tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86759587579217770632024-02-17T03:48:39.799-05:00A Writer's UniverseMorgan Dragonwillowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17147836851533669779noreply@blogger.comBlogger290125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-90926037563774218142022-10-08T03:07:00.000-04:002022-10-08T03:07:44.817-04:00OctPoWriMo Day 8 I'm going to attempt to write a poem on my phone since using the keyboard for my tablet takes too much brain power for my creativity to wake up.Art by MDragonwillowWhen the world leaves you breathless.One must ask, "Am I doing this right?"No one gives you a handbook on doing life.Do's and don'ts people have plenty to say.Eventually though you have to figure it out.Right?For otherwise Morgan Dragonwillowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17147836851533669779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-78782030870380413692022-10-01T00:00:00.012-04:002022-10-01T00:00:00.150-04:00OctPoWriMo Day 1 I didn't participate last year because I was having such a tough time. This year I feel like a completely different person, lighter, freer and more myself. I'm really looking forward to writing poetry with the other participants of OctPoWriMo. The prompt for day one is, Shine Your Light and the poetry type is, free write. I decided to free write and see what falls to the page.I dance Morgan Dragonwillowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17147836851533669779noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-76806699190707115562021-01-20T14:33:00.001-05:002021-01-20T14:33:12.365-05:00Finding an Artist My daughter owns this painting and she's trying to discover the artist.Morgan Dragonwillowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17147836851533669779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-63192679642319726012020-11-04T11:17:00.000-05:002020-11-04T11:17:02.598-05:00Crystals and ChakrasSince I am now treating this like a business, I'm working on posting more regularly and that means almost daily on my Patreon and those posts that are going live a week later I'm sharing here. I've decided to combine Crystal 52 with the Chakra work (Crystals and Chakras) I've been doing. I'm still using the same list of crystals in the meme below.Not sure how this is going to look as I'm Morgan Dragonwillowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17147836851533669779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-16069770410121535792020-11-04T10:45:00.000-05:002020-11-04T10:45:27.265-05:00Poetry and Prompts 1Wednesday is the day for Poetry and Prompts. I've had trouble writing poetry with any regularity since 2014 when a woman decided it was her mission to convince me what I write isn't poetry. I allowed it to damage my self confidence in my poetry. Photo by MDragonwillowNow I am pushing myself to write poetry again, at least once per week, and share a prompt for you to join me on this Morgan Dragonwillowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17147836851533669779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-10473435642365335482020-10-02T00:28:00.003-04:002020-10-02T00:28:27.277-04:00OctPoWriMo - Shining My Light and VulnerabilityMy skin feels like it is on inside out a lot lately, everything feels slightly off or a lot off. Part of it is the pandemic and part of it is the cycle of life I am in. I spend a lot of time alone, partly by choice and partly, well, the pandemic. But even without the pandemic, I don't know that I would be spending much time with other people. More now than ever in my life, it feels difficult to Morgan Dragonwillowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17147836851533669779noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-27225810647358074902020-04-01T00:09:00.000-04:002020-04-01T16:57:48.554-04:00A is for Allowing
Art by MDragonwillow
from Effy Wild's Journal
Jam on Wilderhood
Allowing the changes
Rivers flowing faster now
Magic still happens
Art by MDragonwillow for the a to z challenge.
I am a crone in the making and and I'm using art witchery to help me through it. Moving through these changes can feel as difficult as being a teenager; hormones rising and falling and lifeMorgan Dragonwillowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17147836851533669779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-84801686645377617682020-03-25T15:03:00.000-04:002020-03-25T21:25:40.430-04:00A to Z Blog Challenge
I am going to attempt to do the A to Z Blogging Challenge in April even though my laptop is on the blitz. I'm going to keep it simple by creating A to Z Haiku and possibly other forms of poetry.
I'll probably share some of my art journaling and photography from the past year and maybe some new stuff I create during the challenge.
My theme is...
Crone Art Witchery
My art Morgan Dragonwillowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17147836851533669779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-7871112858250617602018-10-02T11:20:00.001-04:002018-10-02T11:20:40.032-04:00It 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
andMorgan Dragonwillowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17147836851533669779noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-44465920908464853102018-10-01T00:04:00.001-04:002020-01-23T14:11:40.333-05:00Surrendering to LoveIt 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
Love
it isn't as simple as
black and white
so much baggage to Morgan Dragonwillowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17147836851533669779noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-78568255477492135172018-09-09T08:37:00.002-04:002020-01-23T14:12:27.218-05:00Poetry in My VeinsA 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 Morgan Dragonwillowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17147836851533669779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-12948330323435408852017-10-31T12:16:00.003-04:002017-10-31T12:16:59.952-04:00Under 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, Dawn D McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978475234151014435noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-81523340385282863182017-10-30T10:21:00.001-04:002017-10-30T10:21:19.777-04:00Forbidden CityI 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 ofDawn D McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978475234151014435noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-78025521249882988062017-10-29T16:31:00.000-04:002017-10-30T00:37:25.850-04:00As I sit hereAs I sit here, I think of you;
While the world may spin around me,
I know I have the strength to push through
***
The sky is dark and I feel blue
But birds are singing in the oak tree
As I sit here, I think of you
***
I see your smile, slightly askew,
In my mind's eye, you're all I see;
I know I have the strength to push through
***
When my nightmares seem to come true,
While memories wash over Dawn D McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978475234151014435noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-77289744885050052182017-10-28T19:23:00.002-04:002017-10-29T03:18:36.744-04:00I belongI belong in the forest
I belong in the trees
Feeling their rough bark
Against my hands and knees
Brings me comfort
As energy flows through me.
