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NaPoWriMo Day 21 Poem ~~~ Mystic Forest

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Mystic Forest

I walk, dream, think
my thoughts float up
thru the canopy of leaves
fog surrounds me,
wrapping me in it’s soft folds
drops of it’s tears shimmer
against my skin, like a lovers kiss

Alone, not lonely, still, quiet
my sanctuary, my bliss
steps muffled, as I walk slowly
a winding trail, like my thoughts
my cares gone, long forgotten
I am at peace in these mystic woods

Time stands still, sun breaks through
feel it’s warmth against the chill
a whisper of a breeze teases the leaves
talking to the trees, life wakes
I hear a rustle in aged undergrowth
something walking beside me, keeping time
as my feet move me forward

Life moves on, it’s what we all do
seeking, questing, living till we die
loving, giving, taking, leaving better behind
I am settled, the solitude of the woods
quiets my heart, my soul, behind I leave
the fears, doubts, misgivings,
they will disappear with the fog
inside my mystic forest, I am reborn

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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 20 ~~ Old Memories

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Old Memories

 

Handmade toys, long forgotten

Faded photos, tarnished frames

Abandoned? Why, I wonder?

Someone’s past memory.

 

Pocket watches, old glass faces

Dusty with age and time

Despite faltering, life went on?

Someone’s timeless memory.

 

Purple velvet lined jewelry box

Empty now, but for stale air

Hopes and dreams once lay inside?

Someone’s cherished memory.

 

Dried flowers, sad and alone

Once were brilliant, now long dulled

Were they picked from the garden below?

Someone’s perfumed memory.

 

Peeling, cracked paint upon the walls

Rooms decaying, long ignored

Love once rebounded thru the halls?

Someone’s long forgotten memory.

 

 

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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 19 ~~ The Silly Poem

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The Sea Shell Silly Poem

Seashells in the water I see
Try as I might I can’t get to thee
Rolling waves crash, so blustery
As I reach to grab a shell by my knee
Water so cold now I’m all achy
Big shells, small, ones shaped as a berry
Eek! This one is all slimy
Reaching deep, I grab one that’s showy
Red in color, really quite swirly
Yonder beckons another discreetly

Taking my treasure I gathered honestly
Over my shoulder I search intensely
Perhaps I missed one? No, I don’t see any

 

Once again, I did this poem using the prompt from the NaPoWriMo website.

This is a bit silly, but it’s Saturday. I recently got a large illustrated guide to sea shells. There are some pretty wild names for sea shells. Today I challenge you to take a look at the list of actual sea shell names below, and to use one or more of them to write a poem. Your poem doesn’t have to be about sea shells at all — just inspired by one or more of the names.

Peruvian Hat
Snout Otter Clam
Strawberry Top
Incised Moon
Sparse Dove
False Cup-and-Saucer
Leather Donax
Shuttlecock Volva
Striped Engina
Tricolor Niso
Triangular Nutmeg
Shoulderblade Sea Cat
Woody Canoebubble
Ghastly Miter
Heavy Bonnet
Tuberculate Emarginula
Lazarus Jewel Box
Unequal Bittersweet
Atlantic Turkey Wing

I decided to use Strawberry Top and just make a silly poem. Hope you enjoy!

 

 

 

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Author Interview ~~ Laura Cowan ~ Music of Sacred Lakes

Hello People! I hope everyone is going to have a wonderful Easter!

Today I have a special treat for you. Laura Cowan, author of a wonderful book called Music of Sacred Lakes has kindly agreed to an interview.

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Laura writes magical realism. It’s a fantastic and a little known genre that Laura does so very well. Her book Music of Sacred Lakes, is about a man called Peter, who has to come to terms with himself after his carelessness causes the death of a young girl. It’s how he does this and what he goes through that makes this book so beautiful. Laura takes us on a journey of redemption that will stay in your mind long after you finish reading the book.

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It’s available at Amazon…….here.

 

1- What inspired you to write your book?

I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of the spirit of place. Why do some places feel empty and others feel weighed down by eons of history? I saw a parallel with the music that comes out of certain countries and places, too. There is a mood to places that soaks into everything about their cultures. I wanted to track down what was going on there, on a spiritual, metaphysical and physical level.

2- What was the hardest part of writing this book?

