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The Single Sound – #RomanticTuesday #LovePoetry

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As evening shadows fade

And candles glimmer in Delicate glows,

Reflecting across Your skin,

Dancing in the depths of Your gaze,

And Shimmering through Your hair,

There is a Single Sound Pervading,

Soliloquy to the Night;

Enchantment

Beguiling me with mesmeric Charm,

As the starlight of the vast Trove of Heaven,

And the Silken mantle of Sweet Moonlight

Whisper Intoxication more Tempting than wine

And Sigh in Alluring Splendor,

There is a Single Sound Imbuing,

Concerto to the Midnight hours;

Echoing

In Rapt Persuasion

The Single Sound Enthralling me;

Enticing me

Tantalizing me;

The Single Sound

Of Your most

Beguiling Voice.

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~Morgan~

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Words From The Heart – #RomanticTuesday #LovePoetry & #Music

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Words

Like Music Singing Low

Soft and Sensual

Sweet and Slow

Beguiling

Notion of hypnotic Splendor

Words Align

To Alluringly Engender

Words

Spoken by you to me

Casual and Gentle

Unhurried, Free,

Captivating

Magic of Lyrical Majesty

Words Paint

The hollowness of this Heart

In me

Words

Of Tender, Enigmatic Beauty

Whispering

Lingering

Across the periphery

Words

Balancing the inevitable equation

Words from the Heart

My Words would emblazon.

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The Music and Muse category by Morgan shares Poetry and the Music which Inspired it.

Exquisite Original Music by: Thomas Newman

In The Rush – #MusicandMuseMonday

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Amid the soft serenade of light

Caressing the hands of frozen time

Stark impressions transform from night

Melodic wonder in tempestuous Rhyme

Delight of endless eons past

Spinning in the mercurial void

Shimmers that dance through moments that last

Majesty ringing, once long ago employed

Diabolic treachery Singing through the Hush

Mysticism reminding what we’ve neglected

In the Rush

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The Music and Muse category by Morgan shares Poetry and the Music which Inspired it.

Exquisite Original Music by:  Thomas Newman

Observation and Fragmentation: A #WritingExercise – #WritingPrompts

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THIS IS A REPOST OF SUE ASHBY’S MARVELOUS BLOGPOST/WRITING EXERCISE.  I found it so intriguing and inspiring that I did the exercise myself, picking a quiet place to sit and listen, see, smell, taste and touch. (of course, it should come as no surprise that it was nearly midnight, but those of you who know me, realize that finding me somewhere in the sunshine of a summer’s day is about as rare a thing as stumbling across a zebra-stripped unicorn wearing a fedora)…but I digress.  MY observations are listed below the copyright info by Sue.  PLEASE stop by her beautiful photography/poetry blog to enjoy more of her unique insights and observations :  https://perpetualessence.wordpress.com/

Sue Writes:

When my mind gets stuck on the outer beauty of anything, my writing suffers horribly.  Even more so, my entire tank of creative juices drain away until I find my self channel surfing for a distraction from my own stagnation.  Consequently, I get absolutely nothing accomplished.

Back in the early 1980’s I did a lot of backpacking in Colorado’s magnificent wilderness areas, and never went anywhere without a journal and pen.  Quickly, I discovered my own “Zen zone” as I call it.  It is a state of complete relaxation surrounded by the splendors of earth and nature, where I find the flow of creative energy.  This exercise can be done anywhere, and at all times of day or night in any weather.  It is also easily adjustable to suit your own personal needs.  One simply needs to empty all the tumultuous thoughts from your mind and focus for a short time on your immediate surroundings.

The entire concept revolves around utilizing all of your senses to inspect, observe and sift through every nuance of your surroundings within five or ten square feet of where you are sitting.  With imagination this also works very well using photographs.

With paper and pen, find your desired mini retreat and make yourself comfortable.  In parenthesis write down each of your five senses side by side, or each one on a separate piece of paper.  Now mentally dissect every facet of the things around you, reducing everything to its most minute particle.  I start mine like this;

(Sight )

Blue sky

Small puffy white clouds

Decomposed granite

Round, angular, fractured, pointy

Pinks, peaches, white, browns

Bright green moss

Boulders

Curly pale green lichen

Pine trees

Blue jays, etc.

(Touch)

Textures

Dry, dusty, hard

Flows through fingers

Sharp edges

Points, smooth pieces

Soft like fur

Thick like carpet, and so on.

(Sound)

(Smell)

(Taste)

Use discretion.

Once your lists are in detail and complete, contemplate, toss in human interactions, reactions, situations and emotions.  This exercise can help create a storm of lively and solid scenes for a storm of creative projects.  If nothing else, it is always good to empty your mind and contemplate the little things which really are so beautiful.

Copyright 7-12-2016, by Sue Ashby.

Photograph Copyright 7-12-2016, by Sue Ashby.

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I wrote:

Lying back upon the grass in my quiet little yard under the glimmering glow of a nearly full moon, I closed my eyes to

(Listen) : hearing most prominently the whirring sound of many a/c units running.  Once I put that aside however, I heard the gentle whisper of the breeze telling me secrets from far away and the occasional chirp of a bird (which always makes my imagination stir.  Why do they sing at night? Are they having a bad dream? Did some creature steal into the nursery to snatch a fledgling?  Or are they, too, simply enjoying the shimmering show of the moon?) I heard the distant rumble of a train and, as ever, the garish noise of traffic from the city not far enough away.

