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#FridayFantasy – Arvansys and Gwynzeles – #Fantasy #FlashFiction

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A very long time ago, before anybody had ever been born, there lived a creature very unlike you and me that roamed these lands alone. He was enormous, more than four times the height of man and three times as wide. He resembled a human, though he was not mortal.  His long black hair was unkempt; his eyes were gray, his skin pale, and his nails sharp. Through his hair protruded two curved horns and attached to his back was a pair of stunning silver wings of dragon-hide with small talons at the tips. He was both beautiful and terrifying to behold, and his name was Arvansys.

For the entirety of his being, Arvansys was free to explore anywhere on land or in the skies. He coexisted with the plants and animals harmoniously, but Arvansys knew something was missing. No matter what he did, he could not find complete contentment with the flora and fauna that surrounded him; they were suitable companions, but he wanted something… more. After a while, the animals, plants, and even the clouds in the sky began to notice Arvansys’s depression.

One spring morning, while the leaves and blades of grass were still covered with dew, Arvansys was walking through the forest when he came across a dead tree stump. It was old and hollow, but two branches remained on either side, leafless. He stared at the lifeless tree for a few moments, and suddenly, he had a thought! He knew what it was that he longed for. Hurriedly, Arvansys searched the area for leaves, twigs, and stones, piling the collection at the base of the tree. When he had collected a sufficient amount, he used the various pieces of nature to decorate the stump. Upon his completion, Arvansys stepped back to admire his handiwork: the remainder of a tree trunk had disappeared, and in its place stood a piece of art. He had used the twigs and rocks to liken the stump to another creature like himself, but as a female. Arvansys yearned for her to be real, to be able to share a friendship with her so deep that they would be together until the end of time. He even knew what her name would be, if she were real – Gwynnzeles.

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Suddenly overpowered by his desire, Arvansys fell to the ground and sat in front of his would-be mate. He found a decently large stick on the ground near his feet, hollowed it, and carved it to create a musical instrument. In order that he might express his emotions and pining, Arvansys began to create beautiful yet melancholy music. These notes and feelings floated upward and eventually found their way to the stump of “Gwynnzeles”. The music spiraled around her when suddenly the tree stump was no longer lifeless.

Arvansys became aware of a new presence before him and looked up. There, standing in front of him, was a gorgeous creature with delicate horns on her head, long blonde hair, and a set of breathtaking, almost translucent periwinkle wings. Arvansys knew right away that this was her. Both he and his heart leaped for joy and he took her into his arms, spinning both of them around and up above the clouds. He was no longer alone, for Gwynnzeles was finally by his side. As they danced together in the skies, all of the earth and sky celebrated; even the clouds were so happy that they shed tears of bliss. Where these tears hit the ground, little flowers grew quickly and morphed into human beings – our ancestors.

When they had finally settled down, Arvansys and Gwynnzeles returned to the world and took up new responsibilities caring for all of nature and the skies, so that the new people with which they now shared the land could flourish.

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This wonderful myth of Creation was written by my beautiful niece Katelyn.

I simply had to share it

#VisualPoetry – Breaking Through

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~Morgan~

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#ThoughtfulThursday – Everything I Need – #Inspirational #Poetry

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Pure Sweet Breath

 

Vibrant Heartbeat, Yes I hear it!

 

Slumber to Rest,

 

And a Glad, Smiling Spirit,

 

Diligence in Striving,

 

Intrepidity of Exertion,

 

Confidence that’s Driving,

 

And Hope in Assertion;

 

Blessings in Superfluity

 

Cheerfully Giving without Greed,

 

Right Here Within Me

 

Is Everything I Need.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found at Shutterstock FREE Images.

#VisualPoetry – Be True

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#ThankfulThursdayReblogs – Christopher Martin Photography

I saw this owl perched in the middle of a field of bushes at first. The sun was getting low so I felt lucky to have found her before it became too dark to photograph. She flew low over the foliage and dropped into them for a moment – disappearing from view. A blur of […]

via Spring flight – a great gray owl in the evening — Christopher Martin Photography

Beautiful Photography is always to be found on Chris’s blog and Im so Thankful for the Mind Vacations he provides

#WordlessWednesday – #Photography of Thomas Blumer

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Exquisitely Beautiful Photography by:  Thomas Blumer found here:  https://500px.com/tom_blumer

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#WordlessWednesday – #Photography of Ole Henrik Skjelstad

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Breathtakingly Beautiful Photography by:  Ole Henrik Skjelstad found here:  https://500px.com/olehenrikskjelstad

#GuestBlog on #BnV

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Hello fellow writers

#WordlessWednesday – #Photography of Nasser Osman

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Amazingly Beautiful Photography by Nasser Osman found here: https://500px.com/nasserosman

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Honeyed Love – A Collaborative #Love#Poem for #RomanticTuesday

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The poem that follows is a collaboration I recently wrote with fellow poet Braeden Micheals.  As he explains in his bio he is:  “Born in the cold and lives in the warmth. A fan of Dr. Seuss. A lover of words. A man that can find light in the dark. A man that can see beauty in pain. A lyricist, writer, and a poet.”  His blog  Overflowing Ink always holds something unique, something provoking, something stirring.  We began with the beautiful quote, which is from Guillermo del Toro’s ‘The Shape of Water’. I found it So Beautiful, So Passionate…and it stirred both our imaginations, promoting a conversation between two lovers.  Braeden’s verses are in italics to designate his writing.  I hope you will enjoy the verse we’ve created.

“Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with your love. It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere.” 

You are the Breath of Passion

The Embodiment of all my Heart beats for,

Longs for,

All this understanding

So unworthy of the least of You,

Can ever perceive.

You are the blood in my veins

Saliva drippings from the fire ooze magic

All this longwinded gust

Soar through every inch of

my glowing urges

Stars that span the ebon Nighttide,

Miracles of Light and Time

are mere phantoms,

shallow and hapless,

Unremembered figments of Yesterday

Compared to the Depth of my Love

I can see fragments of the twinkles

Sweat pouring from the golden heavens

Caught in a whirlwind of passion

Your moans are magnetizing

Never ending cravings

Watching you grip the sheets,

sigh 

All that Speaks of mystery

All that Whispers portentous enigmas

All the Hums with the Vibrancy of Forever

Are Fading shadows,

Dim and Meaningless

Compared to the Depth of my Passion

Caution tape ripped

Entering euphoria without bounds

Slippery and yet rough edges

Lip biting memories etched

Nonexistent tenderness

Unleashed saturations 

How I Sigh in your Sweet Embrace!

How my skin yearns for the Touch of Your hands,

How these lips long to be Kissed by

Yours,

How I have waited,

Breathless, Trapped, Longing

For Your Sweet Honeyed Love!

A bellow of raw words

Intoxicating oceans

Commanding you to vulnerability

Taste the lava, taste the lava

Overwhelming fervor

Yearning for more 

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I would like to thank Braeden for taking time out of his busy schedule to collaborate with me.  I always enjoy writing with another, and this was no different, while being effortless and delightful. Thank you!

~Morgan~