Thoughts

I woke up this morning, couldn't sleep, and it was so dark...thought is was the middle of the night...the clock said 7:09 - another dark, rainy day.  But alas, our clocks change automatically, so in reality it was only 6:09...the day is now dawning and it looks to be a beauty!  Blue skies, sunny...birds already singing their songs!  I am filled with wonder and happiness that I am here - truly blessed.

Yesterday was  a good day.  We ventured out and about.  Went to the farmer's market and bought our fresh produce for the week; stopped by a flea market and purchased a few goodies - a cast iron skillet, a veggie griller, and I purchased two books - just couldn't resist.  Went to a nursery to investigate various soils for our garden; then home again.  It was good to spend the day with my love - I miss him during the week.

As much as I tell myself I will never by another book until I read all those I have (which are many), it doesn't work.  I bought an Alexander Dumas novel entitled 'The Vicomte de Bragelonne' and a John Bartlett book 'Familiar Quotations'...got both for $3 and they are hardback.  No paperbacks for me...wimpy are paperbacks.  I love the feel of hardbacks, and the older, the better.  In this I am so like my Daddy...I definitely inherited his love of books; and though my husband doesn't completely understand my lunacy, when we moved here he ensured that I had a library - he was insistent.  I love this room - can sit here for hours - just gazing at my books - they give me peace and comfort.  Very hard to explain.  I believe it's a feeling only a few know - those who truly love the written word.  

On my second cup of coffee now...my sweet Dulcinea is sitting on the ottoman, sleeping; my husband is on his computer with Miss Marplestein on his lap.  I love the serenity of such mornings. 

Due to certain circumstances, I have not written a poem since November 2009...the other night, inspiration struck - below is my latest creation:
 Waiting

Sitting here, waiting
as I often do;
hoping and praying
some comfort from you.
but word never comes,
it hasn't for years;
and yet here I wait,
alone in my tears.
waiting and watching,
still living a lie;
my heart won't forget,
my love will not die. 

Copyright © Kristina M. Hooper, 03/13/2010

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  1. KristinaSunday, 14 March, 2010

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  2. Scarlett BlackSunday, 14 March, 2010

    Oh my!!! What incredible thoughts for the day!!! Soooo moving! I LOVE the poem - brought tears to my eyes!

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  3. KristinaSunday, 14 March, 2010

    Thank you...I appreciate your thoughts...

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  4. UnknownMonday, 15 March, 2010

    How's it going this day

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  5. JosephineWednesday, 12 May, 2010

    Loverly

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