***
I belong in the forest
I belong in nature
Under cover of the canopy
Humidity makes me shiver
Putrefied scent of fallen leaves
Soil composted from rotting timber
***
I belong in nature
I belong in the fields
Dark, rich earth just upturned
Across the Dawn D McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978475234151014435noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-23383901324226493292017-10-27T12:30:00.001-04:002017-10-27T12:30:28.732-04:00Delicate flowerSoft velvet petals
Reveal a carmin center
Delicate flower
*** Fingers caress her
Gently on the outer rim
Sending sweet shivers
***
Life sap swiftly flows
Colours change, hot pink, deep red,
Petals full, engorged
***
Sweet nectar pools 'round
The center bud, glistening
Precious scent wafting
***
Creatures, wild, enthralled
Bend forward, fascinated
Lapping the thin dew
***
The flower opens
Dawn D McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978475234151014435noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-57353894283219432182017-10-26T19:08:00.001-04:002017-10-26T19:08:13.545-04:00My mind on artsMy mind is a movie reel
Full of wonderings and flashbacks
(These are often painful ones
Still needing to be processed)
Luckily, I'm now more able
To get through to my earlier feelings
To sort between what I remember
And the negative influences I'd received
The destructive thoughts that snaked inside
***
My mind is a cha-cha
Sliding endlessly across the floor,
Sometimes moving forwards,
Sometimes Dawn D McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978475234151014435noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-78545724898537311122017-10-25T14:24:00.002-04:002017-10-25T14:25:05.655-04:00Stuffed
Take a family,
Children, mother, grandfather
Gathered around the kitchen;
Dad is out of place in this environment,
Only comes, but without fail,
Year in year out, a family joke,
To 'check' that it's as tasty as usual;
Dates, walnuts, prunes
Spread on the table
With mulicoloured marzipan,
Sweetness fills the air;
Pitting the plums
is for the older ones:
A sharp blade is needed
Dawn D McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978475234151014435noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-73304894167556189802017-10-24T19:02:00.000-04:002017-10-24T19:02:25.590-04:00The Day They MetLet's set the scene:
February 15th, early morning
Dark room, coloured lights swirling
Loud music blaring
***
A crowded dance floor
People there for various reasons
Some to celebrate Valentine's day
Some to lose themselves in the sound
Some hunting for their next prey
Or find their future partner,
Others simply to have fun
***
She was there,
Silver lace dress over black tights
Dancing freely, to Dawn D McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978475234151014435noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-33730818151788778522017-10-23T05:35:00.001-04:002017-10-23T07:15:26.283-04:00Spooky Night
Deep into October's longest night
Bats are flying, moon shining bright
A chilly wind is howling
Or is it a werewolf?
A door is creaking
Lights fluttering...
Suddenly,
A ghost.
Boo!!
***
Today I didn't feel like following the theme of the prompt (messenger), but I did follow the form (a nonet).
Hallowe'en is coming you guys!! 😊
Dawn D McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978475234151014435noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-72707436921885829012017-10-23T00:43:00.000-04:002018-04-01T16:02:39.572-04:00Where the Greek Goddess RoamsBev, over at OctPoWriMo, suggested the poetry form Nonet, for today's prompt What is the Message?
I am a strange one and love counting syllables. I couldn't find a photo of the Goddess Iris or Arke, so I settled for the interesting photo of the Greek Island Mykonos.
Greek Island Mykonos where I'm sure the
Greek Goddess roams. Photo courtesy of
PublicDomainPictures&Morgan Dragonwillowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17147836851533669779noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-78571732327671876522017-10-22T15:42:00.001-04:002017-10-22T15:42:01.461-04:00Memory LaneClearing the bed on which I sleep
Of much clutter left in a heap
I saw the ornate double doors
Which, like a gem, hide two small drawers, treasure safekeep
***
They're part of the old jewelry box,
The kind you couldn't find in shops,
Made with love by my grandfather
With old yet dexterous fingers which never stopped
***
Seeing it takes me back in time
Thirty five odd years, in my prime,
When Dawn D McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978475234151014435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-83448832558475554392017-10-22T11:17:00.003-04:002017-10-22T11:17:59.959-04:00Follow Your Bliss
Follow Your Bliss to Machu PicchuPhoto courtesy of PublicDomainPicturesby Kai Stachowiak
Poets are a sensitive bunch.
We feel things deeply and
that translates onto the page.
We have highs,
so high,
and lows that are
in the deepest of despair.
We move with the energies.
We move with music
we can hear
and sometimes
music that others can't hear.
Morgan Dragonwillowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17147836851533669779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-63260761386560834042017-10-21T13:17:00.000-04:002017-10-21T13:24:48.991-04:00Nothing remains the same
Alone at last;
Breaking from the stranglehold
Caused by your ceaseless control;
Difficult deed it is
Escaping these pervasive voices,
Fighting the urge to lie down,
Grappling for my truth
Hidden deep under your lies;
Introspection is vitally important,
Judging myself needs to stop,
Knocking myself down as well;
Listening to others' advice
Makes little sense,
Not when they Dawn D McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978475234151014435noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675958757921777063.post-72696914980348688602017-10-21T06:42:00.002-04:002017-10-21T06:45:51.248-04:00Don't be like him
Please,
You're scaring me
I feel paralysed when you get angry
At me
At your siblings
At time passing by
Please,
Don't yell at me
Don't use that scornful voice
That makes me feel
About as big as a mouse
Please,
Don't tell me I should be
More like your dad
Don't tell me I should be
Stricter with my children
Yelling louder
On top of them all the time
Can't you Dawn D McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978475234151014435noreply@blogger.com5