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Attention!

Hi, my Prose friends! I am working on a new project that I would love your assistance on please! If any of you have looked in the bookstore, I have had a few books that I have posted and have actually played with and worked with quite a bit, trying to figure out how to present them. I would like to be a bit more professional with this so I have taken some down that are in maintenance and will return when completed. 

       My book called "Lift Me Up", is the book I need your assistance on right now. I am in the process of doing a self-publish on this and would love some feedback from my Prose friends in regards to content and quality. I am presenting here, the way in which I intend to publish and will have it completed sometime this week with the final chapters added. This is just a simple book of spiritual poetry. You can disregard images at this point, because I probably will not be using these. When you get the chance, I would love your feedback and general honest opinion, critique, whatever you feel inclined to give on this  book. Individual feedback on each piece is not necessary, I am specifically looking to to see if the work blends. Not looking for individual critique necessarily, although it is welcome. I am more wanting to hear things like....."I don't think this one fits" these go well together.....or perhaps this one should go before that one....I know these are of a personal choice, but I value your opinion on the structure of the book. I hope that explains what I am looking for more. And you don't have to wait until I am finished adding all the chapters. There are enough chapters already there.  Whatever you can do, I would be indebted to you for the same. I value each of your opinions and it would deeply be appreciated.

Thanks so much!

Robin

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Written by RubyPond
Attention!
Hi, my Prose friends! I am working on a new project that I would love your assistance on please! If any of you have looked in the bookstore, I have had a few books that I have posted and have actually played with and worked with quite a bit, trying to figure out how to present them. I would like to be a bit more professional with this so I have taken some down that are in maintenance and will return when completed. 
       My book called "Lift Me Up", is the book I need your assistance on right now. I am in the process of doing a self-publish on this and would love some feedback from my Prose friends in regards to content and quality. I am presenting here, the way in which I intend to publish and will have it completed sometime this week with the final chapters added. This is just a simple book of spiritual poetry. You can disregard images at this point, because I probably will not be using these. When you get the chance, I would love your feedback and general honest opinion, critique, whatever you feel inclined to give on this  book. Individual feedback on each piece is not necessary, I am specifically looking to to see if the work blends. Not looking for individual critique necessarily, although it is welcome. I am more wanting to hear things like....."I don't think this one fits" these go well together.....or perhaps this one should go before that one....I know these are of a personal choice, but I value your opinion on the structure of the book. I hope that explains what I am looking for more. And you don't have to wait until I am finished adding all the chapters. There are enough chapters already there.  Whatever you can do, I would be indebted to you for the same. I value each of your opinions and it would deeply be appreciated.



Thanks so much!

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Chapter 81 of Lift Me Up
Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Takes My Breath Away

In breaths more shallow than that which calls

Upon the sighs and whispered awes

of those amazed and taking pause

at these majestic waterfalls 

Thy beauty roars with a powered skill

gives onward lookers  a needed thrill

brings contemplation to my still

- a memory for which to seal 

Now breathless  left, yet still, I strive

To understand how nature thrives

Fills my heart and sparks my drive

To appreciate - I am alive!

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Chapter 81 of Lift Me Up
Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Takes My Breath Away
In breaths more shallow than that which calls
Upon the sighs and whispered awes
of those amazed and taking pause
at these majestic waterfalls 

Thy beauty roars with a powered skill
gives onward lookers  a needed thrill
brings contemplation to my still
- a memory for which to seal 

Now breathless  left, yet still, I strive
To understand how nature thrives
Fills my heart and sparks my drive
To appreciate - I am alive!

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The writer of the best short story from this challenge wins a ProWritingAid Lifetime License, worth $140. Take the terribly-written adverb-laden outline of a story below and use your own voice to make it amazing. Maybe it's sci-fi, maybe it's romance, maybe it's thriller...it's up to you: The door was opened and they looked out. She was very surprised. He looked very worried. They went quickly to find out more. She slowly picked up the object and it all finally made sense.
Written by RubyPond

A Dead End

It was almost 2:00 p.m. The service was about to start and he wasn't there yet. She kept her eyes low and tried not to look around at anyone. Looking down at her hands she noticed how hard she was squeezing the tissue in her hand. Her knuckles were actually white. Finally, she felt a hand on her shoulder and he scooted past her to sit on the pew beside her. "Oh my God! Where have you been?" She scolded through clenched teeth.

