i can’t stop

thinking about the future. hoping to forget the past. struggling through the now.

no matter what. my heart beats strong. my spirit pulses free. my mind journeys beyond the moment.

a runner. waiting for the perfect race. counting down the seconds. taking the pose. head bowed. knees arched. fingers pressed into the earth.

ready?

set?

the world crawls to an aching stillness.

all of creation fixes into perfect silence.

the pop hits the air

stay the course

keep focused

pound the dirt until every limb burns

win.

there is no other choice

i can’t stop

until i touch the void

step across the finish

bring down the boundaries

break the binds

see the eternal light

i am

victorious.

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lenise

Olympic pictogram Athletics

Forever Here

The flame in my heart flickers to renewed life

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Shades of creation,

richly irradiant

answer my beacon

illuminate my spirit

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Against the cloak of the cosmos,

embers of love burst forth with fiery perfection

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Across limitless oceans of midnight space,

flares of desire spiral into eternity

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Ever onward

Continue reading “Forever Here”

Cheers! My first Blogger Nomination!

I am so late with announcing this! Mostly because I was in shock and awe for quite awhile..basking in the warming glow that captured my mind when a fellow blogger included me on his fabulous list of nominees.

Thanks so much to C.C. Charron for making me feel extra special!  If you haven’t already done so, please hop over to his versatile e-gallery Off The Wall

Very Inspiring Blogger Award

Very Inspiring Blogger Award

Here are the requirements for this award:

1. Display the award logo somewhere on the blog.

2. Link back to the blog of the person who nominated you.

3. State seven things about yourself.

4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for the award and provide links to their blogs.

5. Notify those bloggers that they have been nominated and of the award’s requirements.

7 Random Facts about me:

1. Favorite actor / actress – Nicholas Cage and Sandra Bullock  (I’ve seen almost all of their individual movies…yes, even ‘All About Steve’ and ‘Valley Girl’ 🙂 )

2. My new hobby is Etymology ..language and words unite us as a society, why not learn how it all started?

3. I think chocolate should be its own food group

4. I love any dish crafted together in any combination of warm bread, red sauce, and cheese

5. I love nature..from a close distance..as in, lovely photos or short walks with socks pulled up to my knees, and running frantically from villainous-looking bugs and squiggly things

6. Christmas Eve is still the most exciting day of the year for me 😀 ..I love giving presents..and coupons!!

7. I love my family very much..None of us live more than fifteen minutes apart

Enough about me..Here is the best part..I can share the love with others much more deserving of the recognition for their inspiring and unique writing and/or imagery (my top two are well-loved for their contagious smiley faces and kind comments):

The 15 Nominees are…

1.  My story to you.. ♥

2.  Aina’s Blog ♥

3.  Avowel ♥

4.  L&L Photography ♥

5. rastelly ♥

6. PRESIDENTS OF THE SOLAR SYSTEM

7. kenyanideology

8. Source of Inspiration

9. Kira Moore’s Closet

10. FOREVER POETIC

11. ♡ The Tale Of My Heart ♡

12.  AmazinglyBrash

13. LadyRomp

14. STORYTELLER

15. Ratzone’s Blog

Please visit their blogs for a smile, a laugh, to share an intriguing thought, or to be in the presence of creativity at its peak.

Have an awesome night all! ..LL♥ Continue reading “Cheers! My first Blogger Nomination!”

Stormy Night

Cminda Sameba, stormy day
Cminda Sameba, stormy day (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A smiling face, halfway hidden by a fluffy pillow, looks up at me. Love beams bright in that one blue eye.  A sudden stream of tears washes away the endearing vision.  When my eyes open, the dream vanishes back behind the veil of thin air it was summoned from. I know I should abandon these wandering thoughts of you, but the memories refuse to budge.

Never consummated, always a seductive fantasy we danced and teased our way around.  Sweet kisses, cozy hugs, tender words spoken under moonlit skies. That was our story, and it was perfection.  

Kind people say that I should move on toward new horizons. They can’t see how the sun doesn’t appear as golden to me now that I’m perched up on this hilltop all alone.  Lonely in a room filled with lively souls. A feeling that no one else will ever quite understand until the experience is draped around them. Their symphony of laughs isn’t nearly enough to distract me from reminiscing about the quiet giggles we once shared.

I remember a joke whispered from your soft lips paused at my ear.  A small grin tugs my cheeks.  It is one of very few to visit me lately, and there is no promise of another in the near future.  Best friend. Confidant.  Amore. Hero. I miss you. 

The roaring thunder from another approaching storm calls me to sleep again. Again, with you constantly on my mind.

All Text ©2012 Lenise Lee Pubn.  All Rights Reserved.

Falling

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Was I wrong to trust you completely?

Joy is quickly fading

dimming into a faint whisper…almost gone

Was I wrong to abandon my dreams in pursuit of you?

Promises of forever dwindling

so far out of reach now…nearly invisible

Was I wrong to think I would possess your heart like no other before me?

Drained of sparks of hope

waiting for an embrace…never to arrive

Was I wrong to believe you to be my truest love?

If so, tell me please

No more blowing in a dry, aimless wind

slowly

coming

undone

 

©2012 Lenise Lee Pubn. All Rights Reserved.

 

I missed that mark again…

Over these past two years, I’ve spent considerable time contemplating this ‘mark’ I’m supposed to be hitting, and I keep coming up empty.  I’ve seen this word pop up a few times and it never fails to boggle my mind.  Perhaps this is the reason why artists make some of the worst critics for the creative works of their own hands.  As I sit back and allow my memory to float over various tales I have drafted — some published, many idling away on my flash drive — I come up dry every time I try to pin point this exact mark that I should be striving for.  Should I be in tune with the harmony driving the story or worried about if the characters have consummated their lusts fast enough to satisfy the roaming eyes floating across the screen?

Commercialism demands that an artist hit a specific peak to be considered successful; creativity, however, allows for growing pains and whole-hearted blunders…There’s deep meaning behind that badge of honor starving artist. After much thought — plus three websites, an abandoned tweeting account, and two blogs later — I’ve decided that I’m going to do my best never to aim for this elite mark, which dictates both the erratic pace and stifled visionary wellspring of our generational pop culture. Though I can’t say I am guiltless of trying to chase after this deceptive goal, which always seemed so far beyond my efforts, I have come to realize the soul-pinching effects of my error.  I’d rather allow the burgeoning and sometimes off-beat creativity dripping from my fingertips and the shades of colorful fantasy swimming through my mind guide my romantic tales than to willingly destroy the true author budding inside of me in vain pursuit of that ever-ellusive…mark.