Pondering the indelible...

sweetsubsarahh said:
I'm trying not to hot glue myself to this portrait I'm making.

I'm hell on wheels with the hot glue gun, baby.

Hey - we open a week from tomorrow! It's gonna be very fine. Any chance you'll be my way in a week? I'll save you a ticket.

:kiss:


Did I tell you about the chainsaw and the hedge trees? Probably not. At least I still have all my digits. What's a little skin missing...

Sorry sweetheart, not looking good. As if work couldn't get worse, we had two guys quit. Starting to mumble the words to the theme from *M*A*S*H* (okay, not really).
 
The_Fool said:
Did I tell you about the chainsaw and the hedge trees? Probably not. At least I still have all my digits. What's a little skin missing...

Sorry sweetheart, not looking good. As if work couldn't get worse, we had two guys quit. Starting to mumble the words to the theme from *M*A*S*H* (okay, not really).

:kiss:

Sorry to hear this!

Digits are good. Missing skin? Well, I suppose it depends on exactly where the skin is missing? ;)
 
If I am about to butcher the rules of free verse, I apologize in advance. ;)

*****

Exquisite.
Raw emotion
A feeling of sincerity
Honesty
Truth.
She awakens in me
all this and more
She speaks, I listen
She thinks, I act
She feels, I nurture
I want her . . .
Taste
Touch
Attention
She's made me feel
The future is possible
 
Reminder to edit this...

Coming together - Pondering
 
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Elaborate Décolletage

Coming together - Pondering
 
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Leon was talking about an STC I proposed back in 2003. I have posted this one before, but I still like to pull it out because I think there is a sentiment that needs to be expressed more often.


Elaborate Décolletage


The mirror reflects
their image
as they get ready
for a bittersweet celebration.
He carefully knots his tie.
She carefully knots her scarf
that hides the uneven stubble
of her ravaged head of hair.
Makeup cannot hide,
tentative smiles cannot hide
the pain expressed by their eyes,
especially from each other.

Once, getting dressed
called for innuendo
and for liberties taken,
with much laughter
and mock aggravation.
Sometimes,
never even making it
to their destination.
Tonight,
is filled with fragile silence;
tempered,
with concern and affection.

Seeking solitude,
she equips herself
with the trappings and harness
that she feels
gives the appearance
that she is still a woman.
She can no longer flaunt
what she no longer has.
An exquisite new dress,
bought special for this occasion,
drapes her now boyish figure
and hides her scars.

He compliments her beauty.
The delicate lace of her neckline
drapes the fragile curves
of her neck and shoulders.
The ruby red of her dress
brighten the emerald green
of her eyes,
too big for her face.
But the real beauty that he sees
is the fiery passion deep inside,
the love that she shares,
her strength of mind and character.

It’s not the scars on her body
that bring tears to his eyes.
It’s not the lines where once
there were curves.
He would pay anything.
He would do anything.
to erase the self-doubt,
burn away scars
that have mutilated her soul,
erase the fear from her eyes,
that she is no longer desirable,
she is no longer a woman.


*tears*

:rose:
 
Leon was talking about an STC I proposed back in 2003. I have posted this one before, but I still like to pull it out because I think there is a sentiment that needs to be expressed more often.

I was very much moved by the love scene in The Family Stone between Craig T. Nelson and Diane Keeton, when she takes his hand and presses it to her scars. Some time later, I was looking at tattoos, contemplating covering my own small scars from lumpectomy, when I saw a halter top tattoo, so intricate that it covered the mastectomy scars. I wrote a story about a woman re-gaining her confidence after mastectomy. I wanted to get something into the celebrity category so I made her masseuse an actor. I'm kind of sorry now because I think it buried the story.
 
I was very much moved by the love scene in The Family Stone between Craig T. Nelson and Diane Keeton, when she takes his hand and presses it to her scars. Some time later, I was looking at tattoos, contemplating covering my own small scars from lumpectomy, when I saw a halter top tattoo, so intricate that it covered the mastectomy scars. I wrote a story about a woman re-gaining her confidence after mastectomy. I wanted to get something into the celebrity category so I made her masseuse an actor. I'm kind of sorry now because I think it buried the story.

Yank it out and redo it. I do that all the time with blurts...:D
 
I did end up yanking and re-doing. It ended up in Romance and people were pleased. Thanks for the encouragement. :rose:

Excellent news. And you are welcome. Although all I did was nudge you in the direction you were leaning anyway...:rose:
 
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