Jobob

• Last seen on Feb 13 10:19 AM 2006. Member since February 14, 2006.
• I have 133 poems, 6 stories

My other items

• The Aftermath at allpoetry
  There is a place of calm beyond the storm
  A breath of utter stillness, in the night,
• The Mother -- not fininished at storywrite
  It's almost funny the way they forgot me, my children. They call themselves Lords, take control of all the secrets I taught them, act like the masters of Time and Space. The one place they never visit is their own past. It wa
• Sestina of grief at allpoetry
  He told me there was no such thing as cold
  And gifted me a life that saw no loss

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• on Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson, on September 7, 2004

  This was in my reading book as a child, and it really resonated with me. Like Louis Stevenson, I'm from Scotland, and although the winters can be cold and sometimes snowy, they're usually pretty temperate, certainly compared to other places on the same latitude. We are far enough North, though, that the difference in length between summer's day and winter's day can be quite staggering. In June, the sun stays above the horizon until 10pm, whereas in December it sets at 3pm or so.
  
  I can remember going to bed at 8pm or so in summer and lying in a bright room, the red curtains making everything glow strange colours, listening to the sounds of the street. I ended up thinking very much the same thing!