Cynthia A. Morgan's Blog, page 124

#StPatricksDay – Lush Emeraldine

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Beyond the Chasm of Earthly Tones,

Of browns and russets and sables,

A Broad, Viridian Enchantment Waits,

Filled with Magic and Mysteries and Fables.

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Sweet Breath of Lusciously Verdant Hues,

Delicate Scent of Fragrant Green,

Pause, Close your eyes, Inhale Deep and Slow,

Beguile your senses with the Voluptuous Scene.

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Walk Quietly among the Jade Symphony,

Listen, Enchanted, to Echoing Birdsong,

Lie back in the Plush Velvet Tapestry,

Dream Luxurious Dreams, Fair and Long.

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Sigh in the Lush Emeraldine Embrace,

Forgetting Time, Abandoning Place.

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Happy St. Patricks Day !

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photographs found on Pinterest.  Credit Acknowledged to the Amazingly Talented Original Photographers. Thank You!

 

#StPatrick’sDay- A Bit o’ Green

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In honour of St. Patrick’s Day!

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Images found on Google Image.   Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographers.  Thank You

#FridayFantasy – Hvyyrbachvra – #FantasyPreview

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Icy rain fell upon the inhospitable encampment of Legionnaires until the deepest hours, mid of night; yet when it subsided, replaced by seeking, numbing cold that permeated to the bone.  Those among the ranks of the Demonfey received ample protection from the biting chill in tents that were sufficiently weatherproofed, and these warriors were additionally supplied with warm woolen blankets and interior sources of heat to fend off the cold while those recently mustered, who were deemed expendable, were left to huddle together with a meager, sulfurous fire their only source of warmth.

In order to gain any measure of comfort and to avert the worst of the fire’s fumes, most of the new recruits covered their faces with bands of cloth torn from their already shoddy uniforms, but others were unable to tolerate the malodorous reek of the insignificant fire.  These frequently retreated into the darkness where the air was less foul, but being any distance from the conflagration meant they were forced to endure the permeating cold unprotected, which lead them to wrap their wings round themselves in a vain attempt to keep warm until the queasy sensation produced by the sulfur fumes abated and they could return to the ineffectual warmth of the fire.  Restively passing the long hours of the night in this exhausting manner, these ill-fated Fey greeted the gray-green light of new day with weary gazes and limbs numbed by the frosty conditions as they awaited their fate with the grim resolve of the hopeless. …..

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Hvyyrbachvra is pronounced very much like it is written.  H-veer-bach-vra

A Preview of Dark Fey Breaking Into The Light.

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Dark Fey Breaking Into The Light asks the questions, can we truly understand another’s misery without knowing the extent to which they suffer?  Would we willingly risk our lives for someone without experiencing some measure of their pain, despair, or anger?  Like any good fantasy, this final saga of the trilogy sets the stage with dramatic events that test boundaries and push characters to their limits.  Readers learn what it’s like to be one of the Reviled through descriptions that are darker and more intense than either of the previous books, but with good reason.  I hope to elicit a reaction in the reader similar to those the Fey of the Light experience by showing them firsthand what the Reviled (our child soldiers) have suffered.  I also pose the most important concept of the trilogy:  The only way the achieve Peace is by becoming Peace.  Through this thought-provoking concept, I open the door to an unexpected and powerful conclusion.

Discover more about Dark Fey

~Morgan~

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Fantasy Artwork found on Pinterest.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original Artist.  Thank You~

#FridayFantasy – Pas de Duex

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Pop

Fizz

Splash

Splurge

Rushing

Whimsical

Variegated

Words

Breaking

Boldly

Into the

Cavalcade

Of Reason

And Treason

To this Reality

Made

While Dreams

Strayed

Running Over

Then Through

The Popfizzing

Perplexity

Of Effervescent

Pas de Duex

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Believe it or not, most of my poetry has an underlying metaphysical correlation.  I know, hard to believe when you read words that are so filled with frivolous fun, but I have always thought this gift for words I have been given should be used as responsibly as I can.  Oh to be sure, I do also write fluff, just for fun, but this bouncing little verse is actually a verbal demonstration of the term ‘Pas de Duex’.  Defined as:   a dance or figure for two performers; an intricate relationship or activity involving two parties or things, I have used the image to indicate how everything in nature dances together in an intricate relationship that often Inspires Happiness and produces Beauty.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful original artwork by:  Pamela Silin Palmer

