The mountain I saw as a child is finally just as it should be, a small hilltop. And suddenly I realize I am home. My long walk on the world stage has come full circle and I have returned to my beginning. If tomorrow came again, today would be my best day. My entire life everything I believe myself to be came from yesterday, and I would not change a thing. I have seen so much in so little time. I have loved and been loved and will always be the one who believes that no matter what; no regrets, just bittersweet memories. One small road on a very long adventure does not make a life. I am strong and I am not afraid. I will always believe that daring to be great is better than believing that you are small. We are all giants on the inside.
My life, my world, paint and poetry. DORIA D. is both painter and poet, her paintings are inspired by the most incredible gifts of life; language, poetry, food, wine and love all wrapped up in a joyful spiritual faith.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
TWELVE - A Place to Begin - A
The mountain I saw as a child is finally just as it should be, a small hilltop. And suddenly I realize I am home. My long walk on the world stage has come full circle and I have returned to my beginning. If tomorrow came again, today would be my best day. My entire life everything I believe myself to be came from yesterday, and I would not change a thing. I have seen so much in so little time. I have loved and been loved and will always be the one who believes that no matter what; no regrets, just bittersweet memories. One small road on a very long adventure does not make a life. I am strong and I am not afraid. I will always believe that daring to be great is better than believing that you are small. We are all giants on the inside.
Friday, September 20, 2013
ELEVEN - Thoughts at almost midnight by doria d.

Monday, September 16, 2013
TEN - Poetry and me
What poetry means to me
doria d.
Poetry is like the
gentle pounding of rain, a tribal music of sacred drums slowly beating into a
wondrous melody, that lulls you into the darkness of sleep, the tranquility of
silence, chasing away the spirits.
It is my solitude in the happiest moments and in the saddest times. Poetry is living in a world without
rules or boundaries, yet somehow not living in chaos. It describes the most profound love and defines the most
intense hatred. It is the unspoken
language of man. It is the most
private and most public outcry of the pains, anguishes and loves of
mankind. It is where we begin and
where we end. Poetry is the life
we live and the dreams that we wish we had lived.

Poetry is the written
expression of knowledge; it is what we have learned and more importantly what
we have deep within to teach. My
poetry is an expression of everything I have seen, everything that I've known,
thought, lived and dreamed. I see my words on the faces of those whose lives
touched mine. I feel what I see
and I see what I feel. I see with
my eyes, my heart and my mind.
Poetry is my great escape from the world around me. It is jumping into the wind and sailing
out into the open sea, beyond rules and boundaries. It is forgiving, forgetting and moving on, it is healing,
understanding and accepting.
I don't write to
please anyone, I write very simply to make sense of my own dark clouds and
sunny days. I hope that somewhere
in the jumble of my words that someone finds a word that fits their fancy. A phrase that gives them hope or a poem
that represents what I have felt. I hope that you are reminded of something,
good or bad, and that these words that I've put together somehow have meaning
for someone other than myself. I
hope that whoever reads these words will find their own voice within mine. That they will feel. That some buried memory will slip back
into reality for a moment, and that in that joy, or anger or sadness they find
a release, an understanding, a door that opens and lets them believe again,
move forward, and get on with life.
Poetry should amaze, excite, and empower. It should throw your senses into a fury. It should make you cry. It should make you laugh. It should inspire you to think. It is the relentless pursuit of saying
so much in so few words. It is to
play music without an instrument.
It is pure raw emotion.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Nine -Eleven
9/11 Say a prayer before you sleep, say a prayer when you wake, and to remember, or maybe not to forget, hold the one that you love just a little longer and say those three little words - I LOVE YOU - just because - have a moment of silence and remember all those who are no more and remember every soldier that has gone away, and for no other reason, just because your are a human being, be kind to someone. love to all doria d.#dsquare7
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Saturday, September 7, 2013
Eight - Remember
In a time when we are alone, there is a calm that seeps in and preserves the soul. Sometimes, faith is all you have.
A PERFECT BREEZE, REMEMBERING
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