
Your poured your love, filled me up
You shone your heart, helped me grow
You shared your soul, kept some of mine
When I could stand, you let go my hand
When I could walk, you stepped back
And now
Now I've changed
I stand, I walk, half a soul with none to lean on
Kinda crooked
And now
Now I've moved
I speak, I see, half empty with none to share
Kinda hollow

and so I wonder
will you still love me
now I've changed?

photos etc. © diana ani stokely 2011 - all rights reserved


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Kate, that is my hope and dream.
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I’ve thought of your words overnight, dianaani. So often you are the one who offers light. So often you are the one who offers love.
Who that matters will not love you as you change ...
as you ... become ...
Much love here ... for you ...
thanks, zanelle. I love myself for sure (ask my siblings). I hope I never lose the love of that one who helped me so much.
Poppi, I love you too.
Spike, yeah, I get that. Fall makes me melancholy, and I have to roll around in that awhile, part of my seasonal adjustment, I guess. Thank you.
ah rita, you always lift, I also love the lane, with the sun going down. I took that yesterday late, and it seemed magical.
Thank you kindly, LeRay. This self-doubt of mine needed writing so that I could get on with life. The photos are in the yard and lane here, a lovely sad time of year.
Thanks, Linnnn, you are right of course.
Matt, that's rather deep, we are onions of layers.
Thank you Algis, you're nice to say so!
J.P. I am graced by your comment. I hadn't thought of it as a song, but it would sound nice played on a duduk, I think.
Jerry! Your discerning eye, that caused me a bit of back-and-forth, but yes, kinda crooked and kinda hollow is EXACTLY how I feel when skies are grey and the wind blows northerly.
annaliese, you slay me again, but a little extra wallow in sadness is healing somehow. I would say you are the one who offers up armloads of love in every comment.
(And, as always, beautiful and thoughtful and painterly photos.) xo
artists are supposed to change.
:-)
...as yes, as certainly as one can say it, always lovable you are, Ms. dianaani : )
Your words here, as always, touch us all ... perhaps more than you know ...
And a poem with some depth to go along with them.
Barry, you and I have talked before about change, and keeping friendships and relationships. Sometimes, it seems overwhelmingly difficult. I appreciate your kind words and always blush when you applaud my photography! Whoop!
Hey Kim! Yes! and change is good! Sometimes, we may lose a friend along the way, though, and that hurts.
Just Thinking ... You make comments into poetry, lovely. Thank you dearly.
greenheron, thanks honey! I seem to find the comments section a good place to "explain." If ever I modified my writings, I would build them using comments to fill out the meanings.
annaliese, perhaps that is true, that our words go in unknown hearts and minds. By the way, I love the way the trees cover the lane, giving a peek of the rising lane.
Brassawe, thanks! This is a pretty time of year for photography. It's also a time of year for reflection and a certain sadness at the endings all around me.
I have some good news! I just shook hands on a deal to get my own shop on the square. I hope to open a week from Friday! Wow, life jumps into high gear suddenly.
How exciting!
Harry, you're rather astute, you know. I wrote it to the friend who helped me when times were bad, but thought of that angle too, and as a tree talking to god. With new beginnings in my business, I am feeling pretty jazzed now!
Joan, thanks! I await your next photo journey, doorways, portals, windows?
Was that purposeful?
Dianne, welcome! Yes, to my detriment sometimes, I do love grain, and will add it for that feeling. This was in photoshop, with a overlay fade, in case you are into that kind of thing. Makes a mood, doesn't it?
Gorgeous photos!