Lea Lane

Lea Lane
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Florida, USA
Birthday
August 26
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freelance writer/editor
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“I’ve discovered the secret of life,” Kay Thompson, the eccentric entertainer and “Eloise” author, once said. “A lot of hard work, a lot of sense of humor, a lot of joy and a lot of tra-la-la!” And that's been my life: As a travel writer for over 30 years, I've been around the block (more like around the world), and I write true stories about interesting people and places. I've lived an unconventional life in conventional trappings. Been a corporate VP, worked with foster kids, acted in an Indie ("Nurse 1"), was on Jeopardy!. I've been managing editor of a travel publication, written for the Times, and authored books. OS is my home, but I also blog on The Huffington Post, and I've contributed (mostly anonymously) to everything from encyclopedias to guidebooks. Married young, divorced late; married late, widowed early, I dated lots in-between -- and survived a scary illness. After being happily, peacefully solo for many years, I'm now happily married again. I founded and still edit www.sololady.com, a lifestyle Website for single women. I'm truly grateful for each precious day, each well-earned wrinkle, my family, my cat. Truth, laughter, friendship, late love. And this blog -- on this wonderful site!

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OCTOBER 16, 2010 2:06PM

This Golden Moment: December 21, 2009

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I celebrate this moment

Of health, love, new loving:

My sons strong and caring,

My precious girls so thriving.

All right with my world.

 

To keep this golden moment

I’d pin it on my collar

Like a moth in amber,

Or a locket with a photo,

Amulets to ward off time.

 

But to hold this golden moment

I'll write of it instead 

And hold it close,

Still faintly burnished

Like a precious star.

 

This fading, golden moment

Fleeting even now,

Evanescent, glimmering,

Yet swiftly dimming

Under clouds that gather.

 

I’ll go on to other moments

Filled with fear and longing,

Darkness, pain, or emptiness,

Unknowns that haunt,

That taunt with loss inevitable.

 

But I had this one fine moment

Placed in these words,

Retained through tomorrows,

Returned to some day

When I’ll need to remember.

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The Moth-in-Amber line is incredible! R.
I do not remember you ever writing poetry before this one. But wow! I love the repeating phrase with a few twists. It is like a good hook to a song. "I’ll go on to other moments." That was my favorite.
The use of 'moment' in each new stanza is very effective. I like the idea of being able to pinpoint that one perfect moment...
I have had those moments that I hold close. You have said it so incredibly well.
Treasures - the moment and the poem.
Oh for a moment that all's right with the world. I'd "pin it on my collar too"
Poetry, Lea? Wonderful, wonderful.
absolutely beautiful, the idea of keeping a memory like a jewel.
I have indelible moments that I'll never lose. Many of them I wish I could obliterate, but some are good. One in particular I want to be my last thought.
Beautiful metaphors, beautiful moment. You make me think I should pay more attention to the good times. Lovely. R.
Mmmmmm very, very nice.
Thanks, all. This site is so wonderful when it comes to trying out things you rarely do. I have written poems over the years, mainly inspired by love affairs and such, but not about much else. It feels good to celebrate something and spread your wings a bit among people who will read your feelings and not dismiss them. That is why I stay.
Thanks for sharing this...so real!
It's the golden moments we capture that brighten the darker hours, Lea. You expressed it so well here.
~R
Lovely and evocative, Lea. Thanks for stretching and risking and sharing!
word will keep what we'll forget
Lea, wonderful thoughts expressed here and also very cool that it coincided with the winter solstice.
i like this, lea, your poetry debut, at least for as long as i've been reading your blog. it's lovely and i like that it acknowledges that not all moments in life are happy or worth pinning on one's collar (great line, as others have said), but maybe it's the juxtaposition that makes the happy ones all the sweeter? i like very much that you wrote about it instead of holding it. ;
Very nice poetry. Very nice imagery.
Your words are fine medicine for the soul.
This is as much a prayer as a poem. I could benefit from posting it in front of my face, or on my forehead.

xoxox

When our grandson goes home on Sundays, Rich always tells him that's he's going to put him in his pocket, so that he can spend the week with him.
so you can write poetry, too, can you? Well, I'm officially jealous!

Seriously...I liked that this approached an idea that's talked about a lot (and which most of us strive for) in a fresh way. Your images made it come alive rather than being a platitude.
I hope the date in the subject line does not mean this moment is altogether gone for you. Lovely, and rated.
I don't remember ever reading any of your poetry, but this is exquisite.
You do everything you write such justice. Poetry suits you!
Lea, this is superb. You are right; I missed it. It is on there now. R-
Thank you, Dave. Quite a service you provide. Will try again.
Honest, earnest, direct and lovely. One doesn't see that combo very often. Grand. Rated
So nice to see this poem's return!
A brilliant foray into stoptiming. Something no one can do, though the attempt through art is life-enhancing. Memory fades. But one's artwork remains when all else ends. Or so it seems to me.
Too perfect! This past August my son's lung collapsed with led to find a mass in his chest and surgery. The fact that he is so much better now and healing brought me to be so thankful. When all is right with our world it is good to take note. In a flash things can change.