If You Were Coming In The Fall... Emily Dickinson

If you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed,
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemens land.

If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I'd toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time's uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.

This is my favorite poem of all time...
Tell me what you think of it.

Dimitra

Back In Business...

I am finally back to the blog! I've been unable to sign in and update everyone.
Now I'm back and ready for action. Lol
So far, I've not done much.
I gauged my ears, and I'm pretty excited about it. I'm actually going to attempt a new size tonight. My trainer Justin finally noticed some change in me. He said, "You look smaller." That made me feel good. I'm really into the whole diet and exercise thing, and its really paying off. Pretty soon I'll have my bikini bod back and then the fun can start.
So far that's what's happened since I've been missing. Not much...But its something.
I haven't been inspired much as of late. But I will be soon.

Check ya later...

Dimitra

To Helen...

I love Edgar Allan Poe. He's one of my favorite writers. I love his poetry and his stories. Today I've been inspired to share one of his poems with you. I love it.

To Helen

Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.

On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.

Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I see thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-Land!

Hope you all liked it. Who would've thought that something so beautiful and genuine could come from one of the kings of gore? The author of The Pit and the Pendulum and The Tale-Tell Heart!
Beautiful poem. Love it everytime.

Have a good one...

Dimitra

So Here's The Deal...

I deleted my blog, and now I'm taking another stab at it. Sort of like a reinvention or something. I'm going to be trying a different approach. A more well kept, more updated, more mature approach. A showcase of the adult me, rather just me writing when I feel like bitching or getting something off my chest. It will involve everything having to do with me - people and situations included. However from a more intellectual standpoint. I won't name names, because I never do. But just know, that if you're involved with me in some way shape or form, you'll most likely end up in this blog, and it'll be all situations and experiences. Good or bad. I'm not putting anyone out there, just know, that it may be discussed if I feel so inspired. But that's just a small, very minuscule part of what this will be. You have to be involved in something hardcore to make it in here. Otherwise, subscribers to this blog will have access to see my artwork (which I am usually too lazy to put up and show, but I'm going to be making a real big effort to do so), my take on music, movies, products, and my ideals on health and wellness as I have found that I am increasingly falling in love with the gym and new health ventures. Just a bunch of tids and tads that have to do with the general population that you may want to know and acquire as knowledge.

So, I look forward to posting my future posts, and giving you all something you can use and enjoy rather than just nonsense.

Dimitra