Words come to me in the night
And these small hands write this
Burning bright like a candle in the wind
Coming at me like a beautiful dream
Melting like sweet ice cream
Am I really what I seem?
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Taking shape my pencil flies
My heart leaps into my skies
Into the blue, a world brand new
Day after day deeper I grew
Listening for something I already knew
Am I really what I seem?
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Looking down at these small hands
Wondering and writing
Creativity so inviting
Words fly right by me
Reaching for every literary firefly I see
Am I really what I seem?
Looking down at these small hands, I know who I am and that’s good enough for me!
the flow of words.. too gentle.. I cannot handle.. they melt too gently
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Aaawww, my dear, you are too kind! Thank you for letting me know how this made you feel. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your comment. Thank you, my friend.
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Truly talented you are my dear Eleanor. I feel so blessed! Can I contact you personally please?
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I am so honored. Thank you and yes, definitely. My email is on my About Me Page.
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Thank you so much, my friend.
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My pleasure!
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Like a candle in the wind. You and Norma Jean melt like sweet ice cream under the flicker of candle’s light.
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A gorgeous picture you paint, my friend! Ah, it’s so damn good to be BACK!
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Did you ever get a chance to read my answers to your questions?
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I’m new to this. It’s the first time I got “super techincal” I say lol 😉 using pingbacks/links and stuff. I’m incredibly embarrassed to admit this but I can’t find it. HELP!
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The post is at https://wp.me/p1yQyy-75L
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Thank you. You won’t believe this. I finished a very detailed response then hit post and it asked me to login and then it disappeared. UGH, seriously?! OMG. I am thoroughly frustrated but after reading your answers equally, if not more, intrigued!!!!!!!!!!
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That’s very disappointing. I was really looking forward to your reaction. Oh well.
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Oh, I’m on it.
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Beautiful, Eleanor 💜
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Thank you, Natalie! XOXO, Eleanor
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Wonderful poem, Eleanor. The self reflection an awareness are lovely. 🌺
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It might seem corny, but I started thinking about identity, and a Latin quote from The Matrix, first movie in the trilogy, the latin quote above the entryway to the oracle’s kitchen. Then, I started thinking about mental health: one of my diagnoses was borderline, and often individuals diagnosed as such have complications putting the fragments of who they are into a wholly imagined self-portrait of themselves, like looking at fragmented mirrors. Two images stick out to me: the small hands, and the candle in the wind, which suggests a small window of time, to me. There is an airy quality that makes me think of winter, a breathiness, and find myself seeking objects to grab hold of. Thank you, for sharing your words, and a little welcome of me to you at your blog. Looking forward to your future posts.
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Wow, where do I start? What an amazing and thoughtful comment. I am so grateful. Thank you for your kind words. They mean so much. The fact that you picked up on all that speaks volumes. I mean, you nailed it! 😉 I’m glad you and I connected and I greatly anticipate hearing what you have to say in the future. You are delightful!
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♥️♥️
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Beautiful! 💜💜💜
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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only you can say this
tomorrow or today
she is a girl and a woman
mtm
hat in air
loving herself almost everywhere
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Wonderful poem, Eleanor!
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Reblogged this on The Drama-Free Club.
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