Parts of this book explored the dysfunctional history of my family, and that tore me up getting it on the page. Why did generation after generation of my family have children that felt unwanted and rejected? It caused mental illness, violence, heartbreak. I was starting to suspect that a lack of love—and a lack of connectedness—was at the root of this legacy. When I realized that disconnect extended to a disconnect with understanding our place of belonging in the world itself in our culture as a whole (the Christian idea of man being a special creature set apart from the rest of creation or the modernist idea of man being able to stand objectively outside of the world to observe it for scientific research gave rise to this terrible loneliness and sense of displacement in western cultures, I was finding, which was changing with the rise of postmodernism and other related movements toward understanding man’s place of belonging in the world), this book really took off, but the whole thing was intense. When I finished, I wondered if I would ever recover my previous level of energy, that was how much it took out of me.

3- How do you find or make time to write?

I have a young child, I’m staying home to raise, and I have even done some freelance journalism on the side. Finding time to write has been a daily struggle, but it was when I realized I wasn’t going to get a better chance than my current schedule that I buckled down and just made it happen. I have been waiting to write for years, and once I figured out how to do the writing, figuring out how to get the time seemed like a very small obstacle by comparison. I think if you want it badly enough, you have to be more careful not to burn yourself out or get your priorities screwed up than you have to worry about not finding time.

4- How did you get interested in writing this particular genre?

I used to shy away from this question, because the answer is pretty weird. But when I started sharing this, people all over the place started telling me they have had the same experiences, so I’ve started to think it’s pretty typical, just something people don’t feel comfortable sharing in our culture. From a young age I had dreams that correctly predicted the future and a very mystical experience of life. It seemed silly to me to debate whether animals had souls, or trees had some kind of sentience. Of course they do! Or else what are they communicating when they express themselves in their own ways? It was when I was older that I realized this is a mystic’s way of viewing the world. Lots of people don’t experience the world this way, but the mystics of all cultures and religions have the same thing to say. Everything is alive. And modern physics is bearing this out, through a new understanding of the energetic basis of all matter. Magical realism is a way of exploring the world that introduces the unexpected, magical, or mystical into the everyday and brings everything alive for the reader. I have always loved books like that as a reader, and I think other people do too. Magical realism is a way to view the universe out of the corner of your eye and catch it jumping around before it presents a more mundane appearance to your direct gaze.

5- What was one of the most surprising thing you learned in writing this book?

How hard it is for people to discuss spiritual topics! I thought people who knew me would be more open to exploring an idea with me because they knew my heart was in the right place, but instead I ran straight up against all kinds of rigid preconceived notions that my beta readers couldn’t even discuss they were so charged for them. I guess this makes sense: the sensitivity of spirituality and related topics is the reason we often don’t discuss these things in public—wars have been fought over them. Still, I had a much more open reception with readers I had never met than people who knew me well, probably because people who had never met me would only pick up the book in the first place if they were interested in these topics. I was actually called a heretic by two people very close to me, which resulted in five extra months of obsessing over every detail in the book, to double triple check that I hadn’t gone all sideways somewhere in a way that would hurt people or make a mess. In the end, I realized that whether I was right or wrong about what I was doing with the book it was definitely where I was at the moment and exactly what I intended the story to be. So, I learned to trust myself a little and I published it.

6- If you had only one piece of advice to give to new writers, what would it be?

Trust yourself. So many new writers want to write so badly they make themselves sick over it, not realizing that strong instinct that they should be writing is the sign that they have the talent to do this. Also, strong self-doubt is another great indicator. If you want to write something totally bizarre and don’t think there’s an audience for it, chances are you would be doing us all a favor by adding your voice to the mix. Go with it, see what happens. Trust me when I say it hurts a lot more to stay stuck not daring to start than it does to try some things and have them not work out. Who knows if anyone will want to read my strange little book? But writing it was a personal revolution for me.

I want to thank you Laura once more for agreeing to an interview. I wish you all the luck in your future writings and book sales.

