the voice grew louder and more insistent. She briefly wondered if she was crazy. Then her thoughts were not her own anymore. Everything that was uniquely and undeniably <em>her</em> was gone and only the voice and the vision remained. It was just like before, just like when she was a child.</p> <p>Her only choice was absolute surrender. And so she surrendered. She gave in, not knowing when she would belong to herself again, not knowing when the vision would be over, or when it would come to pass. Just knowing that until it was over, she was a hostage to her gift.</p> </div> </div><br />How many words is that? Oh? Not 50,000?<br /><br />Back to the other screen....see you tomorrow!<br /><br />PS - Marvin and Laura,<br />I will endeavor to continue Haiku Fridays for your 5-7-5 enjoyment!<br /><br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-4957874131701194517?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-78362193809663478182008-10-31T08:30:00.003-05:002008-10-31T09:12:28.142-05:00Jack o'lanterns shine<br />Kids in costumes trick or treat<br />Nanowrimo looms<br /><br />***<br /><br />Chocolate and Smarties<br />Lollipops and spider rings<br />Children's brilliant smiles<br /><br />***<br /><br />Leaves change, the air chills<br />Autumn swoops in, crisp and clear<br />I miss my sandals!<br /><br />***<br /><br />Love, lust and friendship<br />We've struggled with this for years<br />We still don't get it.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Thursday reverie<br />Beer, pizza, Ugly Betty<br />Gets me through the week.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Ghosties and goblins<br />Things that go bump in the night<br />Happy Halloween!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-7836219380966347818?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-76260816437710532092008-10-29T09:01:00.002-05:002008-10-29T09:03:59.100-05:00Gifted<br />She has the gifts most misunderstood, most rejected, most exploited…prophecy, healing, speaking in tongues.<br />Taught to hide her gifts from childhood, she is horrified when they grow stronger and their presence becomes involuntary through adolescence.<br />Then what happens when she embraces her gifts, and is tested and fails, and has to find a way to heal again with hands that have killed, has to find a way to speak in tongues again with a voice that has fallen silent, and must prophesy again from a mind that has gone blank?<br />Who heals the healer? Who can stir the voice of the one who can speak in tongues? Who can open the mind of the prophet?<br />Soon, and very soon, she will find out.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/406747">http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/406747</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-7626081643771053209?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-61724525692414709652008-10-24T14:46:00.002-05:002008-10-24T15:09:51.113-05:00Rain falls, the wind blows<br />Autumn has finally come<br />Gray skies match my mood<br /><br />***<br /><br />Not where I should be<br />I know God has more for me<br />I seek and listen<br /><br />***<br /><br />Amazing how words<br />Have the power to change things<br />Bring dead dreams to life<br /><br />***<br /><br />Nanowrimo looms<br />One month, one great novel<br />No ideas in sight<br /><br />***<br /><br />God speaks, I listen<br />His love and grace transform me<br />His voice guides my days<br /><br />***<br /><br />No longer hiding<br />Living my life in His light<br />Reflecting His love<br /><br />***<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-6172452569241470965?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-31363468626921199852008-09-04T20:14:00.003-05:002008-09-04T20:44:42.363-05:00My snaggletooth girl<br />Her sweet jack o'lantern smile<br />Where did the time go?<br /><br />***<br /><br />Pull me close to you<br />Tangle my hair in your hands<br />Love me, please love me...<br /><br />***<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-3136346862692119985?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-63408223955138464462008-08-31T12:55:00.000-05:002008-08-31T12:56:56.101-05:00<div class="snap_preview"><p>Ancient words, well used,</p> <p>Spoken again, calm and soothe</p> <p>My spirit at peace</p> <p>***</p> <p>The prayer asks that he</p> <p>Forgives us as we forgive</p> <p>We’re responsible</p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-6340822395513846446?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-26918048176830669802008-08-28T13:43:00.001-05:002008-08-28T13:43:43.559-05:00The tower is tall<br />It's strong and it keeps out all<br />the things that bring pain<br />***<br />I hide there sometimes<br />when thoughts of you crowd my mind<br />and I can't let go<br />***<br />I understand you<br />Better than you know yourself<br />I see the forest<br />***<br />You made me believe<br />You let me be romantic<br />But you don't believe<br />***<br />Actions speak louder<br />You told me that was bullshit<br />But I was right, then<br />***<br />No dignity left<br />And so I swiftly retreat<br />Back where you found me<br />***<br />Alone and lonely<br />Crying, broken, cowering<br />And you walk away<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-2691804817683066980?