From time to time you’ll see Stolen Moments show up on the blog. Words forgotten and misplaced, poetry, anticipatory memories, prose, joy and sorrow, pensive emotion, random and not so random thoughts scribbled in tattered notebooks. To not forget but remember the precious, fleeting stolen moments in time. I’m a writer trying recapture on paper how it feels to be alive.
Liquid Angst By Jacqueline Cioffa
You are the one
My forever Miami man
My moon, my sun, my tsunami
Amongst devastating destruction you are the storm in my soul
My liquid angst
But at least I love you
To know that I really love you
Quietly with a certain steadfastness
20 years full and counting
That’s really something
…hold up, that ain’t right
the year is 2015
the time is now
…and I’m tired of waiting
I’m not holding out for a hero
a waterlogged wilted jilted lover
I’m becoming and becoming
my very own heroine
whole and content under a crystal clear lit up funky blue midnight sky
starstuff dreams bursting inside
“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”
― Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom
“I am learning to let go of who and what no longer fits, and suddenly like magic I’m surrounded by good, caring people. I am, I am learning.” J Cioffa
“The vast landscape was never ours to begin with, we are all tenants of the same good earth. Surrounded by the enchanting tourist attractions, one forgets. One becomes enamored by the sounds, smells and tastes. Time? Time mattered less.” – Jacqueline Cioffa
There is in fact a whole earth with enough space to roam, create, inspire, dream, conquer, share and
I believe this to be.
I will not waste one second, one millisecond needing or lusting after your shine.
Stephen Hawking’s quote suggests, “There ought to be something very special about the boundary conditions of the universe and what can be more special than that there is no boundary?”
No boundary, what a revolutionary concept.
The eminent, brilliant physicist agrees,
“Women. They are a complete mystery.”
Yes, they can be.
In the simplest, rudimentary terms women are the enigma.
Most beautiful when they accept and reflect the luminous, radiant shine.
Not ignore, or deflect.
Comparison and envy are time wasters, dimmers that dull the reflecting pools of light.
“I was my only obstacle. Once I stepped aside, there it was. Grace. Glaring at me, in the face, as certain as a Cove sunrise.” – Jacqueline Cioffa. THE VAST LANDSCAPE
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“I have loved, laughed, cried, hurt, chose the empty life, until love finally found me a home.” – Jacqueline Cioffa
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