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CL Gillmore is Interviewed on Muscatine Digital TV Access Channel !

 

CL Gillmore was invited to be the pilot interview on the new Muscatine Digital TV Access Channel at Muscatine Community College that is being produced by the TV Production Class of 2012.

She was interviewed last week in Muscatine, Iowa at the Community College by Brad Bishop.  You can listen and watch her interview by clicking on the link below.

 

Muscatine Digital TV Interview

 

The TV interview will be aired in a few weeks on MPW Digital TV.

Congratulations Cheryl!

 

When Lightning Bugs Shimmered

Heart memory stirs on shafts of moonglow
Releasing recollections from twilights long ago.

When lightning bugs shimmered in blue Mason jars
And flickered ‘til daylight erased heaven’s stars.
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Chocolate Sprinkles…

Excerpt from A FRIEND REQUEST by C L Gillmore
sequel novel to UNCOMMON BOND

I don’t know how long I slept sitting propped up against the wall, a couple of hours maybe, but I woke up to a knock at the door. Maybe it was the the apartment manager, with the extra key Ren and I asked for.

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Beautiful, Bell-Bottomed Boy


Shirtless, bronzed, bell-bottomed boy,
Beautiful, young and lean.
Soft, silken coffee-brown hair,
Wind-swept, wild and free.

Graceful, fluid, outstretched arms,
Expressive, gentle hands.
Lovely, curved, sensuous hips,
Legs strong, slender and tan.

Rocked by the gods of music and freedom,
Swaying in rhythmic jubilation.
High on life and love’s sweet passion,
He danced for her in celebration.

One girl alone was hypnotized,
In the midst of a thousand faces.
Her eyes linked to his piercing blue eyes,
And put her own feet in his paces.

Gone are the days of the young summer sultan,
And the girl who watched him with joy.
He dances forever within her heart,
Beautiful bell-bottomed boy.

By C.L. Gillmore

Autumn’s muse…

“The seasons change preparing for
Winters bristling chill and cold.
Autumn’s muse coaxes me to
Collect my thoughts from days of old.”…Tracey

Do you Know I’m in Here?


I watch as you walk by me
Looking, but not really seeing.
I listen as you talk around me
Speaking, but not really conversing.
I can feel your touch on me
Patting, but not really connecting.
Do you know I’m in here?

 

I need you to stop and look at me
See the person inside.
I need you to talk then listen to me
I have something to say.
But most of all I need you to touch me
I need to feel your love
And know that I am in here.

–By C L Gillmore from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”
Copyright 2011

I’m Looking Through You

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

 

Thank you for supporting my journey…



I wanted to thank all of those who attended the book signing at Changing Hands on Monday evening. It was a lovely evening and I appreciate those of you who continue to support me in this journey.

 

“Musicians, artists, authors, poets…whatever your tool of choice…the journey becomes a creative process. Musicians use notes and rhythm to convey emotion. Artists use pastels and oils and mixed media to communicate emotion. Poets and authors use the well-chosen word and perfect turn of phrase to evoke emotion.

 

And in the end we all draw from our memories, our experiences…from people and places…and from our hopes and dreams for the future to bring about the creative process that becomes a haunting melody, a beautiful painting, a reflective book of poetry or a romantic novel…  along our life’s journey.” ~ C. L. Gillmore 9/26/2011

America – A Horse With No Name


Used to being alone…

“At fifteen life had taught me undeniably that surrender, in its place, was as honorable as resistance, especially if one had no choice.”–Maya Angelou

 

From A Friend Request by CL Gillmore…

“This concept of “aloneness” was hard for me to understand. I wanted to be alone. I was used to being alone. I loved my apartment and the independence it afforded me yet there were many nights and times that I felt afraid and alone…isolated. I wanted to be with someone, to talk with someone, a friend, a lover maybe. But I purposely chose to be alone. Even when I was with people, I felt alone. I felt alone in a crowd. How could that be? I knew all of this must relate in some way or another to my childhood, my family. But there was no family. The concept of family ended when my dad died. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t make sense of it and I wasn’t comfortable talking with anyone about how I felt. Talking about my feelings. So I sucked it up and continued on with my life. My life alone. What else was there to do?”

Glenn Frey – “You Are Not Alone”


“What difference does it make how I am treated by life? My real life is within.”

-Angela L. Wozniak

Joni Mitchell – Both Sides Now (Live, 1970)