     "I'm here! That's all that matters!" He adjusted his tie and cleared his throat as he sat down. They sat quietly through the remainder of the service. As the Reverend began the dismissal prayer she stood and walked quickly to the back of the church. He followed close behind. As she made it to the parking lot, she walked to the side of a building and lit a cigarette. "Regina, what the hell are you doing?" He grabbed her arm and looked at her with wild eyes.

     "Dammit Jay, I just had to get out of there. I couldn't make myself go up there and look into that coffin one more time!" Her green eyes were actually wet with moisture as if she had really been crying. "It was giving me the creeps!"

      "Come on, you have to go back in. Before they close the lid. Now is the only time we have. If you don't get it now, it is gone forever!" He realized he was gritting his teeth but, that ring was worth $350,000 dollars and he was not about to let her walk away without it.

   

  "Alright! Alright! It's not like they can continue without me. I'm the wife!" She pushed a strand of her red hair behind her ear and dropped her cigarette into the soil.  She straightened her dress and they both looked up and the door was open. "Shh..", she started to say as she quickly walked toward the building. Jay strolled behind and the funeral director met her halfway.

     "Mrs. Cobb. do you need more time? We can play the video again if you like or perhaps more music?" She could see the beaded perspiration on his brow.

     "I'm fine! The last thing I need is to drag this out." She realized how he was looking at her friend and quickly spoke up. "My brother, Nick." She said gesturing toward the impeccably dressed man standing beside her.  His face loosened a bit as he extended a sweaty hand toward him. 

     "Mr. Jones, do you think that I could have a moment with my husband before we go to the cemetery? Alone?" She was trying to grab at any emotional memory in her mind that might possibly bring a tear to her eye.

     "You mean, you want me to clear the room? Normally, the pallbearers take the deceased out to the hearse before the dismissal." He had a look of horror on his face.

     "No! I mean, could you have the pallbearers wait until everyone leaves and I have a few more moments. I know the procession will be waiting, but.." She managed to make one lone tear slip from her eye.

     "Now, now! We can do that! Not a problem at all, Mrs. Cobb." He gently put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her along in the direction of the church.

     Regina got her moment and Jay watched from behind. As she gently picked up his cold hand she couldn't help but gasp! They both knew they had been doublecrossed when they saw the ring was missing.

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The writer of the best short story from this challenge wins a ProWritingAid Lifetime License, worth $140. Take the terribly-written adverb-laden outline of a story below and use your own voice to make it amazing. Maybe it's sci-fi, maybe it's romance, maybe it's thriller...it's up to you: The door was opened and they looked out. She was very surprised. He looked very worried. They went quickly to find out more. She slowly picked up the object and it all finally made sense.
Written by RubyPond
A Dead End
It was almost 2:00 p.m. The service was about to start and he wasn't there yet. She kept her eyes low and tried not to look around at anyone. Looking down at her hands she noticed how hard she was squeezing the tissue in her hand. Her knuckles were actually white. Finally, she felt a hand on her shoulder and he scooted past her to sit on the pew beside her. "Oh my God! Where have you been?" She scolded through clenched teeth.

     "I'm here! That's all that matters!" He adjusted his tie and cleared his throat as he sat down. They sat quietly through the remainder of the service. As the Reverend began the dismissal prayer she stood and walked quickly to the back of the church. He followed close behind. As she made it to the parking lot, she walked to the side of a building and lit a cigarette. "Regina, what the hell are you doing?" He grabbed her arm and looked at her with wild eyes.

     "Dammit Jay, I just had to get out of there. I couldn't make myself go up there and look into that coffin one more time!" Her green eyes were actually wet with moisture as if she had really been crying. "It was giving me the creeps!"

      "Come on, you have to go back in. Before they close the lid. Now is the only time we have. If you don't get it now, it is gone forever!" He realized he was gritting his teeth but, that ring was worth $350,000 dollars and he was not about to let her walk away without it.
   
