A drop of talk and some caring mentions; some people he knew and some he started to know; dashes of pure engagement and thought; timely replies and words of encouragement; enjoyable meetings with friends online and offline; sharing some jokes, some stories, some food and some beer. His Klout and his clout surged up and ascended to the far reaching horizon. It was really quite…
Sylvia Plath, whose tragic story I talked about in another post, wrote quite a few poems. I happened to find one of these, Lady Lazarus, read by her. The power and strength in her voice, combined with the awe-inspiring words make this a great listen. (Courtesy of http://www.youtube.com/user/mishima1970)
On wings of dappled pink and fawn, My longing pines in the shadows. To emerge, When the air is heavy With the scent of your yearning.
When I think of perfection, I think about your smile; When I think of a destination, I think about your arms; When I think of peace, I think about your words; When I think of you, I think about heaven.
She believed in angels, in starry nights and rainbow coloured dreams. She believed in smiles, in flying bears and bright pink fairies. She believed in love, in joyful giving and warm glowing togetherness. This little dove, In a dress stained crimson and cheeks lacking skin, What does she believe now, as she lies strewn over the battle field? Dedicated to the Ahmadis and the people…
