Showing posts with label Anne Tyler Lord. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anne Tyler Lord. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Compassion's Duality
by
Anne Tyler Lord
Insufficient to reach,
the depths of their hearts,
broken with despair and desperation.
Insufficient to comfort,
the ripples
of fear,
reverberating
through all who care.
Insufficient in form,
to relieve
the suffering
of Humanity,
so close to our hearts.
Sufficient in stillness,
to hold
the pain
observed
all around.
Sufficient in Spirit,
to sense
the mystery
beyond
comprehension.
Sufficient in peace,
to accept
what our heart
is destined
to be given.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Meet Anne Tyler Lord!
Anne Tyler Lord writes several genres of fiction. Anne is writing a romantic suspense novel, R-Evolutionary Nights, started during the 2009 NaNoWriMo, which she won.
She is currently writing serial flash fiction on her blog and is featured on the serial fiction website The Penny Dreadful. She also writes poetry and short stories.
Anne writes a regular feature on her blog, The Writer’s Life, that discusses the wild and wacky life of being a writer and what inspires creativity.
When not writing, she spends most of her days playing with her twins and parenting her cats. She is a psychotherapist who enjoys working with children and families. She also writes non-fiction self-help about parenting and educating gifted children and presents at conferences.
Anne lives near Minneapolis, Minnesota with her husband and boy/girl twins.
You can visit her website at Don’t Fence Me In and follow Anne on Twitter @AnneTylerLord
Love's Note
by
Anne Tyler Lord
Love’s Note was written,
After thoughts,
Between words,
Without obsession.
Love’s Note was played,
Between breaths,
Outside sounds,
Within embrace.
Love’s Note was sent,
With wind,
Around time,
In gardenias.
Love’s Note was not read,
Under sedation,
Through desire,
In enchantment.
Love’s Note was not heard,
Inside hypocrisy,
Around mediocrity,
Over indulgence.
Saturating with silent hypnotic bliss,
Love’s Note, always present.
Awaiting Awareness in obvious sight,
Love’s Note, yearns to be yours.
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