Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part six

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part six

i splash, you jump

Continuing on from when it's all wrong, part five in Behind the eyes of a writer™ series, it's obvious to me that creative words come from the heart.

...i see now in your mind

The way you are looking at me now creates an incredible story in me. It goes on for days. Did you know the power of your eyes? The power of us—as my eyes connect with yours, even from the distance, even in pixels that attempt to encapsulate skin and texture?

You are telling me that you would have done it; you would have immersed yourself too because I did. We would have been fools together, yet not, as we would have been truly happy in our moment made for us. It's ok, you whisper, as you wipe my makeup that smeared from my tears. We could not have planned it better if we tried.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part three

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part three

if you think i'm asleep, think again...

Continuing on from when reader meets writer in part two of Behind the eyes of a writer™ series, write with me as if I'm writing you, as if I hear only your voice.

...asleep but not forgotten

As the wind blows, I know why I’m a writer. Because life is in balance; like a seesaw, it tips. I see through a lens that looks for what’s interspersed as opposites—each sting has a petal. I can hear what you see when I am grateful to be alive.

Behind the eyes of a thinker, who disappoints, not. The thought of a dream behind a barrier cannot exist until you see it.

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Learning how to live like a cat

I have wondered lately if it would be possible to live the life of one of my two indoor cats, and if I were to accomplish this endeavor, how relaxed life would be. As I rush around through my days full of schedules and kids, I often remind myself of the solace I will feel when I finally get to relax on the floor—alone in a space to call my own, just big enough for me, for a meditative yoga pose... eyes closed.

But as I break free from my own little world, looking into the universe that my cats call home, I find that they are to be revered as far as wellness is concerned.

I once told a friend of mine that I'm taking a two week vacation, yet to stay at home. My vacation was to be at home and live the life of a cat.

I would wake up when I please, get someone to make me food and change my water, and then look for a warm, sunny spot to chill for awhile. If it got too loud, I would retreat to a cozy, cavelike spot surrounded with all things warm and fluffy. I would sleep for hours, only to wake when I missed the people I love.

I would then make my way to them to cuddle with glee, purr loudly and enjoy my bliss—sometimes by a bonus fireplace—and life would be complete.

Meow.

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Poetry for the medical world

Some poetry I wrote for various web site pages of an aesthetic surgery and skin rejuvenation client of mine.

you know that you

participate

in what you are creating
~ r.e.l. 2012

recognized,

your own voice freed

from criticism,

your face lit up
~ r.e.l. 2012

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A fine ordinary moment, morning coffee

Dear fine moment... my first few sips of coffee,

You change my life. You hold a memory of all other days, alive with transitions from dreamy to present.

As the fog clears, starry-eyed, I begin to plan my day in a fine moment.

You witness me as my dreams come to mind, as I walk in the shadows of time becoming conscious.

And in the peace of my home before the storm, children sleeping, cats purring, sun rising, even though you don't last long, you help me realize...

That fine moments in life exist...

p.s. Red wine, you too have your moments.

© 2011 R.E.L. Copywriting