(See): Opening my eyes, I saw first the spectacle of the moon, dancing amid a rolling tide of puffy white clouds sailing effortlessly across the sky.  I saw the shadows of trees across the way and the rustling of their leafy tresses as the night breezes ran its fingers through their hair.  I noticed a nearby rabbit, no doubt awaiting another slice of apple as I am in a habit of giving them apples in the evening; and of course I saw the stars:  those delicate sparkles of ethereal light that ever fill me with lyrical musing (but that is another post!)

(Smell):  I drew a deep breath and smelled the warm humidity that hung on the air like heavy fog mixed with a hint of asphalt from the nearby road.  Not terribly pleasant, but not repulsive.  Clean, hot night air.  Nothing more.

(Taste):  Since I was not eating or drinking, I tasted nothing.  Not a wasted sense, though, as I certainly could have been sipping sweet lemonade.

(Touch):  Reaching down I ran my fingers through the July grass that is rapidly drying up and turning into something much more straw-like than it once had been.  I tousled the heads of a few clover, now resting from the scurrying-hurrying bees that plunder their sweetness all the day long; and I reached outward to caress the sky, feeling the warm blush of the air against my palms and slipping through my fingers as I sighed deeply and smiled, meditating upon the simple yet profound Blessing of five extraordinary senses.

I do so hope you will try this wonderful exercise, if not to stir the inspiration of your thoughts, at least to Kindle the wonder of your spirit in the Beauty of the world around us.

Thank You SUE for such a delightful suggestion!

~Morgan~

An #Epic #YA #Fantasy #Preview While Im Away

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I will be away from my blog for the weekend, enjoying some Special Time with my Dear One

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But that’s no reason for you to be bored, so below you will find a previously UNRELEASED Teaser/Snippet/Preview of Dark Fey Breaking Into The Light!

In this scene readers learn more about a mysterious group of Dark Ones…..

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The scintillating light of early afternoon sparkled and glimmered through the swirling shadows of the open portal, reflecting off the black stone floor of the cavern and twisting like glistening smoke as the crossing slowly wavered and warped. Those standing before it, waiting uncertainly, winced at the touch of the crystalline light and ducked out of its way as it snaked through the gateway, but they did not run from it. Neither did they draw their weapons in a show of bravado against those lingering on the opposite side, whose voices echoed through the turning vortex as if they travelled a vast distance. As they listened to the Fey of the Light discussing what had just occurred, those watching argued amongst themselves.

“We must go. Now!”

“There’s no guarantee they’ll not kill us, just as they killed those we forced to cross over.”

“You’re wrong. There is a way to guarantee our safety.” Crimson gazes locked, but the one who led them brandished his weapon audaciously; then sheathed the curved sword and unfastened the buckler holding it in place. Thrusting the armament out at arm’s length before him, he spoke to the others with grim determination.

“We must cross unarmed.” Dropping his weapon with dramatic flair, he glared at the others staring back at him with disbelief, challenging them to disagree and they did, vociferously.

“You’re insane. They’ll slaughter us all.”

“Go unarmed? Why not just cross over and lie down at their feet, offering our necks for their blades?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of the Prison of Daylight? We’ll die horrible, painful deaths at their hands!” They spat their dissention back at their leader, but he laughed derisively; then hissed at them with harsh anger, silencing their protests.

“You pack of whining shefey! These aren’t Legionnaires of the Realm we are talking about; they’re Fey of the Light! They won’t kill one who is unarmed; their sense of justice and mercy would never allow it.”

“You saw how they fought before the gate. You’d risk all our lives on hearsay?” A subordinate retorted sharply, but the leader leaned closer to him, glaring at him threateningly.

“Cowering Blaylscith! You’ve studied the writings as well as me. If we didn’t all believe them, we wouldn’t be here, would we?” The others glared uncertainly at each other, hesitant to relinquish the only protection they had, but, at last, one of the young Legionnaire’s cursed sharply and unclasped his bandolier; hurling the weapon it supported onto the ground while he stared at the others defiantly.

“Senzuur is right; we didn’t come this far to turn back out of cowardice.” The leader grinned fiercely at him as the others haltingly disarmed themselves; then he drew a bottle from a leather halter depending from his belt and raised it high.

“Trach klynnoch vla sladdin!” He shouted in fluent Dlalth and he was answered by all.

“To the courage of fools!”

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The Epic YA Fantasy Trilogy Dark Fey is set in the fantastical realm of Jyndari, a world of beauty, magic, Bright Light and Devouring Darkness. It relates a story about the Life-changing Strength of Hope, the Value of Acceptance, and the world-changing Power of Forgiveness through a tale that is brutally beautiful.

The only way to achieve Peace is to become Peace.

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer.  Thank You~

Rapturous Splendour – #Poetry of the #Night and #Dreams

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Delicious Hour of deepest Night

That Sings to my Soul in Whispers and Sighs;

Tabernacle of Heavenly Starlight

Beguiling more than Bliss ever Tries;

While all the wanderers of this plane unravel

Amidst Dreams that taunt with enigmatic appeal,

Your Delicate Breeze through these tresses travels,

Kissing this cheek with Blushing Zeal.

Oh Sweet Enchantress, Dulcet Nighttide, Sing

Of All the Rapturous Splendour your Quietly Bring!

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~

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The Song of This Heart – #Introspective #Poetry

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The Song of this Heart

Sings in Silent Memory

Where once in Melodious Tune

It Played with Sweetest Harmony,

Now Stands Mute

In the Breeze of Night

Lost in contemplation

Of the fallen Light.

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest by: Karina Fleur

The Wondering Bystander – #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld

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#WordlessWednesday – Baby of Mine

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Beautiful Photographs found via Google Image Search Unless otherwise noted.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographers for their Talent. Thank You!

#WordlessWednesday – Mother’s Love

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Beautiful Photographs found via Google Image Search.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographers for their Talent. Thank You!