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Monthly Archives: August 2011

Slip Sliding Away


None of us will pass this way again. What we see and feel and say today are gone forever. We have so much to regret when we let things slip away, unnoticed or unappreciated. “Life is either a daring adventure or nothing…”  –  Helen Keller

I knew we both wished there was some way to change things, to go back, to start over. But there wasn’t a way and we both knew that.  No matter how much we longed for things to have turned out differently these were just hopes and dreams whose time had long passed.

I finished typing that last sentence and just sat there looking into the monitor at Jake’s name.  There’s no way for anyone to buy time, no matter how rich or powerful a person is, each of us is given a certain amount in our lifetime to use.  Jake and I had used most of our time with someone else.  We both knew it was too late for us, for our hopes our dreams. Even in the fantasy world that I could create, there was no solution for Jake and me.  It was what it was.  We would continue to enjoy each other’s company through our words on the damn chat line or maybe texting on our phones and that would be all we would ever have together.  And somehow, we both seemed resolved to this fate.  If that was all we had then we would make the most and best of it.

–from the novel  “Uncommon Bond” by C. L. Gillmore



Concert in Central Park – 1981

There are sounds…

“There are sounds to seasons. There are sounds to places, and there are sounds to every time in one’s life.” Alison Wyrley Birch


“…And then the call was over and I was alone.  But now I had the memory of Jake’s voice swirling in my head and in my heart.  Now, when we would chat or text, I knew I would hear his voice saying the words to me as he typed and he would hear my voice as well.  Tears again, and wave after wave of emotion as I lay there in the dark, clutching my phone in my hand, thinking about Jake, remembering the voice that whispered in my ears so very long ago and made me tremble.  And now tonight I heard that same voice whisper in my ears.  And once again he made me tremble.”

–From Uncommon Bond by C. L. Gillmore

The Sound of Music Tour

A Friend Request…

“We drove the muscle cars, experimented with the drugs, established an entirely new wave of fashion design, wrote the lyrics, listened to and became some of the most coveted song writers and bands of all time. We wrote the poetry, the novels, the screenplays and then directed and produced the films of a generation.  We burned our bras, our draft cards, rocked at Woodstock, Monterey, and Wadena, protested for civil rights, protested against the inhumanity of war and corrupt government. We buried our high school sweethearts as they came home in flag draped coffins from Vietnam. We watched as a President, a Senator, a civil rights leader and student protesters died for what we believed in and protested for. We watched a corrupt President fall. We took that small step and giant leap as a man walked on the moon one summer night.

We broke away from everything our parents taught us and revered.  And even today our music, our lingo, our movies, our style of clothing, our cars, and our way of thinking continues on.

We became our own generation and continue to influence history even today. We lived the stories that are yet to be told—life stories from our hearts and souls.  Stories that our children and grandchildren and great grandchildren need to hear and read and take into their hearts and souls.

Each one of us has a story to tell from our own life’s experiences.  Each one of us has a history that was influenced by that moment in time called the ‘60s.”

From the novel A Friend Request by C. L. Gillmore

“What’s Goin On? By Marvin Gaye


One Final Season

“There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories are full of hearts broken by love, but what really breaks a heart is taking away its dream—whatever that dream might be.”

– Pearl S. Buck

One Final Season

Lay me down and let your love wash gently over me.
Soothe me softly with that low, steady voice of reason.
Strip all the craziness away and let me just float free.
Heart to heart, soul to soul…if only for one final season.

You rocked me once in innocence with young, trembling hands,
And gave me a reason to trust again by making no demands.
Now let me sink slowly under your soul… warm, close and tight.
Hold me within your arms through this long, wondrous night.

You once said I had saved you, but the truth is you saved me,
By waking me up from years on end of details and complacency.
You found that girl who once was filled with dreams and desires.
Gave her the strength to strike the match that finally lit the fire.

So lay me down and let your love wash gently over me.
And soothe me softly with that low, steady voice of reason.
Strip all the craziness away and let me just float free.
Heart to heart, soul to soul…if only for one final season.


C. L. Gillmore, Copyright 2011

Breakaway – Kelly Clarkson


Roll With It, Baby


Roll With It, Baby!

“When life is too much, ROLL WITH IT, BABY!” How many of us have had days, weeks and even years wondering if we would get through it all? But somehow we did and usually it was because of those who stood by us. The poem “My Old Shoes” is about those precious few who stick by us through good times and bad.

My Old Shoes

There’s just something wonderful about a brand new pair of shoes,
Wrapped in that rich scent of leather, burnished and smooth,
They’re fashionable and trendy with a fit snug and tight.
As I walk, others notice and I smile in confident delight.
Ah, life is good, endlessly stretched out before me…
I’m really something, me and my new shoes.

