Arti

2010-01-05
Perhaps what you need is a vacation in some sunny place. The sun will also kill the mold. Roses come with thorns, and I think this pain is the price of faith and love. But, good news is, there is only one place to go from rock bottom: right back up.

Hugs,
me.

2008-11-07
What a wonderful nature write. Love the poem!

Huggles

2008-11-03
i'm sowee you feel so crappy.
flu, not fun.
me love winter...

hope you're doing okay.

2008-10-13
This write has a beautiful, rhythmic flow that feels like looking through a kaleidoscope.

Thanks for sharing!

Arti.

2008-10-13
I wrote an autumnal write today too.
But it is a different spirit that moved mine.

I love your sprite-ly muse.
Can I borrow the tinsel-crowned minstrel
who taught you to write acrostix?

2008-10-10
I love your newness. And I can't wait for you to unfurl, the faeries painted you a flaming orange, they whispered to me.

:)

2008-10-07
There are days, and there are days. Perhaps you think these days are unlivable, the rest of us mortals like the poetry they produce.

Hugs,
Arti.

2008-09-22
I hope you won't have to "grieve and grieve for all time", Kathy. Time would count as the slowest but surest of healers, and the heart is the first to be wounded and last to heal.
Anniversaries are hard, and I pray you find your peace.

Big hugs,
Arti.

2008-08-29
LOLOL...

"a scattering of snot
and a booger or two"

love your kiddie writes... much better than Dr Seuss, methinks!

2008-08-27
Awwwwwwwwwwwww.
She is adorable.
Why is she growing so fast? Shouldn't she be a little gurgling, cooing little thing?

2008-07-07
this certainly counts as one of my favorite poems... not just from you, but overall.
keep writing... and you ARE a sprite. :)

2008-07-01
beautiful write, kathy! it is late at night, i've been studying and it hasnt been going too well. needed to read this one, kind of like i was meant to read it.
thanks for sharing something that made me feel better about myself!

2008-06-23
Kathy,

You still have Michael. He has become yours now, more than ever.
And you didn't add one thing - hugs. I believe there are so many hugs floating around in cyberspace trying to find their way to you, if they all would you'd be smiling in an instant.

Hugs(I just added some more to the tally)
Arti.

2008-06-19
The turbulence in my gypsy soul is one of those things that keeps me going. I think I have found a destination for that gypsy inside me.
I love the thoughts you throw out in this poem, perhaps an encapsulation of my life right now.
Hope you are doing well.

:)
Arti.

2008-06-19
Would that monster be the insiduous one in the mind, the one with the cold, slimy tendrils of bottomless grief?
This is so well written!
Hope you are doing well.
:)
Arti.

2008-06-19
in the long run
those with short legs are left behind
with joys that stay true.

you must move on
but I am stuck on off
waiting to feel the brush of angel wings.

things will get better
when something worse happens
but your share will be only what you can bear.

don't dwell in the negative
but i have no other home
unless i choose to build one from joys I have known.

make lemonade out of lemons
I lost the lemons in the storm
so I'd rather make blueberry muffins. (I'm addicted to blueberries)

the sun will come out
but it's hidden behind the clouds
which ensure that I never cry alone.

look on the bright side
but my eyes have been eaten by crows
therefore, I listen to the softly playing music.

love will find a way
exactly; it went away
to be preserved for posterity, to warm a loveseat for me.


Dear Kathy,
Hope you don't mind, but I couldn't stop the impulse.

Big hugs.

2008-06-14
If grief could sing, it would be a requiem.
If love can grieve like the heart does, it would be a poem - this poem.

2008-05-20
Oh Kathy I'm so sorry. I wish I could walk over and give you a hug and cry with you. I wish I had better words to send you.
But I'm glad you enjoyed the time you were given to its fullest, and I'm really glad that you will have wonderful memories for the rest of your life to warm your heart after the pain lessens a bit.

Big hugs,
me.

2007-12-03
I think Nep should say "Here! HEAR!"

2007-12-03
lolol I'm sure The Guy Up There understands! :p

2007-11-23
thank you.
I think the intact cultures is what holds the country together.
And since I am in the field, one of the oldest branches of medicine, Ayurveda, is Indian as well. It is still being practised unchanged through the years, now as a formal medical degree experiencing a resurgence with the current trend for "alternative" medicine. Just for the record!

