Something to remember...

 I came across this quote on Facebook this morning and felt the need to share it. This is the story of my life. This is what I repeat to myself as I fall asleep every night with the worries of the world upon my shoulders. My mantra... my motivation to keep living and trusting. This is what reminds me to look at the larger picture and not at the little details. As I look back on my life, I can see the truth in these words. I bet you could too.


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A Warning

Under a hypocritical moon
Shadow beings dwell
Black, vaporous, featureless
Creatures of the night
Possessing powers to manipulate
Reading you, inhaling the aroma of flesh
Lurking, watching
Beneath the cloak of darkness

Always there...

Reside within the light
Never leaving it's comfort
Guard precious
Emotions, thoughts, fears
Guard your very being
For the naive, the ignorant
Consequences are rendered
You belong to them

 It's too late...

Stealing your breathe
Lips upon ashes
Latching into your soul
With barbed talons
Changing your physique
To match their own

Into the unknown

Stuck for eternity...


Open Link Night @dVerse!
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House At Dusk, 1935, Edward Hopper

A concrete ghost
Looming unearthly
Pale among the twilight

Chock full of secrets
Seeping through crevices
Once the darkness ensues

Loneliness and time
Is in control

Such beauty
Causes such madness
And Death


* This poem was inspired by Magpie Tales

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Writing Advice

Don't think
Allow the world to speak
And she will reveal to you her secrets
Whispers in the essence of the breeze

Gaze about your surroundings
With open eyes
Lingering upon the details of life
To show you the way

Words will come in time
Like droplets of dew upon a leaf
Below the morning sky
Dripping into your mind

Let it flow free
Write with haste
Write without judgement
You'll be surprised at what you'll find


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Look Beyond

The state of things can
often look bleak
out of control,
wild and weak
That's not so, though
if you take time to seek
the workings of the world

If you seek
you shall find
everything is as
it should be timed
falling together
in this crazy, beautiful life


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Someday Soon (hopefully)

 Some things come naturally to me like writing poetry and mothering my three boys. Some things I tend to struggle with like writing anything longer than a short story, guest posting, and my self  esteem. Hell... I find myself hesitating to press the publish button on my short stories as well. It doesn't mean that I don't like or want to write them.
 Actually, it's the opposite. I want (now more than ever) to step out of my comfort zone, to take a chance. The very thing that causes me to write with emotion and honesty keeps me from truly branching out. You know the old saying, The only thing stopping me... is me.
 Even with all the beautiful words of wisdom and advice I receive, I still haven't set myself free. I don't understand why, but I'm working on it.


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Can't Get Free

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It sings to me...
your soul
your words
breath like fire
against my ear

It sings to me...
your eyes
your need
green orbs blazing
drawing me near

You call to me
You call to me
in my dreams
Summoning our hearts
to beat as one

Why must you haunt me?


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Through the motions

courtesy of  schick

Tides of sadness and anger
roll through an ocean of emotions,
hitting like a tsunami.
Knocking down long built barriers
leaving behind a path of destruction
for years to come.
Raging madness throws knives
in the form of words
in a desperate attempt to find inspiration.
When stricken upon
happiness ensues until the storm
passes through again.
It won't be long... never is.


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On Writing ~ The first 50pgs.

 I began reading a book yesterday that has affected me so entirely, that I wanted to share a bit about it with you. The book is called On Writing  ~ A Memoir Of The Craft~  by Stephen King.  In On Writing  Stephen King explains ,through foggy childhood memories, how he has become the writer he is today. He then explains what he knows about writing through life experiences and how to go about the craft for aspiring writers. So far, this book has been really easy to read and hard to put down. It's funny, inspirational, and informative. I began with certain expectations on what the pages would contain, but I was taken by surprise on how much I love it. It's not like any other book on the craft of writing. I've only read a fourth of the book, but I've realized so much about what it means to be a writer.

 The first excerpt from the book that caught my attention is something every writer has and will experience (including myself).
By the time I was fourteen (and shaving twice a week whether I needed to or not) the nail in my wall would no longer support the weight of the rejection slips impaled upon it. I replaced the nail with a spike and went on writing.  (pg.40-41)
 To read that Stephen King who has published a gazillion books (it seems) was rejected on numerous occasions causes me to be less weary of those letters that I have just begun to receive. ... And the way he handled it,  not letting it get to him. He didn't even think twice about it. He just went on writing! His determination is my inspiration.

