Breakfast At Tiffanys

I couldn't put it down.

 

I finally sat down long enough

 

to experience the bite of the unknown

and chilling plunge

into the

first chapter.

Then, as if they had a say in the whole affair

the stringed lights in my garden

flickered in dim unison

like children joined hand-in-hand

whimsically chanting summer's 

END.

BUT

the tale endures.


For it is in the HEART of the story 


where the treasures are found

that ignite the joy

of knowing that the dreams of a child

and the insecurities of an adolescent

can flower into the wisdom of an adult.

Because when you follow the story of your life just remember that

My summer holiday is over 

but the plot thickens.

My students and I are waiting 

to learn that

So before I start on 

my way back to the classroom

 
I just want to tell you that 

Thank you

for a summer of 

letters

laughter

gift exchanges

emails

Skype 

and most of all for the confidence that I can collaborate

with you in creating a place to

forget the troubles of the world 


in order to remember 


what is close to your heart.

Anita

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Sketches of children and Audrey Hepburn: Anita Castles Crowns and Cottages ©

Breathe It All In

I could feel it under my feet

while the fingers that dodged hammers to build

me 

a playhouse that summer

and that deftly 

upholstered furniture from nine to five 

fluttered over ivory stairs 

to the moon.

I heard every calculated measure and responded

 as Claude Debussy transformed mathematical form

into

MOONSHINE.

 But as my daddy played his piano

my young eyes would fill with wonder.

And to this day

my spent eyes well with tears

as I play

yet wonder still

WHAT WAS HE THINKING
 
when he composed

Clair de Lune?

 
Did Debussy behold

the Paris sky

and witness what I cannot see?

I believe he would he say to me,


"If you could only see what I hear."

I will never know what moved him.

But I do know that an artist just simply needs to 

Don't just breathe.

LIVE 

and love forever.


You MUST visit Dawne at Quiddity 2 who kindly allowed me to use her WHIMSICAL and original images of the Paris moon. Just click HERE to see more of her photography and travel log. It is a must-see!

MERCI BEAUCOUP DAWNE 

and my subheader is from her Pinterest board, too! 

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I am blessed

Just Be Splendid

             

There's Room For Us All

Wouldn't it be a thrill if one day 

someone went shopping 

and came home with a parcel that they were eager to unwrap

that wasn't

a MUST-HAVE in the latest color

or a great pair of shoes

but rather

one of my 

published books?

Oh! 

To have my verse officially in print

enveloped and validated

standing at attention amongst other voices

waiting in line to be heard 

and sampled with sweet surprise.

But one August evening

I lowered my eyes from the clouds of high hopes

and fixed my gaze on the reality of each calculated step towards

room 325.

The relaxed mood of the room 
for the writers' soirée 


allayed my fears as I wandered in and 

wondered if

there would be room for me in this group of

new as well as experienced writers 

who came and went as the tide

casting their collections of 

diverse observations


and then
 ebbing into the night of the duty that calls.

I initially feathered in like a thin blank page caught in the wind

of blemished perception.

But I left CHANGED

as forgotten locals

were remembered by a published urban poet.

Some one's grandmother crisply read her romantic 

short story  

ready for submission to a nationwide magazine.
 
I gave constructive feedback.


We connected.

Maybe one day I'll publish something. Anything.

And maybe I won't.

But in the end, it doesn't matter

because if I

 

I will have lived to learn 

that 

there is room for us all. 

Please visit the talented artist, Patricia Cabrera at Woolytales Miniatures to see her latest creation of The Black Swan for which I wrote a guest post. She is gifted and her work says it all. Thank you, my friend, for allowing me the honor.


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