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Shoes and Rhymes

Skipping Stones

“The smooth stone skipped and then was gone.
But hundreds of ripples circled on and on.
Flowing to the shores of a distant sea.
Then floating back again through time to me.”

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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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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”

Do Something …

“To do nothing is failure. To try, and in the trying you make some mistakes and then you make some positive change as a result of those mistakes, is to learn and to grow and to blossom.” ~  Darlene Larson Jenks

A Smooth Take-off!

 

I’ve been spending a good part of my day this past week at Paradise Bakery working on the sequel novel to Uncommon Bond. I’m through the Prologue, will finish Chapter 1 today, and have a start on the ending. For me writing a novel is like flying a plane…I’ve had a smooth take-off and now am in the air heading toward my cruising altitude and speed. In a few months I will attempt a smooth landing with as few casualties as possible! Only lost one passenger last novel!

Steve Miller Band – Jet Airliner

Eternal Reflections…

As a child I remember summers seemed so long. It was as if time slowed just for me. When school started in September, I had changed and May was a distant memory. I remember my Grandma’s words, “Time passes faster when you are older.” She was right. Now I hold fast to each passing day, reluctantly letting each one slide through my fingers, holding on to the minutes and hours and memories.

Eternal Reflections . . .

I watched as another new year slid quietly into place
Bumping out the old one painlessly and leaving not a trace.
Joys, loneliness and precious, precious time were simply just erased,
And now have joined my back road memories to cherish and embrace.

If someone would have told me just how quickly life slides by
I might have chosen differently, giving other paths a try.
But life is born of endless details and other dreams just simply die
A painless and unnoticed death.  No time to mourn or cry.

I’ve given life and given love as much as I had within me.
And deep inside I’ll always be that restless soul who runs free.
Who knows a single lifetime is not enough to dream, to love, to be.
For the human soul that dwells within us all was created for eternity.

By C L Gillmore, Copyright 2010

 

 

 

Along Life’s Journey…

Thoughts Became My Words

Mrs. Roper kept a folder with pictures on a table
Backed by beautiful colors on construction paper.
And when our work was done we’d look into that folder
Choose a picture, write a story that we could read for her.

Eagerly I handled all the pictures in that stack,
Thinking on each subject, searching for a fact,
Until a certain face or place became a story in my head.
And those thoughts became my words…like Mrs. Roper said.

Just how many stories did I write for Mrs. Roper?
All of them are lost to time but not my memory of her.
Because of this one teacher I write these words today.
A picture of Mrs. Roper’s face is in my heart to stay.

—From Of Roots, Shoes, and Rhymes
by C. L. Gillmore, copyright 2010

I had no idea, some 55 years later, that little second grade girl from the small town of Muscatine, Iowa would be the featured author at a bookstore in Tempe, Arizona—talking about and promoting her two books, Uncommon Bond, a social media romance novel and Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes, a book of poetry and audio CD.

When we first start out, none of us have any idea where our hopes and dreams will lead us or how long it might take for them to unfold.  For me personally, my journey has been filled with challenges and triumphs that continue to test me and give me experiences that are reflected in the words that I write within my novels and my poetry.

It touches my heart and soul deeply when someone comments that they related or were moved by the words of a particular passage in the novel or from a poem that I have written.  To me it means that somewhere in time this person and I shared the same or similar experience and feelings…and it left us changed as individuals.

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.

Long and Winding Road by the Beatles