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-6464124556844194722008-08-23T06:21:00.002-05:002008-08-23T06:45:08.784-05:00Clouds gather out there<br /><br />The same clouds gather in here<br /><br />My life is stormy<br /><br />***<br /><br />New schools for them both<br /><br />Why do I dread this Monday?<br /><br />They will be just fine.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Watching Olympics<br /><br />For hours upon hours<br /><br />The best of the best<br /><br />***<br /><br />Fires burn, my heart aches<br /><br />I miss your touch and your voice<br /><br />I need to see you<br /><br />***<br /><br />Fingertips tease me<br /><br />My skin, all tingly and warm<br /><br />You know what I need<br /><br />***<br /><br />An innocent hug<br /><br />Nothing to the outside world<br /><br />Everything to me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-646412455684419472?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-26612129593473814432008-08-15T20:04:00.001-05:002008-08-15T20:09:22.625-05:00My biggest fear is<br /><br />That if I just walk away<br /><br />You will let me go<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-2661212959347381443?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-45878139827983685012008-08-09T06:10:00.003-05:002008-08-09T06:47:38.425-05:00Are you judging me<br />As you harshly judge yourself?<br />We were both willing.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Killing me sweetly<br />With words I want to believe<br />But somehow, just don't.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Focusing on myself<br />To shift my focus from us<br />I see the results<br /><br />***<br /><br />Heat rises and sways<br />Shimmering in the morning<br />Punishing my skin<br /><br />***<br /><br />Tears swell in my eyes<br />My hero has feet of clay<br />We're all imperfect.<br /><br />***<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-4587813982798368501?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-84295645752032555002008-08-07T21:11:00.001-05:002008-08-07T21:12:57.634-05:00And the flip side of<br /><br />"When you say it, you mean it,"<br /><br />Is where my tears fall<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-8429564575203255500?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-35988086066976533332008-08-07T20:46:00.001-05:002008-08-07T21:13:32.944-05:00<p>Drink my thoughts</p> <p>and taste the salt in the river</p> <p>kiss my face and</p> <p>taste the salt in my tears</p> <p>make imperfect, lovely caramels and</p> <p>add salt from the Med</p> <p>add vodka to pink lemonade slushies and make virgin margaritas</p> <p>with coarse salt on the rim of the glass</p> <p>tattoo your name on my hip and my heart and</p> <p>spill your salty seed across my belly and</p> <p>love me</p> <p>love me</p> <p>love me</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-3598808606697653333?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-47074759797145244732008-08-07T20:41:00.001-05:002008-08-07T21:14:00.542-05:00I want to ask you why<br /><br />My silence doesn't say anything<br /><br />But yours speaks volumes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-4707475979714524473?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820303034308671711.post-80937017736556421932008-08-07T09:08:00.001-05:002008-08-07T21:14:38.967-05:00Just for my friend<a href="http://marvinlindsay.typepad.com/"> Marvin...</a><br /><br /><strong>Realization</strong><br /><br />We burned hot and bright<br />Irrational thoughts and needs<br />Nothing gold can stay.<br /><br /><strong>Cookies</strong><br />A poor substitute<br />Chips Deluxe Chocolate Lovers<br />Not as good as you<br /><br /><strong>Unsupervised</strong><br />Alone in my room<br />Drinking wine from the bottle<br />The small, small bottle<br /><br /><strong>Important Things About Me in Haiku</strong><br />I<br />I read very fast<br />Sometimes a whole paragraph<br />My eyes absorb words<br /><br />II<br />My Grandfather was<br />the youngest Texas Ranger<br />when he was a boy<br /><br />III<br />I am not afraid<br />Of needles or giving blood<br />I give my own shots<br /><br />IV<br />If I work at it<br />My handwriting is gorgeous<br />Normally I’m rushed<br /><br />V<br />I just cannot wink<br />No matter how hard I try<br />And I don’t know why<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5820303034308671711-8093701773655642193?l=cautiousspontaneity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08255559242776879267noreply@blogger.com0