#FridayFantasy – Ribbon of Ethereal Sky

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Ribbon of Ethereal Sky

Beckoning

Whispering

Questioning why

Fire to Night

Night to Fire

Shimmering

Glimmering

With Magnetic Desire

That Speaks of Ancient Diabolical Days

While the Ebon Night

Beckons

Whispering

Plays

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Night always has Inspired me, and hopefully always will.  The beautiful mysteries of space, the melodic echoes of time; they dance in my imagination and spin webs of magic and possibility.  This is the inspiration for this poem; this and the beautiful image (because imagery always Inspires me.  Always!)

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork:  conspired_and_contrived_by_sstranger

#FridayFantasy – Trepidation Flutters

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Mystery Unfolds

Like Gossamer Wings against Pale Shadows,

Trepidation Flutters

Doubt Piercing from Depths Unknown

Ravaging

The Impetus of Intrepidity .

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First of all, she’s just an amazingly illustrated Fairy, I love all her wings!  So, I had to use her in some fashion, but she looks so broken to me, fearful maybe, overwhelemed perhaps.  Thus the verse about the same.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Dark Art by Luis Royo

#ThankfulThursdayReblogs — Wendy L. Macdonald

Do Not Fear—But Pray Since You can remove The mountains You made You can woo hearts to trust And turn from wicked ways ~ Therefore I need not fear The darkness I see For You’re able to spread light And cause evil to flee ~ My moans of suffering Are heard by You Who longs […]

via Do Not Fear—But Pray — Wendy L. Macdonald

A Lovely blog of Encouragement, Inspiration, Spirituality and more.  Im always thankful for Wendy’s posts and hope you’ll visit and discover why

#ThankfulThursdayReblogs – In My Dreams — Overflowing Ink

Heart stopping and astonishing A wondrous ray of shine Spine tingling and thrilling An extraordinary spirit Loving her twinkle Electrifying and rip roaring A stimulating dove in the clouds Provocative and sensational An impressive personality First class and remarkable Loving her morning rain A lightening center Spectacular and unbelievable A miracle for my eyes Marvelous […]

via In My Dreams — Overflowing Ink

Im so thankful for Braeden’s blog of poetic Beauty and thought-provoking musings.  Hope you will take a moment to visit him and discover for yourself

#ThankfulThursdayReblogs— A Spirit Led Life

The Angels remind us that friends come and go throughout life, but true, lasting friends are connected at soul level and are with us forever, even when we’re apart.

via Daily Bliss – March 15 — A Spirit Led Life

So Thankful for this Beautiful blog laden with Encouragement, Loving Reminders and Inspiration from the Spirit.

Drops of Truth – #Poetry of #Spirituality

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Drops of Truth in the Enigmatic Sky,

Sheltering Wings of Heaven’s Soft Sigh,

Weightless Love Conquering All,

Gentlest Embrace when We Stumble and Fall,

Tenderest Whisper of Hovering Devotion,

Calming the Tide of the Thrashing Ocean,

Sweetest Reminder of Our Precious Worth,

Unshakable Love From Long Before Birth.

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This short lyric poem is an affirmation of what I, as many, believe:  That Love Abides over us, Guiding, Protecting, Loving.  It is a Gentle reminder that we are not alone, we are connected to that which Gives Life and Breath.  I am not debating who or what this Abiding Love is.  Father, Creator, Universal Source, Spirit of Life; there are many names but only One Love.  May you never forget You Are Loved.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found at: wallpapersas.com.  Credit Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~