A little of everything post


The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.

Albert Einstein

Dear Mr. Einstein, I truly admire all your greatness and love your quotes which I often use, but I have one question …

How come they almost never apply to my persona?

Like the quote above? How come with me everything happens at the same time?

This past week I wanted to do so many posts here, but real life happened at once and I just couldn’t.


I wanted to make a post about the interview with me at Jingle Poetry, which you can read here, if you still haven’t

Meet The Poet On Wednesday – Scent of my heart

and to thank everyone that left me beautiful comments.


I wanted in the same post to share about the interview I did at Jingle Poetry with Caribbean Fool and thank him

for his time and the fun doing the questions and reading the answers,

and most of all to thank him for the smiles.

Meet The Poet On Wednesday – Caribbean Fool


I planned on writing a poem to accept the Perfect Poet Award, at Thursday Rally, for week 38, given me by Jingle.

I accept the award here and my nomination goes to Ina.


I wanted to thank Cherlyn and Sonam for being patient with me on our little projects.

Girls, I promise I’ll go back to normal soon.


Thank you everyone that came here and left a comment, spent time to read and appreciate my posts.

I’m sorry if I’ve missed to answer a comment or return a visit, it wasn’t on purpose.


And last …

I wanted to share a little happiness with you, my poem What if …?,

my Potluck entry for this week,

was included in an online literary journal

Whippoorwill journal

and all this thanks to Marissa Mullins.


To end the post, one more thank you to Jamie Dedes for everything and always, just because she is Jamie.

Come back tomorrow and read a post dedicated to Jamie.

If you haven’t read her poem The Jinn Poet, you should, masterful writing.


Love you all …

It’s funny how yesterday I was asking for another Sunday and today I’m glad it’s Monday …


© 2011  Broken Sparkles


Let the angels breathe

Let the angels breathe

Stop and stare at faces without names, imagine
their spirits cornered on a street with no end.
Find a moment to forget, relax, embrace
the smell of ocean in winter, respect the dove’s flight.

Hold the moral from promises, beautifully broken.
Caress your conscience and let it adrift
across horizons, on the wings of fragrance and winds,
let January’s song set your mind free, let the cold go.

Make a sacrifice, help someone, accept the eyes of hope,
hold the serenity, be close to stars and orbits.
Become the grace, the purity of galaxies abroad,
let the angels of peace breathe, this is all we need

Santorini by Krissi Bondiotis


© 2011  Broken Sparkles