I just wrote this while posting else where and it seemed appropriate...
Each day people wake and work on their art,
perfecting their craft and polishing out imperfections.
One day a man felt like his piece had begun to take shape,
he began to form his final details and colors,
others gathered around to watch his piece take shape.
As he turned to grab a new brush saturated with color,
his piece was destroyed and came crashing down around him.
His entire life had been dedicated to this creation,
which now was nothing more than the ruble at his feet.
He picked up the fragment closest to him and said,
"It is time, I began to rebuild a new piece."


Comments (5)
d.p.-
of course i remember. i never forget an intriguing dialogue.
the truth of the matter is that i have no words for comfort, except that if you wish to talk i will extend a willing ear.
i will say, however, that everything will work out for the best. it will take time and it will hurt, and something this drastic will never completely go away. i hope that you can find the strength within yourself and the support from those around you to get through this, and be even better than you were before the fact.
i am posting here because i was afraid that if i posted on my blog, you'd not respond, or not read it, or whatever. but thank you for the intrigue, and the name that you have so thoughtfully bestowed upon me.
please leave a comment or something when you once more feel so inclined, and i wish you the best.
s.l.f.r.
Posted by tu me connais | April 21, 2004 7:32 PM
Posted on April 21, 2004 19:32
Tonight is filled with callous sighs, silences and the useless spaces that you find in your room. You go to sleep to dream and be inside something or someone else other than yourself, and when you wake, the smells and sounds of early morning are what make you think that the beautiness around you will reconstruct whatever was broken. Watch people and notice how fragile the comings and goings of smiles are, and know that the more beauty you expose yourself to, the more accidental crooked smiles there will be. Then, one morning you will wake up to the smell of spring that is slowly seeping into summer, and your smile will spread from ear to ear.
I'm sorry, and I so wish that I could send a box that would, upon opening, emit beauty and happiness to you ,because you have done so with your words :) I wish you all the best!
Posted by bluegreensun | April 21, 2004 8:04 PM
Posted on April 21, 2004 20:04
hey dan it's penny. long time no talk. How are things? I don't know what's going on in your life, but sorry if it sucks. Hope to see you soon, you should come to ALB with Dom so we can all hang out for my B-day.
Posted by penny | April 22, 2004 8:37 PM
Posted on April 22, 2004 20:37
I found the other forum you were posting in where you first presented this poem. here was my response.
I wish i knew what to say in response to this.
I am sorry i did not pick up on all of the clues you had been dropping. I should have known your identity as you should have known mine.
through the facade of phantom you seem to be a different person than the one i know, it is helping me make sense of questions surrounding you. Your artistic side seems to be one that you supress for some reason unknown to me. You are more artstic than the pictures on your walls.
As you work to build a new piece I hope that you will include me in its creation. In times of despair true loyalty shines through, and will be loyal to the end.
--George W
Posted by George W. | April 23, 2004 10:14 AM
Posted on April 23, 2004 10:14
Thanks for all of your support.Everyone. As for George W, the only person I know on the blog I posted on other than it's owner, is Dom^2. So I figure that it must be you. I thought you would have figured me out sooner, I was actually going to warn you not to give me away. As for my artistic side, I believe that you have seen it often not only on my walls by my descussions. It doesn't come out all the time, because it tends to be my more serious side. I try not to be serious all the time. So if I am right and it is you, that within me you always knew.
hehe
now back to my ignored homework.
Posted by Dan | April 23, 2004 1:12 PM
Posted on April 23, 2004 13:12