 The other excerpt that stood out is something I have yet to experience, but I often think this of myself.
I kept hearing Miss Hisler asking why I wanted to waste my talent, why I wanted to waste my time, why I wanted to write junk. (pg. 49-50)
 I'm guilty of being my worst critic. I've thought of my writing, my poetry... as being junk. I'm just not good enough. Self doubt seeps in and I tell myself that I'm wasting my time. I should just find something better to do. My supporters and readers have helped me learn to switch off the negative feelings and to keep moving forward, to keep writing. I am forever grateful of that.

 I find it really sad that she didn't support him. I understand that she didn't find that type of writing acceptable... but talent is talent. If only Miss Hisler could see him now! Stephen did however have a very supportive mother, that (to him) made all the difference in the world.

 I did not expect the first section to capture me like it has. I especially did not expect to smile as much as I have. His words on writing are calming my soul, they are reaching me at the perfect time as I take a step forward into unknown territory. I can't wait to delve into the rest of the book.

 I would love to own a copy for my collection so I could reference it when needed. I'm borrowing from the library right now. *hint hint


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To my mom...

The rays of the sun
shine upon her dark hair
A spotlight seeking her out
to reveal true beauty

Wisdom escapes her mouth
through careful words;
through experience
She yearns to save others
from her follies

A story lives
within her brown eyes
Pain calls her heart home
but only love pours forth
revealing an immeasurable strength

Immensely loyal to those
she holds close
Warmth radiating from her embrace
emanating from her smile

She flourishes within the light
A red rose standing among yellow

A halo rests a top her head;
wings adorning her back

An inspiration to whom she touches
An inspiration to me


Happy Mothers Day to all moms!

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*Photo courtesy of  nuttakit

In Transformation

The word twists about my mouth leaving behind a familiar taste as I repeat it in my thoughts.


Soft red ringlets, vibrant blue eyes
owned the world; grasping it to her chest
No patience, endless time
was what she possessed.

What the hell is that?

A dreamer, a lover
A fighter for life
Young and free
use to be me.

Time has changed that.

Life stepped in to
tame my soul
Trials, Tribulations
Three little hearts
came to me.

I require a different goal;
surviving the motherhood sea.

Unhappy I am not,
but life could be more sweet
I must retain the qualities
of who I use to be
Combined with lessons learned;
I struggle to find myself;
to find my lost identity.

I am transforming


This post was written for BloggyMoms Writer's Workshop.

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Hear Me

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A world of words
tumble from my lips
in which nobody listens
Cracking from emotion,
my voice expends it's weight
falling into a void

The truth
is the truth
is the truth

Nothing will alter
that truth
Nothing will stop me
from conveying that truth

I don't sugarcoat
I don't lie
I expect as much from you

Hear me
Hear me


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Poetry is Art

A picture is a poem without words~ Horace

 Have you ever allowed your eyes to linger upon a painting; focusing your attention on the elements that form the work of art?

Now is the time...

 With a focused mind, take in the painting... encircling it in it's entirety like you would a potential lover.

 Observe the prism of colors as they bounce from the canvas entering your thoughts; manipulating them to draw your devotion. Golden yellow stars contradict the various shades of blue to give the appearance of a nights' sky. The texture, like the ocean, ebbs and flows; encouraging your imagination and fingertips to caress the layers. Follow the lines as they intertwine to form shapes. A couple strolls beside the river while remaining a part of the shadows in order to retain a bit of privacy. Can you feel the depth... the emotion? Can you hear the rippling water as a cool breeze brushes your skin?

 A mere glimpse of "Starry Night Over the Rhone" evokes a change in me mentally. I'm there... within the painting, surrounded by Vincent's soul. I feel his emotions, enveloping them; giving them a new voice through poetic form.

How tragic that such beauty resides in loneliness.
Put forth for the world to realize
Imprinted for eternity in the Starry Starry Night
How tragic that they did not see
How tragic

Another artist I favor...

 Clementine Hunter was a self taught folk artist from Louisiana (my home state). She is a classic example of how art tells a story. Clementine painted life... her life and others close to her on the  Melrose Plantation where she lived and worked. Often painting from memory and on anything she could find (milk jugs, bottles, boxes) she sold her paintings for 25cents. I find her art extremely unique and beautiful.

"Baptism" A mural depicting plantation life

 Through eyes... through art we are able to envision a world however we please it to be, real or imaginary. With each stroke of a brush, a dream becomes realized; a story dances across the canvas waiting for a viewer to discover it. Wanting new life, wanting to be told; it reaches out to you. The connection between art and poetry lays there... in the heart of that story.