 

 

 

 

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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 18 ~~ Rain Flowers

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Rain Flowers

Spring brings soft rain
winter ends its pain
flowers in glorious color
stand tall and reign

New green grass grows
rain never slows
it’s refreshing drink is savored
only a matter of time I know

Soon color to the land will come
flowers, shrubs, gardens, so awesome
Windows opened wide, no longer
will I be sunk in winter’s boredom

I rejoice in rain clouds in the skies
as birds compete on current highs
Leaves show green on the trees
as if they’ve been brushed with dyes

So let it rain, let it pour all day
I will no longer be winters prey
Gray and gloomy it might be
soon rain flowers will gently sway

This poem is called a rubaiyat. It’s from today’s prompt from the NaPoWriMo website

Today they challenge you to write a ruba’i. What’s that? Well, it’s a Persian form — multipe stanzas in the ruba’i form is a rubaiyat, as in The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. Basically, a ruba’i is a four-line stanza, with a rhyme scheme of AABA. Robert Frost’s famous poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening uses this rhyme scheme. You can write a poem composed of one ruba’i, or try your hand at more, for a rubaiyat.

 

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NaPoWriMo Day 17 Poem ~~ Love’s Embrace

Hello people! For today’s poem I’m doing something that is far from what I normally do.  Romance, yeah, not my usual stuff that I write about. Since this month is about stretching my writing, after all I am doing National Poetry Writing Month, and many think of poetry as romantic.

I thought I would venture into romantic poetry a bit. Now I have to admit, I did have some help, so I am dedicating it to that person. They know who they are.  Hope you enjoy it everyone.

 

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Love’s Embrace

On my garden seat we sat that first day,
Looking out over the back fence,
We watched cows and birds frolicking
while we held hands.

Marvelling at the place we now found ourselves,
our fingers locked tight, as we lean into each other
not speaking, sitting in silence,
we soak up each others space, willingly, wantingly,
rejoicing in the presence of the other.

Heads touching, we broke the silence,
both whispering simultaneously,
we have it so good”, I you, you me
we have waited so long, so many months
this is now our time, to live and love.

My arm encircles you, our heads turn to each other,
we kiss softly, sigh once, look back over the fence
each enjoying the  nearness of the other,
the evening cools, beckoning us to move
look for warmer climes in which to further engage.

Our bedroom affords us the feeling of being alone
in the universe, we snuggle close, kiss,
hands softly touching, each searching to delight the other
lips on necks, gasps of sheer pleasure
the need to find, engage, to awaken our bodies.

Slowly we undo buttons, snaps, zippers
free our bodies for further exploring,
our hands roam, fingers trailing,
aware of parts that excite,
we search ever wanting to arouse the other.

Engrossed in our bodies tingles,
we fail to hear a rain softly falling,
adding to the intimacy of our bedroom,
cocooning us in misty dusk,
we murmur sweet words as we invite
each other into our most intimate of places.

The ecstasy that follows, reinforces
commitment, connection, devotion
we smile as we float on a loving high
our bodies sated, we hold each other close
whispered, “I love you’s” cover us with warmth.

We sleep entangled in loves embrace.

 

 

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NaPoWriMo Day 16 Poem ~~ Lies?

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Lies?

I am a tall, lanky woman, hair of deep blue
Eyes that sparkle purple, skin a reddish hue

My smile is quite scary, teeth made of wooden rounds
Fingernails long and sharp, arms that hang to the ground

Legs like strong oak trees, hair growing lush and long
Body that defies description, so muscular and strong

A round firm butt, that sticks out to there
Small and perky breasts, I even have an extra pair

A brain that is as small as a pea
All this fits me to a T!

 

 

This poem is brought to you by the NaPoWriMo’s website’s prompt for today. We were to write a 10 line poem, where each line is a lie.

I’m also doing this poem for The Daily Post’s Weekly writing challenge, which is to write a poem.

Hope you enjoy!

 

 

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NaPoWriMo Day 15 Poem ~~~ Two Kittens

Today’s poem I have tried to follow the NaPoWriMo website’s prompt. As I have no idea what I am doing half the time, I sure hope this works.

Today, I challenge you to write a poem in Terza Rima. This form was invented by Dante, and used in The Divine Comedy. It consists of three-line stanzas, with a “chained” rhyme scheme. The first stanza is ABA, the second is BCB, the third is CDC, and so on. No particular meter is necessary, but English poets have tended to default to iambic pentameter (iambic pentameter is like the Microsoft Windows of English poetry). One common way of ending a Terza rima poem is with a single line standing on its own, rhyming with the middle line of the preceding three-line stanza.

