Born to no religion
I create my own
faith in my pen
prayers to imagination
I worship
the human body and soul
entities never
fully understood
never loved enough
I place them
on my altar
sing their songs
of passion, lust, desire
give them heart
with my ink
and I am reborn
in the sanctuary of their spirit
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©MidwestFantasy/Beth Amanda
Written in April 2018 and revised October 2019
Nothing can dim the light which shines from within.
~ Maya Angelou ~
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she’s a sunrise
on a cold
November morning
yawning she
wipes the sleep
from her eyes
stretching her
arms she
slowly wakes
unaware
of the light
she brings
sticks and stones
and broken hearts
take so long
to heal
when we’re apart
I know I feel
strong
when I think of you
I’d write a symphony
of words
if you’d let me
weave you
into the melody
What secret language do the reindeer speak
when tender autumn hovers, trembling
hanging in frost edged grey dawn air
a foreshadowing of frigid cold to come.
Frosted copper leaves have fallen
the towering trees stripped bare
for brittle winter ice is coming
so they hover ever closer together
as the first delicate flakes float free.
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Art Flash/55 in November
November 1st signals the kickoff of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) or NaNo for short. Once more, authors and wannabes sign up, pledging to write 50,000 words. I succumbed to temptation, selected a story idea, wrote an outline, and committed to completing 1,667 words every day. Then I changed my mind. Not on competing, but on how to win.
I discovered Reverse NaNo. This format front-loads the word count, taking advantage of the excitement that accompanies the start of any new project. Day One requires a word count of 3,346 with falling requirements on successive days. By November 15, the halfway point, I have fewer than the prescribed daily minimum to add. On the final day, I need a single word to reach the goal.
I am very excited about this approach and eager to try it. I am looking forward to this because, in previous years, life drama intervened, with random days where I…
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There you live in the warm glow of the self-righteous High on that hil llooking down on those you deem impious
Source: Lose – Poetry For Healing
Beyond words… are the realms of the heart!
Our cellular awareness is trained to transmit messages through feelings that convey where words fail. It is embedded within our conscious awareness to guide us from inside out. Many of our beliefs in trust, faith and hope are powered in and from this core of our consciousness.
In this understanding is the reason for the purpose of why we do what we do, why we feel the way we feel, have an instinctual sensation of the direction of where a path leads to. In the…
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I castigate my actions
And reprimand my ways
I chide myself for selfishness
Admonishing without praise
Reproachfully, in this discipline
I censure all replies
And reprove, lambaste and punish me
In all I criticize
The Reluctant Poet 