  "Alright! Alright! It's not like they can continue without me. I'm the wife!" She pushed a strand of her red hair behind her ear and dropped her cigarette into the soil.  She straightened her dress and they both looked up and the door was open. "Shh..", she started to say as she quickly walked toward the building. Jay strolled behind and the funeral director met her halfway.

     "Mrs. Cobb. do you need more time? We can play the video again if you like or perhaps more music?" She could see the beaded perspiration on his brow.

     "I'm fine! The last thing I need is to drag this out." She realized how he was looking at her friend and quickly spoke up. "My brother, Nick." She said gesturing toward the impeccably dressed man standing beside her.  His face loosened a bit as he extended a sweaty hand toward him. 

     "Mr. Jones, do you think that I could have a moment with my husband before we go to the cemetery? Alone?" She was trying to grab at any emotional memory in her mind that might possibly bring a tear to her eye.

     "You mean, you want me to clear the room? Normally, the pallbearers take the deceased out to the hearse before the dismissal." He had a look of horror on his face.

     "No! I mean, could you have the pallbearers wait until everyone leaves and I have a few more moments. I know the procession will be waiting, but.." She managed to make one lone tear slip from her eye.

     "Now, now! We can do that! Not a problem at all, Mrs. Cobb." He gently put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her along in the direction of the church.

     Regina got her moment and Jay watched from behind. As she gently picked up his cold hand she couldn't help but gasp! They both knew they had been doublecrossed when they saw the ring was missing.
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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

.........Teardrop..........

  The hours pass       and tears collect

    Each small drip, my pain relieved

       Another drop........I   checked

        Rained down and received

             

                 Dirty water

                   Replaces

                    Old love

                      Pain

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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
.........Teardrop..........
  The hours pass       and tears collect
    Each small drip, my pain relieved
       Another drop........I   checked
        Rained down and received
             
                 Dirty water
                   Replaces
                    Old love
                      Pain


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Desert Hearts

As dry and bleak, the dunes in image lay

Those million grains, you can compare they say

To hearts in one direction on a path

Been broken, left a mess, the aftermath

The multitudes too many, one can't count

They pile and form again, a little mount

And just as sands, so easy trampled, lie

Deserted, stand alone, these hearts will die

These miles and miles, stretched long, without a sea

to quench a thirst and break monotony

No, these dunes sit beneath a scorching sun

All wishing  they had never loved someone

If there a place to store forsaken love

'Twould be a dry desert like that above

Bare feet could not withstand the scorch laid here

Nor, love afford the burn heartache does sear

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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Desert Hearts
As dry and bleak, the dunes in image lay
Those million grains, you can compare they say
To hearts in one direction on a path
Been broken, left a mess, the aftermath

The multitudes too many, one can't count
They pile and form again, a little mount
And just as sands, so easy trampled, lie
Deserted, stand alone, these hearts will die

These miles and miles, stretched long, without a sea
to quench a thirst and break monotony
No, these dunes sit beneath a scorching sun
All wishing  they had never loved someone

If there a place to store forsaken love
'Twould be a dry desert like that above
Bare feet could not withstand the scorch laid here
Nor, love afford the burn heartache does sear

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CotW #65: Write a story about infidelity. The most eloquent, elegant, entertaining entry, ascertained by Prose, earns $100 and stays atop the Spotlight shelf for six straight days. Feel free to invite friends, distant family, even strange acquaintances to play this challenge with you anonymously. Please use #ProseChallenge #itslit for sharing online.
Written by RubyPond

Poor Judy

If I'd told him once, I'd told him a thousand times, "You belong to me!" So you can imagine my surprise when I found the number tucked away in his wallet. "Judy Westbrook, Southeast Realty." Wonder where he picked her up at? No telling! Well, I told him not to screw me over! He didn't listen! Now, he's going to be sorry! Let's just find out where this Judy lives. 

     I picked up the phone and dialed Southeast Realty. "Southeast Realty, Kevin Warner, what's your favorite side of town?" 

     "May I speak with Judy please?" She's probably out to lunch with my husband, I was thinking. Damn, I should have called Steve first and found out his whereabouts. 

     "Judy, line 2." I heard him say and then the click of the phone as he put me on hold. 

