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My Old Shoes

My Old Shoes

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.
I walk, others notice, and I smile in confident delight.
Ah, life is good… endlessly stretched before me.
I’m really something… me and my new shoes.

Time passed and a parade of shoes shuffled out my door. Click To Tweet

Some stayed, some left, others forgotten on the closet floor.
Those who walked full circle with me, now only a precious few.
All, scuffed, broken and mended… well past their days of new.

They carried and supported me along the unmarked roads.
Danced, paced, 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 the 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.
New shoes for the passing things… good for walks in sunshine.
But old shoes to stay the end course… steady, true and fine.

~ C L Gillmore ~

 

My Old Shoes

Old shoes from Iowa City days… Gary, Cos, Mike, Me, Sandi, and Dale.

 

My Old Shoes

Common Bond

Common Bond

 

Common Bond

 

The shadowed streaks of twilight slip silently away
And tuck behind the mountains to mark another day.
Now leaving just the night sounds to whisper and remind
Of magical trips and trusted friends, lost and left behind.

To a time when only dreams had the power to transcend
And bring us together, beyond the unrest, one by one as friends.
Kindred souls, sharing a moment, bound by love and freedom.
Moved by the words and music…we danced to a different drum.

Those days and nights are forever etched deep within my heart.
I see their faces, hear their voices, though so many years apart.
Their love and friendship, counsel and humor, are a part of what I say.
And nudge me now so gently with thoughts I write each day.

I wish I would have realized those many years ago
Our moment was just an instant in the lives we were to know.
I could have brushed a farewell kiss as I gazed into each face.
But one by one, we left not knowing we had shared our last embrace.

~ C L Gillmore ~

Common Bond

A Magical Place

Behind my office door lies a magical place…

A Magical Place

“Behind my office door lies a magical place… filled from floor to ceiling with tangible, nostalgic bits and pieces of days gone by. One-of-a-kind treasures—plucked from auctions, antique and used furniture stores, and garage sales—melded among cherished, family heirlooms.

When I step through the door, it’s as if the walls enfold the memories around me. I’m a naive child again, filled with the wonder of life’s possibilities.

Childhood places hold no limits or boundaries for dreams, fantasies, creativity… or imagination. I can safely meander to distant destinations. Hold fast to whomever I choose. Stay for as long as the enchantment endures.

For as long as my fingers can type… for as long as my heart can sing… for as long as my mind has memories, I write happy endings, and right the unhappy ones.

 

~ C L Gillmore – Novelist and Poet


The Tangible Somethings and The Intangible Memories
“Bits and Pieces” – A Behind the Scenes Writing Perspective
From Poet and Award-Winning Author, C. L. Gillmore

 

 

 

A Magical Place

 

Common Bond

All of us have past memories in common we collectively share.

Common Bond

As a writer, I use my creativity and imagination to tap into those common memories

both physical and emotional—

whenever I write a poem, a story, a novel.

~ C L Gillmore

 

 

Common Bond

The shadowed streaks of twilight slip silently away
And tuck behind the mountains to mark another day.
Now leaving just the night sounds to whisper and remind
Of magical trips and trusted friends, lost and left behind.

To a time when only dreams had the power to transcend
And bring us together, beyond the unrest, one by one as friends.
Kindred souls, sharing a moment, bound by love and freedom.
Moved by the words and music…we danced to a different drum.

Those days and nights are forever etched deep within my heart.
I see their faces, hear their voices, though so many years apart.
Their love and friendship, counsel and humor, are a part of what I say.
And nudge me now so gently with thoughts I write each day.

I wish I would have realized those many years ago
Our moment was just an instant in the lives we were to know.
I could have brushed a farewell kiss as I gazed into each face.
But one by one, we left not knowing we had shared our last embrace.

~ By C L Gillmore ~

Common Bond

Wondrous Days

Wondrous Days

Wondrous Days

~ by C. L. Gillmore

 

Fingers quieted on the keyboard, her eyes, immediately drawn
To the brilliant blue horizon, heightened by the setting sun.
Sapphire skies etch and frame the rugged, layered mountains
That tower, stretch, and silently soar beyond the closed front door.
How could she not have noticed these wondrous days before?

Drifting through life’s ebbs and flows, somehow he’d gotten lost
To the simple, timeless beauty of the things that mattered most.
An innocent touch soothed and calmed a lost and damaged soul
With unselfish love he had to know, she’d find her way and go.
How could he not have noticed those wondrous days before?

Defying time and explanation, the closed doors have opened
To the past, present, and future where dreams, at last, can mend.
Dreams that help the heart to heal and permit the soul to soar
By allowing time to temper, to bend, and sanction hope again.
How could they not have noticed these wondrous days before?

 

Wondrous Days

You once said I had saved you

striking-a-match

 

When there’s nothing left to burn…you have to set yourself on fire.

“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 the girl who once was filled with dreams and desires,
Gave her the strength to strike the match that finally lit the fire.”

~from the poem One Final Season by C. L. Gillmore~

Read more at clgillmore.com/blog

Designs our Lives are Weaving …

DESIGNS OUR LIVES ARE WEAVING…

“You were there when I needed you. You stood above all of the others with your strength and you guided me. To each of you I offer my being, my love and all that I am.” – Deidra Sarault

 

We need both the rough times and the soft shoulders of a friend. They contribute equally to the designs our lives are weaving. The rough times press us to pray, to reach out to others for solace. And our pain gives others the chance to heal our wounds. We are all healers offering strength. And we all need healing…

Gary Wright – Dream Weaver