posted February 03, 2014 09:44 AM            

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Love,

posted February 03, 2014 12:27 PM            

Think I'll just weave little tales of how my days have been. Assuming time permits, of course.

It was a dark and stormy night. The wind wove tree threads in a pattern all its own as it keened through barren bough. A crackle broke through the cloud like a whip, shaking all the ground.

The lone figure bowed as his windswept form cut through the fog, following the mournful dirge. This lowing of sound in it's resonantly incessant call was the only wayshower before him. All time ceased as this undulation pulled him to the Light, the only Warmth in this place, the One Light to which he felt he must go.

posted February 24, 2014 06:33 AM            

Was it all meant to be?

Caressing the velvety softness with finger unthinking, she mused to herself.

Thinking to the time; the time before, when the roots underlying ripped and torn from their nest deep within, uncaring they came.

Tell yourself they had right, the right of primogeniture, they would be left to starve...

No, that matters not.

To do that, that we cannot do. Look to the bud, fresh-drawn, newly sprung; to rip them from the soil, Murderous, they were. Murderously keen.

That I could not and would not do.

For look, I too have been torn. Torn and tossed endlessly from wave to wave, planting never to see the fruit. Torn forth from the home I love.

So stay she must. Minding not that the rose must stay. Minding not that once fateful day. No longer do I feel myself a part of this to be.

So the Single Red Rose shall stay.

posted March 02, 2014 12:28 AM            

When journeying to the Land, one must take into account that which is truly fair.

Beauty. That which truly smells sweet, not now only, but ever. When the Rose was Still, it was a Beauty so rare. Precious and Still.

That which echoes in the hills and halls, resonant and right.

So, future deeds remain.

posted March 04, 2014 08:59 AM            

I am using the "Tales from the Lighthouse" bookmark in Honour of this.

And it WAS a Dark and Stormy night...

posted March 04, 2014 09:05 AM            

quote:

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Originally posted by Sibyl:
I just want that chocolate cake.

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posted March 18, 2014 12:06 AM            

I do not know if I ever gave you my
rosy welcome;
so here it is!

To LindaLand!

posted April 23, 2014 05:58 AM            

quote:

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Originally posted by Ellynlvx:

Remembering when first she came, a petal dropped softly...

Was it all meant to be?

Caressing the velvety softness with finger unthinking, she mused to herself.

Thinking to the time; the time before, when the roots underlying ripped and torn from their nest deep within, uncaring they came.

Tell yourself they had right, the right of primogeniture, they would be left to starve...

No, that matters not.

To do that, that we cannot do. Look to the bud, fresh-drawn, newly sprung; to rip them from the soil, Murderous, they were. Murderously keen.

That I could not and would not do.

For look, I too have been torn. Torn and tossed endlessly from wave to wave, planting never to see the fruit. Torn forth from the home I love.

So stay she must. Minding not that the rose must stay. Minding not that once fateful day. No longer do I feel myself a part of this to be.

So the Single Red Rose shall stay.

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Okay, it's happening again.

This is the Rose that I wrote this about.

And I'm almost sure it's A Mister Lincoln.