Tag: writing
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True Love Defined – A Poem
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True Love Defined – A Poem True love doesn’t live in fairy tale castles Or dwell among happily ever afters, But breathes between two pairs of eyes, Acknowledging the wreckage that resides between them, Vowing that no matter what, They’ll see each other through, That as lost as they are, They’re in this together, And…
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The Secret Power – A Poem
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Do you want to know a secret? One with the power to completely change your life this very second? Well, lean closer then. I’ll have to whisper it in your ear. We can’t have the whole world knowing the truth. Brace yourself. MAGIC IS REAL. We each possess forces we can’t begin to understand –…
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A Poem About Sunrise and Morning – Dawn
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Dawn – A Poem About Sunrise and Morning The fluttering of a thousand wings flap and fill the sky – blackbirds and geese fly to unknown destinations. The cool dew of morning runs down the grasses’ backs, gathering upon the soil. A misty fog hovers beneath the trees and the sun begins peaking out over…
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The Cardinal – A Poem
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The Cardinal – A Poem Scarlet red against the snowy white, I see you at the feeder munching on sunflower seed. You do not know me. But I know you. I’ve watched you from the window-sill, perched upon the feeder, cracking seeds open with your beak in the early morning winter, ruffling your feathers to…
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Fragile – A Sonnet
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Beauty bathes like a new born babe, swimming into the world in a mother’s embrace. Shining like a light that quickly fades, extinguished into nothing without a trace. Beauty rests like a fresh, wet snow blanketed over the frozen ground, but with only the warning of the sun’s warm glow, fades into silence without a…
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The River
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Driven by the forces of the river. Drifting through the bends. Destined to be deposited into the vast, open sea where uncertainty begins. A longing makes its lodging deep inside, afraid of where I’m going, longing for what I’m leaving behind. I call out, “River, stop this instant. Throw me upon your banks. March me…
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One Determined Day At A Time
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I plucked the pieces of forbidden fruit and bit into them, ravished by their taste – devouring the memories my mind had shielded me from for far too long. They tasted sweet on the tongue, left me reminiscing for the days when I was young, but lingered too long and became bitter – the winter of…
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When Love Stepped Off His Throne
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Strung high above, dangling and dancing among the darkest night, shines a light for all – a star that guides to the bread of life. A mighty King lies in a strange, wooden bed wrapped in unclean robes and lying on a pillow of straw, ox and ass gathered by his head. A beautiful Servant,…
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The Artist
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For me to live a life void of expression means to not live at all. Yet I’ve ignored the true desire of my heart for so long it seems my craft has become rusty and dull. Thoughts used to be able to slice words through page after page. But now I find them jagged and…
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Our Biggest Failure As Artists
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Some of the most asked questions of creative people are ones surrounding the creative process. Where do you get your ideas? Do you know what the finished product looks like before you start? How do I become a writer, a sculptor, a painter, etc? Any one that is an artist can attest to the fact that we have…
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