THE GOOD TIMES – THEY'LL BE MISSED

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 (28 JAN 2012 – For every moment that I wished for something FUN and EXCITING, there is a toll.  For every moment of HAPPINESS, there is a debt.  Sometimes, during the longer stretches of contentment, I forget there will be 'hell' to pay.  dht)

  

Albeit the address on the envelope is wrong, TROUBLE has found its way to my door at last.

The tariff on the GOOD TIMES delivered to my doorstep it seems, is past due.

Now, I regret the moments I complained about the sameness and boredom of my days. 

I'll miss the carefree moments, the joy of peace and contentment, and good health that were mine.

Their price must be paid for with the TOLL-OF-TROUBLE that awaits.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr]

Winter's Calling – Lost Love

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(29 NOV 2011 – Love's bloom died on the branch – never to easily recover from Loss, Pain, and Betrayal.  When does the Pain fade – dull its sharp focus.  The price is too high.  I simply cannot see beyond the gaping maw of my fate before me, though another may.  Some say despair is paramount when one is no longer able to sustain, even for the briefest moment, the notion that all will be well in the end.  Perhaps if they understood how many pieces my heart had broken into, they would then suffer me.  dht)

Slowly – piece-by-piece – is the process of withdrawal unto self, the Spirit withering just as leaves on the tree wither in Winter's calling.

The enfolding warmth of a bright sunny day – loving spouse and Family – fall by the wayside of a troubled Path.

Reality's illusions of Familial Love -- drop away as falling leaves absent the limbs of trees.

Whispers of Lost Love rustle in the breeze, as favorite memories of days gone by -- drop away as dead leaves from barren branches.

As Times passes through Nature's Seasons, the past becomes muted as if the Years belonged to someone else – apart – just as the leaves on the ground seem to have forgotten from whence they sprang.

All Hope of a change of Season – of Heart – with renewed sprouts forthcoming of a Litany of Longing and Affection – died as the fallen leaves from barren branches.

As the last rays of Winter's light withdraws from a frozen Landscape – a cold Heart – the Season falls into Morpheus's embrace with silent tears.

Love's Mystery withered and died – when it should have grown – pushed to the deepest corner of the Heart – where no light shines and only shadows of memories linger.

A new Spring follows the Winter's solstice for some -- for others the Change of Season cannot be weathered and can no longer "move on" with Life's Journey.

Life's Journey is a lesson of survival without Love, without sunshine, without warmth -- bereft of Hope, of Happiness, Youth, Dreams --

Forever Lost – Forever! 

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]

TIME – THE STILLER OF STORMS

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(13 NOV 2011 – How long does it take to cross the stormy waters of hurt, wounds, despair, grief, and betrayal?  A day?  A week?  A year?  A decade?  A Life Time?  Everything in its own Time – especially healing!  Forgiveness and resolution and closure – are but words to the story!  Time is the True guardian of the Heart!  dht)

  

So many of Life's events present trials that challenge the Heart, the Spirit, and the Mind.

As I reflect on some of the most turbulent periods and occasions in my past – it seems the only "True" and lasting balm was "Time".

Sometimes in a "Storm", there is NO rational thought -- just Rage and Fury.  The calm before the Storm is deceptive – and NOT a good gauge of the horrific waves in Fates Decree.

In the midst of conflict, there is NO solution, NO compromise, and NO patience.  The quiet holocaust needs must "play out" in its own way --  Time – the only True Stiller of Life's Storms.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr – 2011]

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DAY's VENUE

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(20 Feb 2011, Sunday --  Just a few words to go with this PIX.  It is astonishing how a few short phrases pierce the gray of your world with a single beam of light. dht)

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WHERE goes the day

Down yester night's passage.

How blind today's privilege

Lost fast in yesterday's grasp.

Tomorrow's dream a pledge

Whence nature's precedence assures.

Breast expanse upon deep breath

While shallow essence sums life's interval.

What key holds true for grantor's trust

Whilst surety and worth stand anon.

Time bespoke metered sameness

Whose vowel foretold spoiled fortune.

Ribbons linger as fragments

Where once whole, a heart full.

Shattered spectrum of hopes

Cast away on ocean's tears.

Love's gamble played and lost

Age of regret the debt.

Once concealed by life's chains

Now released by nature's bail.

What hostage behind the threshold

Where compromise affords release.

What sound the closing door

What venue the open window.

What knock insures a beggars entrance

What token barters the price.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr]

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In this offering:

What do you notice about the words?  Their meaning?  Punctuation?  Sentence structure?  Pairing of Sentences?  First word, middle, or last words of Sentences?  What words could be substituted?  What connection words added for clarity?  What meaning of your own would you assign to these words, phrases, sentences?

--------------- OR, Why didn't you just say so! ---------------

 

Today is just a memory that has passed into yesterday.

Thoughts of yesterday blind you to the beauty of today.

Tomorrow is a new beginning as sure as the sun will rise.

Now the lungs expands, as if you had been living with too little air for a long time, where before your breaths were shallow and the pain too great for deep breathing.

What is the secret to giving your trust to another, while other(s) do nothing to earn and secure your trust?

The rest of your life will be nothing but more of the same ... misfortune.

The ones you LOVED the most in this world, have all cut away a piece of your heart, until all is left are tattered ribbons of melancholy and despair.

A bright future so full of a kaleidoscope of hopes lays shattered, lost and washed away with oceans of tears.

It may be better for some to LOVE and LOSE, than never to LOVE at all; but what price must be paid and for what duration.

The years of aching emptiness and pain are camouflaged in life's daily routine, but soon there will be an end to the pain as nature ends its hold to death's surrender.

Where are the words of forgiveness and compromise that release pain's grip on a broken heart?

The silence of the closing door confuses the opening of a window; as the lack of plain speaking confuses the path to understanding.

What will it cost the one who knocks; and what more must the one who knocks surrender?

 [Dorothy Hazel Tarr] 

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WINDOW DREAMs

How sharp the contrast between

the heart's abode now worn with time's despair

and the gaping mawe of fate with

its distant vistas casting new shades of meaning

on another world (another life, another time, another place)

filled with vibrant colors, sweet breaths, soft gentle breezes,

and LOVE's warm embrace.

 [Dorothy Hazel Tarr]