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Thump thump thump
Pulse pumps viciously in her ear
Beats rhythm a warrior’s drum
Driving her from kingdom come
Temples throbbing
Veins popping
Vision fading
Consciousness waning
Air catches in her chest
Gulps violently catching breath
Fingers squeeze tight around her neck
Drowning helplessly in her sweat
Hands flail reaching out
Voice powerless to shout
Body paralysed demons brutalise
Her spirit her heart her soul
Softly prays for release let go
Then silence stillness tranquillity peace
Dawn breaks welcomes blessed sleep
Sun’s rays torment and tease
Belie the shadows of her dreams

Copyright 2007 ann raven


Posted on: 7 July 2007

Booba’s Been Busy Busy…I’m sorry I’ve not been around in simply ages… I don’t think I’ve even mentioned my fleeting, indulgent, impulsive long weekend with the children.

It was fantastic and believe it or not, I took these pics all by myself with my cute little red camera… getting them to stay still for more than a second was not easy

Boaz is almost two-and-a-half years old and Moriah celebrated her first Hebrew birthday a few days ago although her English birthday is really 12 July. She’ll have a proper family birthday party when we’re altogether.

I cannot find words that begin to express adequately how my heart feels to be with them. It won’t be long before we see each other again; the wedding is just under three weeks time on the 26 July and we leave two weeks on Sunday, a few days earlier.

Can you see the view from their terrace? They are surrounded by the most amazing scenery.

One would think that with all the pre-wedding plans that have occupied so much of my time and energy, so much so that I haven’t been near blogdom is goodness knows how long, I would have… yeah, you guessed it, lost some weight. Nah… no such luck. On the plus side, I’m no fatter, but it’s all relative depending on the starting point… hmmm!

On Sunday is Lucy’s hen and guess who got roped in with catering… the cheesecake looks amazing and my fridge is bursting. Next weekend all the children are staying here, so they’ll all be here for Friday night dinner and Saturday after synagogue I have a crowd here for lunch… more f-o-o-d!

Huh, wouldn’t surprise me in the least!

Oh Bobby Bobby, where were you last weekend when we badly needed a big strapping guy to help with the move? Yes Rachel has now moved into her own little place, although she is actually fast asleep upstairs in my house at this very moment. Now that really was hard graft… she’s bought a 2nd floor flat (apartment) with no lift (elevator) and our cars were loaded. I think she had more household goods than John Lewis & Fenwicks put together.

Her room (here) has never looked so clean and tidy and although she hasn’t taken everything yet, I’ve already managed to spread myself out and moved some of my stuff into her wardrobes (closets). I seriously have a lot of clothes… lots and lots. As fast as I have a clear out, I buy more. Sometimes there is an advantage to having no one to answer to… hehehehe.

I don’t think I’d like to justify my spending habits to Goren. Look at him in that picture. “What dear, another hat? And exactly how many pairs of shoes do you own? Yes dear that does include sandals, boots, pumps, killer heels, mules, trainers, flipflops! I don’t believe it, you bought that T-shirt in every single colour?”

One of the few advantages of singledom I believe.

Jamie and Lucy also completed (closed) on their place on the same day, although they’re not properly moving in until Tuesday… what a shame I have to work that day. They will live about five minutes from Rachel, both about an hour’s drive from moi. Still it’s a little nearer than Israel. Jamie is already driving me mad to move near them. I want my house decorated when I get back from Israel and some new carpet in their bedrooms and he’s telling me not to waste my money.

Did I say something before about not having to answer to anyone?

Huh! It’s called “skiing” spending kids’ inheritence!

Vincent, I didn’t forget your birthday, honest. We all barely found time to celebrate Rachel’s. I did think up a poem for you, but it’s a little bit cheeky… lotsa words that rhyme with birthday gift, like birthday kiss and birthday lips and birthday bliss… sigh… oh and naughtiest! Well that rhymes too!

However, I bought a very dear friend a very thin volume of poetry for her birthday; a book of romance, unrequited love, passionate desires, sexual ecstasy and soul longings. It looked so good, I bought myself a copy too. I just didn’t know it was going to be as slender a volume as it turned out. There was one particular poem I believe reflects how your fans feel about you, so in honour of your birthday Vincent, I posted it at London~Love~Vincent

Oh, by the by, Mr D’Onofrio, you wouldn’t have needed your tux if you were my simcha buddy, which YOU ARE NOT boo hoo! You really don’t know what you’re missing, you silly man, and I did offer to pay all your expenses. Erm… it’s still not tooooooo late, in fact, you could come out and play, I mean you could come out on the same flight as my niece…

On a final note. The weather here has been atrocious and Wimbledon has been quite the wash out. Did anyone see today’s Roddick match? I was glued. I’m sorry my dear yankie friends that your man lost, but the match was amazing.

I shall try and pop by and say hello to you all over the weekend. I feel quite strange posting again; believe it or not, a little reticent and reserved, although looking back I can see I have rambled on rather a lot.

Not sure when I’ll post again. If I can I shall try before I leave, otherwise in about a month’s time. Wishing you and yours a wonderful weekend.

P.S. I just got a spanking brand new one of these; cute isn’t it? Now I need to learn how to drive an i-shift. It does drive in automatic, but I have these little paddle things on the steering wheel that change gear and no clutch, but I don’t have a clue how to use them.

Belated birthday greetings my dear Vincent D’Onofrio…

A poem I believe many feel and understand

I do love you

I am caught between our worlds
Feeling lonely in mine
Knowing I can’t be in yours

I do love you

I’m caught between leaving and staying
Feeling lost without you in my life
Knowing you and I may never meet

I do love you

My heart is real
so are the things I feel

I’m caught between needing to talk to you
and staying sane when I don’t
Knowing you are often too busy for me

I didn’t mean to fall for you
but it happened just the same
and I know it might cause pain

I’m caught between desire and fire
If I make this my reality, I’ll get burnt

I do love you
because fantasy became a reality

I fell for your personality

the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

July 2007