But time passes and a parade of shoes have shuffled in and out my door.
Some stayed, some went and still others lie forgotten on my closet floor.
And those who have walked full circle with me are only a precious few.
Comfortable, broken and mended…well past their days of looking new.

They have carried and comforted me along the dusty roads.
Danced, paced, ran and stumbled beneath life’s heavy loads.
Their worn, faded leather absorbed the cold sweat of my fears
As joys and sorrows, hopes and dreams unfolded through the years.

One day soon these old shoes and I will rest quietly, cold and still.
No more to dance, to dare, to dream, or remember the wintery chill
From those who never really knew how cautiously I’d stepped
Through the sullen shadows of my youth to a life so carefully kept.
With new shoes for the passing things, good for walks in sunshine.
But always my old shoes to stay the end course…steady, true and fine.

By C. L. Gillmore, Copyright 2011

“Roll With It” by Steve Winwood

The Music

1970. Eric Clapton’s Derek and the Dominoes began recording their only album and Layla would become a classic.

The music would forever influence my life and later my writings…

“It was an exciting time to be part of all this—to be a part of a band, to just be part of something and feel like I belonged.  All of us felt connected.  We were always together surrounded by the music of the times. The band had indeed become our common bond. A bond that for me would never be broken…”

“We were also caught up in and bound by the music that the band would listen to and play: The Beatles, The Doors, Crosby, stills, Nash & Young, James Taylor, Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrix, The Who, The Rolling Stones, Janis Joplin, Creedence Clearwater, Jefferson Airplane, Chicago, Bob Dylan and Santana.  And Jake and I were coupled in it, riding high on deep, youthful passionate emotions.  The kind that really only happens once in a lifetime—in youth.”

from the novel Uncommon Bond by C.L. Gillmore

Eric Clapton – Layla

Dancing to a Different Drum

At 9:00 p.m. on Aug. 19, 1964 The Beatles bounded to the Cow Palace stage packed with 17,130 screaming fans and launched into “Twist And Shout.” I was 15 and in the midst of change. “Moved by the words and music” I would dance to a different drum…for the rest of my life.

The Beatles – “Twist and Shout”


Virginia Rose

Pattern:  Virginia Rose

My grandma stood in front of the stove and lovingly cooked for me.
Wiping well-worn hands on her apron, and lifting me up to see.
Now as I hold her delicate china that image remains in my mind
Standing close, feeling her touch, remembering a face so kind.

Hot, crispy bacon and perfectly basted fried eggs
Log Cabin syrup spilled over stacked, crepe-thin pancakes
Quaker oatmeal and Cream of Wheat, drenched in milk and sugar
Hershey’s cocoa poured over giant puffy marshmallows
Raisin Brand from blue mason jars, always in the pantry
Golden brown fried chicken with mashed potatoes and chunky gravy
Freshly snapped green beans seasoned with leftover breakfast bacon
Smoked ham and great northern beans ladled over golden buttered corn bread
Homemade chicken and noodles with melt-in-your mouth dumplings
Fluffy tender biscuits slathered with freshly canned apple butter
Warm rhubarb and raisin pies tucked in delicate, flakey crusts
Softened raspberry ripple ice cream and crisp oatmeal raisin cookies

Now on Sundays I set our table with her china, Virginia Rose
And tell my family something about her so everyone one of them knows
That this meal, served on these dishes is my way of saying thank you
To Alice Gillmore, best cook and friend a granddaughter ever knew.

From Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes by C. L. Gillmore
Copyright 2011

My Angel – Kellie Pickler

Personal Tapestry

Personal Tapestry

“Everything that happens and everyone we come in contact with during a lifetime becomes a part of our personal tapestry, woven into our fiber—weak and strong, resilient and fragile, colorful and subdued, fantasy and reality.  They all blend together into one final piece that covers us—comforts, protects and shelters us.  I was thankful to be able to look back and now forward and see so much of this.  Looking forward, I see that tapestry rests on our shoulders while still being able to take on new threads. The past is as important as the future in the weave of the fabric.  And fantasy and reality continue to be a necessity for our psyche.  You can’t get lost in either, but I knew from experience that a little of both keeps you sane.”

My quote from the novel Uncommon Bond…

by CL Gillmore

“Tapestry” by Carole King


The Dance

“Some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.”

-Gilda Radner

Garth Brooks – The Dance

The Dance

A tentative waltz—sway, rise and fall.
Forward, side, back—a reflective recall.

Letters and words now carefully framed.
Each thought rehearsed again and again.
No turn or nod is left up to chance.
Steps have become a well-practiced dance.

Cues and timing both cautiously guarded.
The familiar rhythm lost and discarded.
Each dancer wary of crossing that line.
A closed position of mutual resign.


How far the distance traveled in a beat?
A tentative waltz left incomplete.

— CL Gillmore Copyright 2011