Everyone had wonderful posts since this started. The best part is always that they have totally different ideas about Romance – proving that you shouldn’t hold back your passion in Romance. Read this post and all the posts below, and get in the spirit of Romantic Monday. Maybe you’ll be inspired? To write or… to perform…
If you want to participate today, here’s what you do: Write a blog post that celebrates Romance! Your post can be a poem, a photo collage, a video, a fictional story, a story about that special someone, an anniversary or date you had, a lament for a lost love, or some combination of these – it can even be sexy, erotic, dark or Gorean. The only rule is that it has to be Romantic! Leave a comment with a link to your romantic post, and I’ll link to it at the bottom of this post, and perhaps everyone will link to them. Be sure to use Romantic Monday as a tag.
Romantic Monday logos to add to your post!
I don’t have a post for this week, aside from the framework. I am… we are working on a poem that will never be finished, that doesn’t always use words, that won’t always be elegant or understandable or uplifting… but will always be beautiful and precious to me… to us… our masterpiece.
Fortunately, my partner in this masterpiece did write something – something that is beautiful, and meaningful, and pleasantly surprising to me.
Mrs. Hotspur, I love you dearly, and always will, and more every day…
Cherry Blossom Puzzle
Let’s start a puzzle…the pieces are places throughout our entire lives. My puzzle is a cherry blossom tree. All the twisty branches with pink blossoms that are fragile, yet enduring, even when they flutter to the ground like snow. You can pick them up, hold them in your hand, and then playfully blow them away on the wind once more. A tree symbolizes many things. It’s a never ending cycle of growth, seasons, and petals floating on the wind.
At times, my petals float free around me. I feel removed; I feel the pieces are jumbled. That piece… that one piece that makes a picture make sense is missing. Tear up the room, the cosmos to find the meaning, the sense that all is not lost.
Apologies are trite sometimes…I wasn’t there, I wasn’t what you wanted…denied I needed the things that would make me whole. Swallowed the pits. Too hot. Too long buried. Crushed petals…
Reminders, where are the pieces…the petal?
Life, the kids, work, the kids, distractions, the kids…and lost the way, or maybe it snowed. Strangers that go through the motions for a common goal. Boredom, separated.
Started that puzzle again. Putting the pieces together. Found the missing piece in the sofa. Even though it’s never finished, I have the piece that is my heart, my soul…and keeps the puzzle whole. I pick up the petals, held them in my hands…and kept them from the wind.