 

(c) JLPhillips 2013, Pouncer and Notwen, innocent looking right?
(c) JLPhillips 2013, Pouncer and Notwen, innocent looking right?

Two Kittens

Once in a barn, in a pile of hay, sat two kittens
Brother and sister, twins I was sure
I knew I had to have them, I was truly smitten

I’ll take them both I said to mother cat
And give them lots of love and care
She stared at me,  flicked her tail and sat

I bought them treats and a place to climb
Then took them home with me
Two little furry bundles, kitty love is so sublime

A few days later I gave them names
To fit their different kitty natures
As they slept and played their kitten games

The male was Notwen, the female Pouncer
So much alike,  so different in ways
Playing and tumbling, he could never trounce her

They are years older now, still together
They don’t play as much, but still
Where one is the other, always in fetter

So glad I got those two kittens whom I fell for against my will

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Share Your World – 2014 Week 15

Hello people!

Hope everyone is enjoying their day. If you aren’t, don’t worry, it’s almost over with.

So today we have another Share Your World day. Thanks once again to Cee from Cee’s Photography for giving us another set of questions to answer.

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For your blog do you basically use Windows or Mac, laptop, desktop, pad, or phone?

I always use my desktop, using Windows. I’ve never had a Mac, but I would like to have one, never could afford it. Who knows though, maybe my next computer. I don’t have a Smartphone, so no phone use. I don’t have an iPad either. It sucks being technology denied. Ha ha!

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I have always wanted to be a writer. Ever since I was taught how to read. I love stories and reading, and thought it would be so great to write stories that others enjoyed reading.

Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?

Well, I had a bit of a unique childhood in that I grew up in both, almost at the same time. My parents always had a summer place in upper Wisconsin that we went to during the summer months. Me, my sister and brother would be there all summer by ourselves when we got old enough. It was a glorious place to be in the summer, there was forest, lakes, streams  and untold openness to explore and dream about. During the school year we lived in the big city in Wisconsin, so a bit of both every year. .

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How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are? 

Some days I feel 20, some days I feel 120, depends. But usually in my mind, I’m still about 30. Which of course I’m not, but that’s how I feel most times.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I’m grateful for the weather finally getting warmer, it seems this winter was longer than usual. Probably no worse than any other winter, but it seemed like it was. I’m also grateful for good friends, who understand me and don’t need things explained to them. They just get it and me.

I’m looking forward to more of the same of this past week. That’s good enough for me.

 

 

 

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NaPoWriMo Day 14 ~~ Apple Blossom Rain

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Apple Blossom Rain

 

I sit with you, early morning spring

The apple blossoms floating down

Like fragrant, soft rain

As we laugh, we lift the veil on our lives

Now free to explore each other

Let’s see how we fit as one

Our experiences to share

As innocents pursuing discovery

I place a soft petal against your lips

Sparkling dew adds a layer of loveliness

Our lips brush,

The warmth of the morning grows

Our hearts beat loudly

Calling to each other,

Across a void of miles, embracing

Accepting no differences now

Your head rests upon my chest

Apple blossoms falling like spring rain

Their fragrance sweet and innocent

We are in a perfect place

We are content

I would like to thank Michael from Morpethroad for helping me once again to write this poem. I had writer’s block and he came to the rescue. Please go visit Michael’s blog and say hi! Thank you

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NaPoWriMo Poem 13 ~~ The Dragon Tree

 

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The Dragon Tree

 
I walked and dreamed until I spied a tree
That was shaped like a dragon, I stared, then smiled
Like a petrified piece of my imagination
I could see it plainly, so sat upon a log to begin my story

Knights in shining armor, upon dashing steeds
Dragons fierce and spitting fire, wings upon glistening bodies
Eyes staring, mysterious and forbidding, orbs watching
Dangerous yet beautiful in its glory

Maidens fainting at the sight, hoping to be rescued by the knights
Swords drawn, ready for a fight, noble men, brave deeds
They fought, and won, but sometimes lost, to beasts that flew
Around their heads, fire and strength, against cunning and steel

So my day was very well spent, as I weaved tales around The
Dragon Tree in the forest, where I walked one day
And sat upon the knee of a tree while my imagination flowed
Like the stream, wild and free