 

     "Judy Westbrook, it's a beautiful day to go house hunting!" Her voice was high and sickeningly sweet and her southern accent made me want to vomit! 

     "Judy, hi! Paula Swanson here!" I couldn't believe I came up with the name so quickly. I was not really prepared to speak with her. I assumed she would be out for lunch and I could ask around about her. But, my plans did not quite turn out that way. "Steve Burkley referred you to me." I held my breath waiting for her response. I could feel the tension rising between my eyes.

     "Oh, yes Steve! He didn't tell me he was referring me to anyone. I'll have to have a chat with him about that. I do like to be prepared!" I bet you do, I thought to myself. I continued making arrangements with her under the pretense that I wanted to see a few houses and I was banking on the fact that hopefully, Steve had not shown her any pictures of me. 

     It didn't take very long actually. She was a frail little thing. The knife just slipped right in. Easy in, easy out. She was so unsuspecting! Asking her to meet me at that abandoned site and using the excuse that I was looking for a place to build. It was rather clever of me, I thought. She was a small thing too, which made it easy for me to dispose of the body. Probably what he liked about her. Her petiteness! Damn him. Poor Steve, has no girlfriend anymore! Well, serves you right Jerk! Infidelity never pays!

     When I got home it was rather late and I was surprised to see the lights still on and Steve was obviously awake. Ha! He probably was wondering why he couldn't get a hold of his girlfriend tonight. "Because she's dead!" I giggled. 

     When I walked in the house, Steve met me at the door with a dozen roses and a glass of wine! I was shocked, honestly. I thought, for sure he would be sick with worry about not being able to reach his girlfriend. "Darling, you look beautiful! Come in and sit down! I have a huge surprise for you! He took me by the hand and led me to the desk in the corner and sat me down in front of the computer.  He leaned across my shoulder and pushed a couple of keys and what came up on the screen well, I could not believe my eyes! There she was! Judy! A big smiling Judy! Damn him! And she was just standing there in that tight fitting skirt with her petite self! Holding a sign and trying to look cute! The sign said "sold". Typical of Steve to taunt me with a picture of his girlfriend. I suppose he thought he was going to ask for a divorce. "Nope! Not getting it! I told you, you are mine!" I was thinking.

     "Do you like it?" He asked.

     I was confused. Why would he be asking me that? "Like what? Judy's tight-ass skirt? Her curvy legs? What the hell?" I was disgusted!

     "It's yours! Ours! Bought and paid for!" 

     "What?"  Judy, is a prostitute?  My head was reeling. And then it started to make sense to me. "You bought a house!"

     "Yes, silly! You don't really think I was working late the last few nights, did you? This is what I was doing! The real estate lady worked late just for me! Let's see, what was her name? Hmm, I can't remember, I have her card here somewhere. Oh well, anyway she found the perfect house for us!" I felt my face growing pale. He wasn't having an affair, after all, he was buying me a house! Poor Judy! Hmm! - Or was he? Jerk!

  

   

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Written by RubyPond
Poor Judy
If I'd told him once, I'd told him a thousand times, "You belong to me!" So you can imagine my surprise when I found the number tucked away in his wallet. "Judy Westbrook, Southeast Realty." Wonder where he picked her up at? No telling! Well, I told him not to screw me over! He didn't listen! Now, he's going to be sorry! Let's just find out where this Judy lives. 

     I picked up the phone and dialed Southeast Realty. "Southeast Realty, Kevin Warner, what's your favorite side of town?" 

     "May I speak with Judy please?" She's probably out to lunch with my husband, I was thinking. Damn, I should have called Steve first and found out his whereabouts. 

     "Judy, line 2." I heard him say and then the click of the phone as he put me on hold. 
 
     "Judy Westbrook, it's a beautiful day to go house hunting!" Her voice was high and sickeningly sweet and her southern accent made me want to vomit! 

     "Judy, hi! Paula Swanson here!" I couldn't believe I came up with the name so quickly. I was not really prepared to speak with her. I assumed she would be out for lunch and I could ask around about her. But, my plans did not quite turn out that way. "Steve Burkley referred you to me." I held my breath waiting for her response. I could feel the tension rising between my eyes.

