One day I met this girl (repost)

Let me tell you something, it was a special day, that day way back when. See, I was sittin’ on a porch bench, watchin’ leaves fall over the lawn, when I noticed a girl coming through the gate and striding up the sidewalk. I wasn’t really sure about the “girl” thing at first, due to her appearance: blue-jean bib-overalls, sandals, hair shorter on one side than the other, face a little messed up. However, the girly shape gave it away eventually.

Anyway, she just walked up, stepped up onto the porch like she belonged, gave me a kind “Hi,” and took a seat beside me on the bench. She kindly introduced herself, and I did the same. I offered a drink. She said no thanks. Then we proceeded to have a talk. She apologized for her appearance: all the grease on her bibs–she’d been working on her car–and her chopped hair: said her little sister was a beauty school student who needed a practice dummy. The conversation went on about her family and such, and how she’d obtained that large, crescent-shaped scar on her face–a car accident. Again, I asked her if she’d like a drink. Again, she said no thanks. So we talked, while birds winged over the sun-washed lawn, while the ice-cream man played his jingle in the street every now and then, while kids went bell-dinging by on their bikes, and the sun began to stretch long shadows across the yard, we talked.

Then I happened to notice something: her chopped-up hair, her scarred face, her sandals and greasy bib overalls, her crooked smile under a set of tropical green eyes … Yep, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever met.  Then she gave me that quirky little grin, tucked some of that hair behind her ear, pecked a kiss on my cheek, and POOF! she disappeared into the thin air–just like that. So what did I do? Well, I’ll tell ya. I opened the squeaky screen door, let it bang shut behind me, went to my desk … and started writing this girl’s story. Yep, that’s how I met Trisha. That’s how I meet all my characters–just a little talk on the porch. Is that crazy? Nope, that’s a writer’s mind. Now Trish is a special friend. I’ll never forget the day I met this girl.

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–I met this girl

The Mystery Under

A reblog

Erik S. Lehman

A web is weaved over a mystery
Pastel colors … oh, what they do to me
“Be careful,” the mind says, “just in case.”
For dangerous curves
Hold risk in grace
But
As man
I would throw caution to the wind
Lifting the veil
To spy in
And offer my life
For just one taste
Of what lives under the lace
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~The Mystery Under~
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Erik. S. Lehman
(For a “lace challenge” on a good friend’s blog. For Sal’s blog go here: http://sjw2014.wordpress.com/)

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Goddess … a magical sky

Moon

I have been in the dark
The sliver of light to be
Pulling the oceans below
Turning so soft to see

A life of waxing is long
Though the waning is gone
My heart will be full
My path continues on

A boy was I in the dark
A man to be
In the next degree
Till is grown a matriarch

The girl I met was she
Now I know why she cried
Waiting for me to be
Truth that never lied

A  woman she has become
Light is waxing smooth
Knew I found the one
My full goddess which I swoon

In this fullness of our moon
Turning together to reveal

I am her, and she is I
A god with his goddess

A magical sky

Moon

— Erik S. Lehman

Purpose (a favorite quote)

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. … I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life. …”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods

Yonder (repost)

Ponder up yonder …
It’s a wonder to wander …
Life is a journey with a sack on your back,
Filled with good things and memories we stack.

Forget the bad; what good does it do?
Just weighs you down, takes up more room.

With pleasant memories, your bindle will fill.
A magnificent journey can be your will.
Finding more gems along the way.
Tossing the others like lumps of clay.

Let go of the bad, don’t bury it under …
Ponder up yonder, fill your wander with wonder….

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~ Yonder ~
E Lehman

Self Found

My light it dwells,
Love’s inside.
My outer shell,
The knights don’t hide.

A gentle soul,
Others may not see.
My gaze is strong,
Silence golden to me.

At first glance,
I may seem cold;

But listen now,
If I may be so bold:

They have said, “Be bright, chatter, smile with glee!”
But why be someone,
Who isn’t me?

Does moonlight not shine?

In a silent night,
From She to thee,
A soft blue light,
Is what I see.

A statement I make now,
Will be my Truth,
Inside my silence,
My vermouth:

I found My Self
Inside of me.
I found My Self,
I shall be free.

I still carry my warriors shield:
A steel gaze,
Across the field.
Unto darkness,
I WILL NEVER YIELD.

light
My Self

~ Erik S. Lehman