Day: December 29, 2018
“There should be a place where only the things you want to happen, happen.”
“There should be a place where only the things you want to happen, happen.”
Maurice Sendak, writer, book quote from “Where the Wild Things Are”
Goal
Today’s Word of the Day is Goal.
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Turn The Page – Haiku – iScriblr
Divorcing her pain, She painted a better life. Indeed a smart move! This post is written in response to Haiku Horizons, Week #246 – where you write a “HAIKU” using the prompt word. Follow this link to learn more about it, see other submissions, and to share your own. Come and join in the fun folks! This weeks prompt is “SMART!” […]
Source: Turn The Page – Haiku – iScriblr
Fatal attraction
“Mysteries of attraction could not always be explained through logic. Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter
That insatiable thirst
which rises from the depth of my soul
and devours me like a wildfire
this incessant need
to be wrapped around your soul
like an unstoppable contagion
this is the fever which is catching on
I’m getting drawn in
I love your lies
and I can slurp your deception
till that last drop
which quenches my thirst
and satiate my parched soul
You can pretend it not meant to be
but I can see the swirl of passion
in the black of your eye
and like a laughter hidden in the trees
I can find your fragments buried in me
that surge of emotions
my soul is tainted by the carnal desire
like a festering wound
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A “How to” Guide to Finding Yourself
This morning I was going through my poems in search of something and found this poem. It’s one I wrote sometime ago, and thought it might be helpful for you in understanding a little about the “how to” of spiritual ascension–of self-discovery.
Mosaic Woman Structure
There’s no way to tell you
What I’m feeling inside
Hard to spread out truth
Where so much error lies
We tend to get angry
Distant
Protective
When we only have peeks at
The vast, wide perspective
How can I give you
What’s still in slow progress—
Simmering
Stirring
Beneath a steeled surface
I’m afraid you can’t see me
Misinterpret my motives
Scared you’re repulsed by
My scarcely lit votives
Sometimes I’m impatient
Empty and maxed
Others I’m fearful
Overwhelmed
Even taxed
A mixture of emotion
Melting pot of expression
Trying to make it
In the wake of destruction
I don’t expect anything
Not words…
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Daily Quote
I want to be Holly Lisle. My goal is to finish writing a book and publish in 2019. Sounds huge, doesn’t it? Or maybe I am letting my shoulder devil speak too loudly. I can no longer listen to the devil. Instead, I am defying words of caution and heading where I have never been. I concocted a half-baked plan, stirred up a healthy dose of determination and know 2019 is my year.
I am audacious, shooting for stars. As Emily says:
We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies—The Heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King—Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886
What is your 2019 audacious goal?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
Behind your image…
Seasonal
because knowing that ~ freedom lies in solitude ~ I can say goodbye — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
A Heart For A Home
Come and read Sarah’s – A HEART FOR A HOME
“You made a home in my heart
before I even knew you were there.”
You picked the lock into my heart and I didn’t even know you were there until you were already inside. I wasn’t sure what to think of that. Surely I didn’t open the door. At least, not intentionally. But could I really call you an intruder? Did I really want you to pick up all the things I’d already admitted I adored about you? Did I really want you to take every piece of you and walk out that door as if you’d never entered?
I’d much rather spend whatever time we have together than send you on your way and feel the hole in my chest you’d be leaving behind.
© Sarah Doughty
So, please tell me you’ll stay.
The Reluctant Poet 