Grab a cup of tea or coffee (oh what the heck, get a danish too!) and sit a spell. You might want to grab your notebook and pen because you never know when you will be inspired to write down a quote, or jot down a poem of your own. Words are like that, they take you on a journey and the next thing you know you are breathing life into your own magical world of words.

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

It has been a busy couple of weeks and today is my first day off I've had in over 7 days. I decided to keep this poem short and off prompt. I may write to the prompt later but it felt like something deeper which I just didn't have the energy for at the moment.

Photo by MDragonwillow

Finding flowers in 
unusual places 
a pastime 
I enjoy 
seeing the beauty 
and strength 
in nature 
reminds me 
to be strong

Have fun playing with your words during OctPoWriMo!

Monday, October 1, 2018

Surrendering to Love

It begins. OctPoWriMo seventh annual poetry challenge begins now. The words flow from many all over the world. Some link up and some choose to play with their words offline. Will you be one of them?

Today's prompt is about surrendering to love, allowing oneself to open to love within and love from others.

Photo by MDragonwillow

it isn't as simple as
black and white
so much baggage to unpack
being in the moment
can be painful
and then there are
moments of
sudden and sharp
making colors come alive
music sound brighter
hope blossoms
and then is dashed
surrender is a state of
surrendering to love
doesn't always feel safe
will now be the time
will now be the place
surrendering to love


Hop on over to OctPoWriMo to see what other poets are writing about Surrender.


Sunday, September 9, 2018

Poetry in My Veins

A new chapter in my life is unfolding, everything is changing. With change there comes an ache spreading through my body, uncertainty moving through me, and I try to catch my breath.

The second half of life is bringing many changes - physically, emotionally, spiritually. Relationships are shifting, moving, changing. Friendships are deepening. A new love is flowing up... down, and hopefully back up again.

Poetry is breathing in my ear, "Come to the page..." as it often does, but particularly when I need words to help me know, really know, me.

So the timing is perfect that OctPoWriMo is coming right around the corner. The words are floating along my veins, begging to be placed on the page.

Photo by MDragonwillow

You can find out more about OctPoWriMo here.


Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Under the full moon

Mist swirls above the clearing, tall fir trees marking its edge
Yelps echo on the mountain walls, fox or wolf, who knows!
Suddenly, a gust of chilly wind blows across the opening, swishing through the tree tops,
Twisting the clouds into twirls, backlit by the orb of a full moon high in the sky.
Eerily, the white fumes take shape, landing on the wet grass without a sound
Revived, the silhouettes become fuller, denser bodies, their raspy wheezing changes to hushed voices
Illuminating the barren expanse, they quickly build a monumental fire, whispering magic as they do
Owls float silently around their unusual presence, critters disappear into the nearby forest
Under the full moon, they dance, happy to be whole again, together on this Earth
Spirits of our ancestors, here to reminisce every Halloween.
Today is OctPoWriMo's last day! 
We were given options for the prompt, including writing an acrostic poem. 
I chose that option, even though my poem turned into a sort of story...
I had fun this month. Thank you for reading and I'll try and continue writing poetry when the mood strikes. 

Monday, October 30, 2017

Forbidden City

I had an idea of where I could go with this but I couldn't publish my post on this site (Morgan agreed to let me share my poetry here so I could get some feedback from the other poets taking part in the challenge)...
So I'll take a different route for now. 
Seen from the temples atop the nearby hills,
Yellow roofs in a misty sea of winter chills
Lost amid the hustle of modernity
Oasis of quiet in a bustling city.
Mao looks over the throng of people who wait
But time stands still once you pass through the ornate gate
Enthralled by the craft of forgotten dynasties
Oasis of quiet in a bustling city.
Ten small statues stand watch on the roof's sloping eaves
To protect the Emperor from cheats and thieves
A thousand buildings for court and family
Oasis of quiet in a bustling city.
Long ago the seat of imperial power
Now a place where tourists can leisurely wander
Though it's also used by the military
Oasis of quiet in a bustling city.


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