Warm regards,
Arti.

2007-11-20
haha... the hero gets wicked.
I love your rap-sodical blues... great writing!

2007-11-12
I love those last two stanzas - it should be heard by everyone who needs it. powerful, touching write, Kathy.

Hugs,
me.

2007-11-11
read this a few days ago, was on call and all that craziness. loved the read... reality suits you perfectly - and im sure the roses were a brilliant shade of red!

hugs,
me.

2007-11-06
**raises eyebrows** Getting possessive, are we??

lolol

2007-10-16
**ruefully sighs**

The only things I can count on in my life are the monthly bills. Besides the never-ending paperwork (I must be responsible for atleast four trees worth of paper a day - indirectly of course), I'm halfway through stay extension formalities - my room is flooded in white sheets and two copies of each letter... jeez.

Organisation? What in the name of mercy is that???

2007-10-11
Sweet. This is the kind of stuff that needs to go into audio books - so people like me who need poetry yet need some wide-awake shut-eye can feel the love. (Okay okay, its way past my bedtime and I need to sleep - but I mean it about the audio book!)

2007-10-10
Ummmm now you're making me yearn to be with that baby girl... I bet this autumn is all that you've ever asked for, Daisy-kissed walks included!

2007-09-23
I would have written this, once. I think I would rather read your art though, and let life happen. :)

2007-09-23
Classy prelude... I can see the candlelit dinner already.
I think the red roses would be perfect.... Wink wink!

2007-09-23
Classy prelude... I can see the candlelit dinner already. Wink wink!

2007-09-21
Have a safe, gentle journey... and I hope you find all that you're looking for - the other half included. :)
(bet you'll love all that you'll find!)

2007-09-18
:) how poetically true.

2007-09-16
What a poem. Even though this was written for Kathy, I still feel that warmth stealing over me. Bookmarked.

2007-09-16
Sigh. You make me miss what I knew. Nep makes me miss what I never knew.
Love the sheer beauty of this write, a taste of bitter chocolate turned sweet.

2007-09-16
Bet you're a proud distance-granddad to that baby.

2007-09-07
You are one creative lady... you amaze me everytime you decide to play with color! this is sooooo cooool!

2007-09-07
Sigh. How beautiful can love get, how beautiful can words get.
And how beautiful it is to watch your love unfold.

2007-09-05
Lol... I'm 21. And I see the truth in your words... Loud and clear.
Now, if only the millionaire would step up to the podium, please...

2007-09-04
Questions echoing down
the rugged plinths of time,
without beginning,
without end,
ad infinitum, ad nauseum.
And yet,
we have no answers,
only a stolen preview
of what might be.

2007-09-04
How truly romantic of you to write this... I'm sure MeGrim is far far away by now!

2007-09-03
Depraved is too strong a word, Z. You're not it.
Take it from a person who sees depravity in every stage, day in, day out.
being able to ask a Question that makes sense, knowing very well that the answer will either be unsatisfactory or simply, non-existant, is very useful. Frustration is a powerful tool, but it is a two-edged sword.
Don't think I'm giving you very useful advice or help here - just trying to tell you its okay.

Hugs
Arti.

2007-09-03
You **are** a poet.
A pretty good one, at that.
Adversities do make one stronger... and more scarred. I like your perspective.

Welcome to the bay... I hope you'll find the waters warm and comfortable.

2007-08-24
Sigh. You should officially change your name to Romantic Hero.

2007-08-24
My dam broke down a few days ago... But I'm crippled by the big T's - typing and time.
I'm so full of words, so flush with emotion, but so starved for sleep, its amazes me I'm even coherent.
Dosen't look like your dam is standing any more either...

Hugs,
Me.

2007-08-19
How true and how sweet... Wouldnt it be great if we could come back to our lover's arms every night after missing him the whole day?

2007-08-19
:) So is it going to be a union by the water?

**naughty me**

2007-08-19
like I said, butterfly heart... I see your colors now!

2007-08-19
What is the color of poetry? Something beyond the rainbow, I guess.
Colorful write, Sprite. There is nothing more delightful than your butterfly heart.

2007-08-15
:) May I have a dance floor on that freedom ship? So we can all "shake a tailfeather" to this freedom write...