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Beautiful Photography From Leanne Cole

Leanne Cole PHOTOGRAPHY

This week I thought we could talk about these posts, what is good about them, what you like, and maybe what we can do with them next year. It is the time of year to be winding down, so I didn’t want to do anything heavy today, I know many are very busy getting ready for Christmas next year, so I thought we could have a post here on Up for Discussion.

Guest Posting

I have loved having people guest post.  It has been interesting and gives you all more diversity having others come in and discuss things that I don’t know anything about.  IMG_20140921_231953

It is also a great opportunity for me to learn something new as well. They are something I would like to continue next year, though finding people to guest post isn’t always easy.

It has been wonderful when people have come to me with an…

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The Photograph

The Photograph

A patina of Gold washed them from the captured sun filtered by carefully landscaped trees these bathing beauties that have been since Greece was in the age of Gold and here they were again alive in bodies I would never experience as my own. Oh how a dreamed of being one such as these…but even youth, while unappreciated, still could not allow me to compare with such goddesses on earth…I was born alone…struggling to stay inside my mother’s womb as the horrible realization of what I had chosen washed over me but it was too late and cold tongs squeezed my head to hard and yanked me out….I watch the picture sometimes and fancy I am one of them…..for a moment…..golden sure and striding with the step of only those that know their worth….Now days are full of rocking loneliness as steady as the drip from icicles hanging off the roof and as cold. Was there ever a day this odd apartness was not such a specter in the scheme of reality that I could overcome the thousands of days I would have to live without Gold.

coryright Mary S, Ahmed

Once

Fare thee well to all that was….this is life.
Moments flashing past as bits of light…
You cannot understand there is no goodbye…no “fare thee well”….
Always you are in me…what I was…am…will be…as real as now.
You want to say Allah hafiz forever but you cannot…go…
Be free…don’t tie yourself to this sorrow here…join your first true love…
Allah…You think you will lose me?
No….Love is never lost any more than energy…
You are me as much as my life has been me…beloved…beloved… 

…I am here. I am always here my beloved…

 

I can feel your scales tipping back and forth swung by unseen winds…

You reach out to me even as you… slip from my grasp…do not fight…

Reach for Allah…smile into the light…cry the azaan once more like you once did…turn back…

Let the children remember your smile as they chewed your finger

Your stories as you made them lean in for the next word…

You never have to learn to say goodbye…we will meet where no shadow falls…

In this world only is the illusion of leaving…childhood…youth…

Until life itself gasps once more…

 

My beloved.

Where Are You?

On what earth do you walk now?
At what sky do you gaze?
What stars decorate your nights?
How do you number days?

From where comes your storms?
The plains that sculpt your face?
What skin do you wear?
What dreams do you chase?

How lonely are your nights?
What roads can you see?
Are you the one I’ve searched for?
Do you dream of me?

I am looking for you,
Whoever you may be,
I’ll ask the winds to message you;
‘You already claimed me’

The Woman

The woman sat on a park bench and watched the people in it. One young lady, who had just come from the public swimming pool was ringed around in the middle of a bunch of young men….the whole group golden and lovely people…not wearing much more than sunny smiles and the young lady basked in the attention she got….The woman watched other girls leave the pool too….they were not as lovely as the one with all the men but some of them had boyfriends and they held hands as they went to their cars but she noticed even those men where staring hungrily at the golden girl. The Golden One was at the top of her world and ruled it with all the pride and joy of youth. As she passed the woman she looked at her and pity crossed her face for a fleeting second as their eyes met and the young golden girl noticed the too wide hips and the long dress and then she looked away and laughed and another young fellow laughed and soon the forgot the woman sitting there….The woman watched as mothers brought their children from the wading pool…some of the woman looking old and harassed and no men were with them as they tried to herd their unruly screaming laughing children to the waiting cars….some of the young men made comments about the single mothers as they went past….how much too fat this one was or how that one had a hot body but he did not want a woman with kids…the woman in the long dress sat and listened….and watched.

One of the young men tripped over the woman on the benches’ walker that she used to help her go long distances….he gave her a look of pity and annoyance and scorn for her very old, long dress. behind her the woman could hear the golden girl cry as she broke her fingernail and the young men all tried to comfort her but none of them offered to help any of the mothers trying to carry water wings and floaties and grab children’s hands all at once…as the mothers passed she could see them looking at the golden one with sadness or envy or anger…and looking at the men with hatred.

the woman knew if any one else saw this scene they would see a group of laughing vibrant lively people leaving a public swimming pool as it closed in the evening but she knew they would not even try to look for what she could see….the reality…

as the park cleared she rose very slowly and groaned a little bit with the pain of movement….slowly slowly she made her way back to her one room at the facility for semi invalids and wished that she was hiking over mountains in her dreams…..