     "Oh, yes Steve! He didn't tell me he was referring me to anyone. I'll have to have a chat with him about that. I do like to be prepared!" I bet you do, I thought to myself. I continued making arrangements with her under the pretense that I wanted to see a few houses and I was banking on the fact that hopefully, Steve had not shown her any pictures of me. 

     It didn't take very long actually. She was a frail little thing. The knife just slipped right in. Easy in, easy out. She was so unsuspecting! Asking her to meet me at that abandoned site and using the excuse that I was looking for a place to build. It was rather clever of me, I thought. She was a small thing too, which made it easy for me to dispose of the body. Probably what he liked about her. Her petiteness! Damn him. Poor Steve, has no girlfriend anymore! Well, serves you right Jerk! Infidelity never pays!

     When I got home it was rather late and I was surprised to see the lights still on and Steve was obviously awake. Ha! He probably was wondering why he couldn't get a hold of his girlfriend tonight. "Because she's dead!" I giggled. 

     When I walked in the house, Steve met me at the door with a dozen roses and a glass of wine! I was shocked, honestly. I thought, for sure he would be sick with worry about not being able to reach his girlfriend. "Darling, you look beautiful! Come in and sit down! I have a huge surprise for you! He took me by the hand and led me to the desk in the corner and sat me down in front of the computer.  He leaned across my shoulder and pushed a couple of keys and what came up on the screen well, I could not believe my eyes! There she was! Judy! A big smiling Judy! Damn him! And she was just standing there in that tight fitting skirt with her petite self! Holding a sign and trying to look cute! The sign said "sold". Typical of Steve to taunt me with a picture of his girlfriend. I suppose he thought he was going to ask for a divorce. "Nope! Not getting it! I told you, you are mine!" I was thinking.

     "Do you like it?" He asked.

     I was confused. Why would he be asking me that? "Like what? Judy's tight-ass skirt? Her curvy legs? What the hell?" I was disgusted!

     "It's yours! Ours! Bought and paid for!" 

     "What?"  Judy, is a prostitute?  My head was reeling. And then it started to make sense to me. "You bought a house!"

     "Yes, silly! You don't really think I was working late the last few nights, did you? This is what I was doing! The real estate lady worked late just for me! Let's see, what was her name? Hmm, I can't remember, I have her card here somewhere. Oh well, anyway she found the perfect house for us!" I felt my face growing pale. He wasn't having an affair, after all, he was buying me a house! Poor Judy! Hmm! - Or was he? Jerk!
  
   
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Chapter 74 of Lift Me Up
Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Healing Sands, Healing Hands

Sandy shores lay still 

let the grains drift out to sea

hold me 'til I feel

that sweet serenity

Fold me 'neath the tide

as you pull and tug the land

just a short bit while I hide

amongst these many grains of sand

Salt me for to cure

the hurting in my heart

and clean my wound to pure

back to my innocent start

Lose me in the multitude

of grains upon the beach

where I will seek the solitude

of the promise in my reach

Oh, let me be that one lone part

that clings to all the rest

just to save my aching heart

that beats beneath my breast

Bury me in the pits

"neath the castles made at play

where trapped my body sits

for restitution I'm to pay

For, if I've not a thing to feel

nor recognize my tears

then better keep me still

until it all becomes quite clear

So sun me 'neath the aqua skies

heal me outside first and then

turn me inside out and wise

until my faith's returned again

Then dig me from the pits

wash the salty grit from skin

and bring me from my guilt

then start me new again

Now, fold my knees beneath me

turn my head toward He who soothes

Place me near that roaring sea

Where the earth shifts place and moves

Take these healing grains of time

 fill my bottle with the sand

then give my hourglass, in kind

to the Master of my plans

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Chapter 74 of Lift Me Up
Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Healing Sands, Healing Hands
Sandy shores lay still 
let the grains drift out to sea
hold me 'til I feel
that sweet serenity

Fold me 'neath the tide
as you pull and tug the land
just a short bit while I hide
amongst these many grains of sand

Salt me for to cure
the hurting in my heart
and clean my wound to pure
back to my innocent start