*This post is a companion piece to Music is Poetry

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The backyard during spring

The heavenly scent of spring
permeates the forest.
A musk that hangs heavy
with the absence of a breeze.
Floral scents of blooming flowers
so pleasing to the nostrils,
one is forced to close their eyes
and dream of fonder days.

Hours upon hours a soul could rest
among the giant trees,
laying a top a blanket of grass
in the deepening shadows.
To watch a pallet of colors spring to life
is beyond magnificent.
To smell them also
is to know pure bliss.


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Super Moon

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The moon weighs heavy
in a vast field of diamonds
transfixing all eyes upon her glory

A beacon of white
revealing a momentary glimpse
into the secrets of night

Carving shimmering paths
a top the land
for the midnight wanderer


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Writers angst

Am I good enough?
Will I ever be?
To write is my love
To express through poetry

Do I stack up against the greats
My dream is to succeed
Am I good enough
Will I ever be

One step from my comfort zone
could set me free

Will I ever be?


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Just when I needed it the most!

 Blogging/ Writing has it's ups and downs. Some days your on cloud nine hovering above the earth and feeling brilliant! You feel as if you've finally broken through that barrier. Some days though, it seems like your dreams may never be realized. Nothing I could say now explains it better than this poem I recently wrote called  I'm her. I was feeling the latter and being pretty hard on myself until I received this award Sunday.

The Liebster Blogger Rules are:
1. Thank the one who nominated you by linking back.
2. Nominate five blogs with less than 200 followers.
3. Let your nominees know by leaving a comment on their sites.
4. Add the award image to your site.

I'm passing the award along to four women and their blogs who I just recently met and love through Robert Lee Brewers April Platform Challenge.

Here are my nominees:

1. Sopphey Says~  

2.Through the Eyes of Meena Rose~

3. Muddying the Waters~

4.Whimsygizmo's Blog~

Thank you Rebecca Barray for giving me this award! You can't imagine how much I needed this!


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Blogger Spotlight~ An interview with Joy Weese Moll

I would like to introduce you to Joy Weese Moll, a fellow Blogger who participated in Robert Lee Brewers April Platform Challenge. Joy agreed to do an interview with me about her blog Joys Book Blog.

Joy Weese Moll transitioned from computer programmer to magazine publisher to librarian to book blogger, with a few stops in between. She grows eggplants, tomatoes, and chard in her garden but routinely fails with bell peppers and zucchini (who can't grow zucchini?!). Her greatest accomplishment of the last five years is losing 70 pounds. The most exciting thing she will do in 2012 is travel to Ireland.
Joy Weese Moll

1) How long have you been blogging/writing?
Joy’s Book Blog began in January 2011, but I had two previous blogs going back to 2003.

2) Tell us a bit about your blog. What topics do you write about?
I write about books, which lets me write about everything I want –I just have to find a book about it. My favorite topics are health and wellness, diversity, cooking, and gardening.

3) What inspired you to start Joy's Book Blog?
I wanted to be part of the vibrant book blogging community while having an outlet for self expression.

4) What has been your favorite book/books to review? (include the link to post)

5) What is your favorite book to read for pleasure? How has it influenced you?
I’ve owned every edition of The Writer’s Journey by Christopher Vogler and it has affected how I read and how I write and, even, to some degree how I live my own life’s story.

6) Is there a particular genre of book that you prefer?
My favorite fiction genres are: young adult, romance, urban fantasy, mystery, and literary. I also read memoirs, cookbooks, diet books, and histories.

7) How has this blog strengthened you as a writer?
Having an audience has been really good for my writing. My writing improves when I consider the impact it will have on my readers.

8) What do you consider to be the most challenging about writing?
The easy answer is “time to write.” But I’m starting to realize that I sometimes use that as an excuse and the answer is a more difficult one that I haven’t fully formed but it has something to do with fear and resistance.

9) What are some goals you'd like to accomplish?
My dearest dream is to see a book of mine on a shelf at a library or bookstore.

10) What are you currently working on?
A nonfiction book that I’m not talking about much yet and a series of paranormal romances that I’ve been calling “Hogwarts meets graduate school.”

11) Do you have a favorite quote?
Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better. –Ralph Waldo Emerson, Journal, November 11, 1842

Thank you Joy for participating in this interview! I had a lot of fun learning about you and your blog.


Joy also conducted an interview with me. You can find my interview with Joy on her blog: Joys Book Blog
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