Monday, June 11, 2007



to be held,
to be loved,
to feel warmth,
to feel your beating heart.
Wanting to be sheltered from the cold,
heartless winds.
Falling into invisible arms;
into an abyss of love.
that my desires will be filled;
my desires of loving warmth.
Wanting to be held,
Dreaming of passionate embraces,
of tender kisses,
loving words,
romantic nights.
Waiting for undying love.

Written by Dawn D.

taken in Chinese Camp
When I was on a day trip to Yositmite with my mom and step dad, we stopped in Chinese Camp. As we were walking down the main street, they were telling me stories concerning the area. They believed that this house was the town brothel. I walked around it and noticed the beautiful windows with iron, and the plaster falling off exposing the brick. I just looked at the windows thinking about the women which once lived there. As I looked at the window, I imagined a woman waiting for undying love. I came across this poem and immediately thought of the brothel house window.


  1. it´s a beautiful poem!! hugs to you! xx

  2. I love these kind of post. You are a master of storyweaving. Thanks!

  3. Lovely poem Angela...
    Sad too, to think of the women who worked here.

  4. beautiful poem, I love how you post the perfect photo to go with them you
    have such a talent.

  5. Angela, you twisted open my heart in with such a few words and great pathos all intertwined. How do you do that?

  6. this is such a powerful post and my heart is left feeling for the long ago women whose tender hearts held on to a longing of hope and love because that is better than the alternative ... stories are dancing through my head ~ thank you ... xox

  7. Angela: The true poet is coming out more and more in you and its so wonderful to be the ones to enjoy it.
    This was so pure, so honest, so WOW!

  8. Well, that poem hit home. Whew!