http://caracolleen.com ...Poetry, writings, and random thoughts. Sun, 06 Jul 2008 01:07:49 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en At work, we are in the middle of the fiscal year-end close which means everyone is working extra hours to make sure all the company's books balance. Barbara Adams was talking to Debora  and I about a vendor who emailed two directors with a complaint. The vendor complained that she ... http://caracolleen.com/archives/random-laugh/ I watch from afar The bright shooting star Streaming across the night, Heart in my throat, I'm watching it float With brilliantly flaming light. This time I know, Although I've been slow, That I have to let it fly free. No catching its tail (It really is frail), But I trust Creator to see. I see the star climb Through distance and time And ... http://caracolleen.com/archives/shooting-star/ I have posted a new article under my Prose writings titled The Message. It's listed over in the left hand menu of pages. Please check it out! http://caracolleen.com/archives/the-message/ I have a lot of anger inside me— Anger that my bible-quoting father could parade his religion to the world, Then abuse his family behind closed doors, Anger that an idyllic life could be shattered by a man Who didn't believe in committed, unconditional love or faithfulness, Anger that my children have been torn from ... http://caracolleen.com/archives/whose-i-am/ I think of you… All day… every day… You are such an integral part of my life. I can’t not think about you. I am always telling someone How cool you are, How beautiful you are, How imaginative and unique you are. I tell them stories about our time together— Conversations we’ve had, Things we’ve laughed about, Frustrations we’ve dealt with, The ... http://caracolleen.com/archives/to-my-children/ I saw the path ahead converge with others that I know. Each traveled from a separate way into a broader flow. For just a while we interwove our steps into a dance, The time well-spent as everyone enjoyed the happy chance. Some jogged, some ran, some stopped to rest, or linked their arms to ... http://caracolleen.com/archives/journey-dance/ Cold winter night sky, you draw me Up into the crystal clarity that seems So far from where I am on the inside. Even when the city lights obscure the stars With their occasional brilliant glee peeping through, The blackness between the bare branches Offers an internal security blanket. I could stare… all night… Letting all the knots ... http://caracolleen.com/archives/ode-to-a-winter-night/ Somehow... I still wake up and get out of bed in the morning. Somehow... I still care that people love me enough to tell me. Somehow... I still steer through the daily drudgeries Though so many crazy distractions drag at me. Somehow... I keep finding the treasure of family moments. Somehow... I keep remembering how ... http://caracolleen.com/archives/somehow/ I heard my heart echoing emotions long forgotten As I listened to songs so precious so long ago. They are sweet to my soul, reminding me of Things hidden in the treasure chest of memory— Like the tangible abiding love of Jesus It seems I was born with, but at the least Knew when I was ... http://caracolleen.com/archives/awakening/ Society is saturated beyond a capacity to absorb Another drop of Jesus— Heard the message preached at them over and over Until inoculation was complete. Culture repels the efforts of a half-hearted church… A church convinced of its own worthiness Painted white panels against a background Colored by the unrighteousness of the common populace While blind to the ... http://caracolleen.com/archives/humble-men/ I did get one response. My friend suggested people don't want to comment on the quality of my poetry. While I can appreciate that, I would be interested in hearing if what I write strikes a chord with you. Does it make you feel something? Good? Bad? Happy? Angry? Are the ... http://caracolleen.com/archives/feedback-on-the-feedback/ One of the most valuable things you can give to an artist is feedback. When a child brings you his drawing, he doesn't want you to simply accept the gift and continue on as if nothing happened. He expects you to praise him and shower him with accolades, not because ... http://caracolleen.com/archives/feedback/ Whispers of mystery touch my soul when I gaze out the window Waiting for some small sense of something unspeakable To revitalize me, refresh my mind, restore my wonder, and… It seems all the world stops on an instant while echoes of ideas Like wisps of smoke from a snuffed out flame Tickle the edge ... http://caracolleen.com/archives/whimsical-inspiration/ It all seems so much these days. Work, school, home, husband, children, ex-… Feels like the world won’t leave me alone for a minute, Though I’m sure that must be pure exaggeration. A quiet minute where no one expects anything Would be truly heavenly! Better yet, a quiet hour, or a quiet half day Would be even ... http://caracolleen.com/archives/break-out/ Although my tastes have gravitated more towards the visual, Something within me still likes the lines of type That shape the pictures you cannot see. Imagination is far more beautiful than definite image. So I struggle to pen the unseen flight of fancy As my mind modifies the world around me Into palatable, manageable frames called ... http://caracolleen.com/archives/the-art-of-words/