Lose me in the multitude
of grains upon the beach
where I will seek the solitude
of the promise in my reach

Oh, let me be that one lone part
that clings to all the rest
just to save my aching heart
that beats beneath my breast

Bury me in the pits
"neath the castles made at play
where trapped my body sits
for restitution I'm to pay

For, if I've not a thing to feel
nor recognize my tears
then better keep me still
until it all becomes quite clear

So sun me 'neath the aqua skies
heal me outside first and then
turn me inside out and wise
until my faith's returned again

Then dig me from the pits
wash the salty grit from skin
and bring me from my guilt
then start me new again

Now, fold my knees beneath me
turn my head toward He who soothes
Place me near that roaring sea
Where the earth shifts place and moves

Take these healing grains of time
 fill my bottle with the sand
then give my hourglass, in kind
to the Master of my plans


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Chapter 75 of Lift Me Up
Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Coming Together (An Illusion)

As I was out and walking 'round

a bit depressed and feeling down

My feelings left to some confusion

a strange and rather weird illusion

My head not quite where it should be

and feeling out of sorts you see

Mirrored, caught on placid ground

shadows followed and pulled me down

My image moving and matched in stride 

my world reflected seemed to glide

And as the sun moved down the sky

It sparkled in my shimmering eye

Then in that moment, as dark fell wide

My soul laid down and seemed to glide

My shadowed form, tucked in a groove

Frozen there and couldn't move

That part of me, immobile, still

as if it had its own free will

An image shone, in light reflective

now so still and introspective

And though I tugged and pulled to free

It really got the best of me

Winded now, too tired to care

I folded legs and sat to stare

Out into space and nighttime skies

observing all with weary eyes

And freeing up my mind to think

my circumstance did really stink

And in the dark where shadows met

my imaged self, not even wet!

Now how to get the two together?

Bring one up and use a tether?

Perhaps to rise from down beneath

the one below could maybe reach?

Oh, this dilemma had me stumped

with fingers on my head, I thumped

and just when I was on the brink

about to solve with one good think

A change took place and I did see

something strange in front of me!

It happened with no warning sign

soul to soul and mind to mind

the upturned me from down below

rose up and grabbed the dark shadow

then pulled and yanked and tugged, I did

'til all was tucked and neatly hid

upon the top and placid pond

 we joined together and formed a bond

A satisfying moment passed

when together I was put at last

not to part our worlds again

to stay adjoined until the end

We all have times when things are rough

a time when you've just had enough

It's not so fun when split apart

your soul from mind and mind from heart

so c'mon get your head on right

division not a pleasant sight

So, if your feeling torn apart

a bit uneasy and bitter heart

your head not quite where it should be

and feeling out of sorts like me

Go walk upon a mirrored lake

give yourself a needed break

Take that moment to just reflect

and try and gain some introspect

A shambled mess can be, its true

But, good to take some time for you!

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Chapter 75 of Lift Me Up
Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Coming Together (An Illusion)
As I was out and walking 'round
a bit depressed and feeling down
My feelings left to some confusion
a strange and rather weird illusion

My head not quite where it should be
and feeling out of sorts you see
Mirrored, caught on placid ground
shadows followed and pulled me down
My image moving and matched in stride 
my world reflected seemed to glide
And as the sun moved down the sky
It sparkled in my shimmering eye
Then in that moment, as dark fell wide
My soul laid down and seemed to glide
My shadowed form, tucked in a groove
Frozen there and couldn't move
That part of me, immobile, still
as if it had its own free will
An image shone, in light reflective
now so still and introspective
And though I tugged and pulled to free
It really got the best of me

Winded now, too tired to care
I folded legs and sat to stare
Out into space and nighttime skies
observing all with weary eyes
And freeing up my mind to think
my circumstance did really stink
And in the dark where shadows met
my imaged self, not even wet!

Now how to get the two together?
Bring one up and use a tether?
Perhaps to rise from down beneath
the one below could maybe reach?

Oh, this dilemma had me stumped
with fingers on my head, I thumped
and just when I was on the brink
about to solve with one good think
A change took place and I did see
something strange in front of me!


