I was born in Tunbridge Wells in 1973 and I've been Disgusted ever since.
I've been living in Sheffield, Yorkshire, England since 2001, when I met my ex-husband. I now live with my son and my mother has also moved in with us recently. The heads of the household are our two cats, Sarah and Scamps.
I write. I make pictures. I won't call myself an artist, because 99% of the things I create aren't art. But I keep trying, searching to make something meaningful. I love music but have no talent for it myself. I work full time, so the pursuit of art happens when I have time for it.
Between 2004 and 2009 I was a coordinator, then a moderator and then a site admin at Renderosity. External circumstances forced me to resign that position in late 2009, but I remain a Marketplace tester.
You can also visit my personal website, Forgotten Worlds and check out all my freebies there. That's about it. You can also read my blog but be warned, I swear like a dockworker ;-)
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Comments (8)
eternalwytch1
Beautiful, what a sweet way to express your love. :-)
Shadowmonkey
Love of the heart is truly the greatest gift any one can bestow upon another person. Your husband is truly a lucky man. I believe that you can never commit your feelings to the one you love enough. Thank you for your sonnet it truly is beautiful. ;0)
cagewench
I really, really loved this because you distinctly captured the way I feel when I want to right anything even remotely "happy" when you said: (quote)My superstitious heart becomes frenetic. "Dont write it down, or it might start to fade."(end quote) and also, when you spoke of the fear of repetitiveness when it comes to love-writing :):):)
SamTherapy
Interesting paradox there - writing a poem about not writing a poem about being in love. Also, it's damned hard to write a "lurve" poem without sounding cheesy or gushing. You achieved the balance nicely. If I wanted to be really picky, some of the rhymes don't quite work but since I do just the same in my own writing it would be unfair to say you did something wrong.
NothingNess
Beautiful tribute to what seems to be a wonderful loving relationship. Kudos to you.
FireTemptress
I identify with this poem so much... You touched on something I was having trouble expressing..... Love the way you put these words together, and the word picture you draw in my mind..
klaus-rittmeyer
dont speak, work.
rip-yawn
A HEAP OF CRAP NEVER MEANT FOR HUBBY BUT OTHER MAN FRIEND