undone by telling ~

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there’s truth
we scarce consider –
and one we dare not speak
a normal found
in courage lost –
a darkness not so deep

I’ve kept my word
in seeking –
for a path I knew before
hearts undone
by telling –
a truth I waited for

sometimes
the dream falls open –
as I wander with the night
beyond the risk of losing –
to a place of love
and light

when tempted I
by sorrows
for every hurt embraced –
moments of surrender
turn my wanting
into grace

. . .

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May is for mental health, celebrating the many colors of my soul

Emotional Musings

Hello my dear readers, I’m back from my social media detox and vacation stays in North Carolina and Rhode Island. Ahhhhh, I feel so absolutely rejuvenated and refreshed! I had a real adventure while experiencing many hiccups and unexpected detours along the way. Life continues to delight and surprise me as I can hear the Universe whisper, “surrender my child, allow the flow”. These messages color my soul, the shades and hues are both vibrant at times and muted I others. The ongoing process of allowing myself to learn from my mistakes, when things don’t go as planned or fall apart completely teaches me to stay curious and open. Smooth waters never make a skilled sailor of any of us my dears.

Over these past two weeks I kept myself in nature’s glory, sunshibe and rain, in the moment and observed with all my senses what life was presenting me…

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Stitches and a Leonard Cohen song

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Stitches…

I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I painted on her tender and raw skin, love words. Over and over till they became meaningless. Somehow the love words made her bleed and I had to sewed her-up.

I remember on a liar’s moon, I removed the stitches and I kissed the bluest scars and the wounds reopened. She told me. So cold, I am. I am like a Alaska long Winter. You wasted your fingers and hands on my dead skin. Once you excited my body and mind. You were my 3 am ride, my 3 am company. We tried to fulfill a need always rising and falling like a Winter Pacific storm. I told you, I was a heartache waiting to be born. I…

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The golden dust.. And amazing Audra Mae

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The golden Dust….

We didn’t know. Life move so damn fast and we cannot stop time. I wondered. Did you know me? Did I know you? Now our silence whispers of love words are rarely heard and the old photos. Just remnants of what we were. Did I seek the hidden sadness in your eyes? I believe women are more layered than men. Rarely doe a woman allow a man to see her inner secrets and secret fears.

I believe woman are like the mountains. If you try to understand and appreciate. You will find new ridges of sadness and secret waterfalls of tears.

A lucky man will be blessed with love words. She will whisper, I have loved andI have lost myself in you. I remembered when you held me like a child. I tried to linger in the madness, in the gift of love. I remember on a…

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MLMM- Photo Challenge #364

Keep it alive

Nekneeraj is the host of Photo Challenge

– Mahdie Farhadkiaei

Use above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.

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A clandestine rendezvous with the knave
Thinking him the king of her heart she gives all
But he’s a trickster, betraying her at the end
Oh the pain of love’s treachery tears her soul

♾♾♾

#Keepitalive

#PhotoChallenge

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Tuesday Writing Prompt & Lynn’s Tuesday Picture Prompt # 47

Keep it alive

Glenis the host of LTPP andDevereaux Frazier and Beth Amandaare currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge

Art(including pictures and images)should evoke an emotional response in those who are viewing them. That’s why art can leave such a long-lasting and poignant imprint within the depths of our psyche

Your challenge or writing prompt is this:

  • what emotions or feelings get evoked or aroused in you when you look at this photograph taken by Lynn

Remember, the goal isn’t necessarily to tell me and others exactly what the picture is.

The creative goal for all of us is“what does the picture evoke in you;what emotion; feeling; memory or whatever it may be – what does it arouse in youand to share it that with others.

Our Week 47 picture is a slow shutter speed capture of a section of “Little High…

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Promote a Poet/Writer Thursday, May 6, 2021

Go Dog Go Café

Welcome to Promote a Poet/Writer Thursday! This is the day of the week where all members of the Go Dog Go Café Community are invited to introduce a Poet or Writer they enjoy reading.

Participating is really fast and simple- in the comments below, post the link for the Home Page of the Poet/Writer you are introducing to us and tell us briefly why you think they are special.

We encourage all of you to visit these blogs (or social media pages) and get acquainted with some great new writers. You never know who you might meet. . .

Happy reading!

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