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Blogger Quote of the Week: Charles Yallowitz & Ionia Martin

I’ve been posting this on Sunday but I’m a little behind this time. The Blogger Quote of the Week for the week ending June 23rd is shared by two of my fellow bloggers: Ionia Martin and Charles Yallowitz. It seems fitting that they be recognized together since I find it difficult to mention one without the other. Plus, the banter between these two is reminiscent of sibling rivalry and I thought it would be fun to force these two to share. 🙂 If you’d like to see an example of their friendly banter, check out this post. While they love to rib each other in the comments, there is an underlying current of affection and loyalty that reminds me of the relationship I have with my siblings.

These two are prolific bloggers, publishing several posts per day. They light up the blogosphere with words of encouragement for fellow bloggers. It seems whenever I go to comment on a post Charles and Ionia have both already left their mark. I have often questioned whether they are even human or possibly they’ve cloned themselves many times over.

If you haven’t had the pleasure of following their blogs I highly recommend you do so. Not only will you receive a daily dose of comic relief, many helpful tips on writing and publishing, book reviews and author interviews but you will be awed by the poetry they write, which leads me to the quotes for this week. The words I wish to memorialize here come from poems each of them wrote this week. I hope you like them as much as I did.

Wishing for the Void

Bring me to the void
Where noises cease to be
Wrap me in a womb
Made of silence and numbness
Take my ears and eyes
And dash them upon the ground
Leave me with my thoughts
As I listen to my heart and mind
Desperately trying to speak
Through the chaos
That fills my daily life

~Charles Yallowitz

Forever and One Day

Just one moon
but different skies
just one world
through different eyes

Different locales
but goals the same
to find a way
and beat this game

Hearts divide
then reunite
when his morning
is my night

tender words
a whispered kiss
who would have known
it would be like this

no road too long
no sea too cold
to stop my love
young or old

I’d wait for him
or forever and
one day

to have a moment
of speechless joy
at the sight of his
handsome face

~Ionia Martin