prose – Saturday Soul with Sandy Hibbard

Filling the Emptiness

Sandy Hibbard — Wed, 30 Dec 2015 20:17:33 +0000

“By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

Thank Goodness Facebook has Some Saturday Soul Now!

Sandy Hibbard — Thu, 03 Apr 2014 19:52:30 +0000

Thank Goodness Facebook has Some Saturday Soul Now!

Hi everyone! Just wanted to send you a quick note to let you know that Saturday Soul is now on Facebook. On the new Saturday Soul Facebook page you can keep up more with my travels, activities and things that inspire me throughout the creative process BEFORE you see the post here on SaturdaySoul.com. So PLEASE, go like the page and enjoy! www.Facebook.com/saturdaysoul
Love and hugs,
Sandy

Love, Lace, and Fragile Things

Sandy Hibbard — Tue, 29 Oct 2013 13:26:49 +0000

Love, Lace, and Fragile Things

Bare my back to the wind
black, chilly
cold and haunting
tears taunting
not good enough to keep
not long enough to sleep
keep me in your glance
taken in the chance
of loving you
fragile lace
in your embrace
our future pace
questioned
ribbons tied to keep me down
a tender touch to heal your frown
silken kisses
covering your face
mine is a stranger’s fate
cold then hot
to love or not…

A Poem About One

Sandy Hibbard — Fri, 13 Apr 2012 04:54:43 +0000

I had a moment of inspiration with my journal tonight as I was sitting out by the pool. I had to get this out quick while it is still today! Peace and Love! Sandy
April 12, 2012
4 + 12 +12 = 28
2 + 8 = 10
1 + 0 = 1
It’s about one tonight
One girl in love
One girl alone
Thoughts of one
Hopes of one
Memories of one
One moon, mine
One star, mine too
For the one
Who will cherish one
Who will love one
One tear
One sigh
One goodbye
One journey
One life to live
One heart to give, mine.

a safer shore

Sandy Hibbard — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 01:09:02 +0000

This is my journey, I can’t deflect it. It moves across the waters without a reason, except for love. It crosses each channel with grace and beauty like fragile dappled’ beats breathing into the water – Life. Joy. Ecstasy. Want. Passion. Pursuit. The need to arrive at a destination is preempted by the flow of happiness guiding me toward a safe shore.