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Sunday, January 18, 2009

weekly winners: skies and eyes


January 11-17, 2009

I didn't have much for this week!


sunset blur
sunset blur

metro sunset
metro sunset

new shades
new shades

frozen eyelashes
frozen eyelashes
After my 8.5-mile run in 10F. I was starting to thaw!



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6 Comments:
At 3:52 PM, January 18, 2009, Anonymous maggie's mind said...

Such a beautiful sky! Love the sunglasses, and brr, that must have been a cold run.

 
At 5:11 PM, January 18, 2009, Anonymous secret agent mama said...

Oh My! Frozen lashes thawing...a diehard are thee!

 
At 12:14 AM, January 19, 2009, Blogger Julie said...

Gorgeous skies! And that is some dedication...running with frozen eyelashes!

 
At 3:42 AM, January 19, 2009, Anonymous connie said...

Beautiful sky shots~♥ your sunglasses~brrr @ the frozen eyelashes!

 
At 3:45 AM, January 19, 2009, Anonymous connie said...

That's the 2cd time that's happened to me while I've been viewing ww's~I hit publish too soon. I'm getting in too much of a hurry trying to get finished so I can get to bed. I think I'm going anyway & just finish up tomorrow.

 
At 5:54 PM, January 21, 2009, Blogger SON OF SPEED RACER said...

Lake of Frozen Tears

To Love No More
is a dreary trek
a trudge across
frozen ice above
a Lake of Frozen Tears
shed over Love Lost.

I see the Pillar of Lost Esteem
towering;
a Wall of Broken Hearts
each telling their story
in the cacophony;

an Ocean of Salted Wounds.

To Love No More
is to begin
a journey
no one wants to take
or reach that destination
we all know is Complete Despair.

Along the way
I see those who gave up;
who've planted
anger-plants to mark their passing;
anger plants growing in
the Jungle of Bitter Regrets.

Swaying plants lash out at you
when you pass
while below your feet
there is the small raging mind-set,
and scattered weeping
abandoned friends.

There are hordes of Self-Flagulaters
and Blamers
who fly overhead
dropping stones;

hordes trekking on and on.

I am buffeted
and
my footing is unstable;
because cracks below my feet
reveal
Mental Instabilities
reaching up
as I walk by
grabbing my legs,
trying to pull me down
below
bottom-less gravity.

I stall on this journey,
for it is clear
to Love Again
in all its hurts
cannot be worse
than this.

I guess I prefer
the risk Loving Once More
and inch
toward feeling again.

 

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