It happened with no warning sign
soul to soul and mind to mind
the upturned me from down below
rose up and grabbed the dark shadow
then pulled and yanked and tugged, I did
'til all was tucked and neatly hid
upon the top and placid pond
 we joined together and formed a bond
A satisfying moment passed
when together I was put at last
not to part our worlds again
to stay adjoined until the end

We all have times when things are rough
a time when you've just had enough
It's not so fun when split apart
your soul from mind and mind from heart
so c'mon get your head on right
division not a pleasant sight
So, if your feeling torn apart
a bit uneasy and bitter heart
your head not quite where it should be
and feeling out of sorts like me
Go walk upon a mirrored lake
give yourself a needed break
Take that moment to just reflect
and try and gain some introspect

A shambled mess can be, its true
But, good to take some time for you!

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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (April) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘Twilight, and the ocean breaks…’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
Written by RubyPond

Unremarkable

Twilight and the ocean breaks

rippled light highlights the wake

alone 'neath skies of charcoal, bleak

I look for strength yet, find I'm weak

Peace lingers and surrounds in dark

a heart laid drowned and bitter stark

And yet, the tide just will not give give

the hope for one is not to live

Light creeping seems a bit wicked

breath stolen, in this vicious liquid

enfolded in this dark despair

and no one seems to care

Twilight and the ocean breaks

The universe reflects mistakes

moonlight ripples wide

washed away within the tide

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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (April) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘Twilight, and the ocean breaks…’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
Written by RubyPond
Unremarkable
Twilight and the ocean breaks
rippled light highlights the wake
alone 'neath skies of charcoal, bleak
I look for strength yet, find I'm weak

Peace lingers and surrounds in dark
a heart laid drowned and bitter stark
And yet, the tide just will not give give
the hope for one is not to live

Light creeping seems a bit wicked
breath stolen, in this vicious liquid
enfolded in this dark despair
and no one seems to care

Twilight and the ocean breaks
The universe reflects mistakes
moonlight ripples wide
washed away within the tide



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Chapter 83 of Lift Me Up
Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Sweet Serenades of Faith

My soul sings and settles

Just as the mist falls

Over the the valley

Unrested 

On wings that climb

and soar - then coast

I tally

my thoughts 

vested in rhyme

like a poem or song

mucked with

fear, in mourning

with silent shouts

It echoes across

the misted sky

like music to my ear

loud is my prayer

in word and psalm

unsoothed and weeping

the last tear

From the calm

still lair

that lies below

faith eludes me

like a wild beast,

a small fox

taunted, I'm showed

and am now the least

Yet, I dare

to follow

eyes glued

 to the 

shimmer of hope

as I watch it

trail behind,

rise, then move

Still I see

through the blind

of my doubt

And like an angel

-halo donned

thrilled

but, so innocently failed

I turn, bow 

and on knees that bear

all costs, 

deemed unworthy

- my spirit wailed

my reverence avowed

by all means

lost

 And there, 

in my empty place

my barrenness

and shamed face

A warm embrace, 

takes me home

 and rests me

and I listen

to the

sweet sweet whispers

in air 

of that-

amazing grace

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Chapter 83 of Lift Me Up
Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Sweet Serenades of Faith
My soul sings and settles
Just as the mist falls
Over the the valley
Unrested 

On wings that climb
and soar - then coast
I tally
my thoughts 
vested in rhyme
like a poem or song
mucked with
fear, in mourning
with silent shouts

It echoes across
the misted sky
like music to my ear
loud is my prayer
in word and psalm
unsoothed and weeping
the last tear

From the calm
still lair
that lies below
faith eludes me
like a wild beast,
a small fox
taunted, I'm showed
and am now the least

Yet, I dare
to follow
eyes glued
 to the 
shimmer of hope
as I watch it
trail behind,
rise, then move

Still I see
through the blind
of my doubt

And like an angel
-halo donned
thrilled
but, so innocently failed

I turn, bow 
and on knees that bear
all costs, 
deemed unworthy
- my spirit wailed
my reverence avowed
by all means
lost

 And there, 
in my empty place
my barrenness
and shamed face

A warm embrace, 
takes me home
 and rests me
and I listen
to the
sweet sweet whispers
in air 
of that-
amazing grace


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