I am feeling ghastly. I think the pastel I ate earlier must have been somewhat offish, but never mind that. I keep in mind the possible weight loss ;)
Tatiana, my gorgeous daughter, is not only too pretty for her own good, but she writes the most amazing stuff. Do pop along and have a look at her poem. She has a whole collection of them she has written over the years, but doesn't consider them good enough for public viewing. Her blog is brand new and I'm trying to convince her to write more.
I am now going off to the kitchen to see if there is anything I can stomach. And hey... its Friday! Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!
FOOTNOTE: I have decided to inlude Tatiana's poetry entry here, in case it's lost on 360.
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Well I'm bored, and was looking for something to post on here... Mom suggested earlier that I post a poem or something of mine on here... Maybe I should =P um... *looks for something to post* Mom suggested this one, I wrote 2 years ago =)
Ancient Words
A quill coming to life,
The hand holding it –
Trembles uncontrollably
Scripts on ancient paper,
A quill laid to rest…
Words that come to life,
That can make you laugh or cry
Ancient words,
Warming ancient hearts
The writer feeling every word he writes,
Yet letting the quill take its own course
Letting it fly along the paper
In its own rhythm
Its own time
Feelings flying to fingertips
Longing to be free,
To be spoken
To be heard…
A gift of words,
Feelings finally spoken of…
Hopes and wishes coming true…
All through words – Feelings
Flying through fingertips
© Tatiana Lasevicius
