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To Live as Tree – #Inspirational #Poetry

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How Lovely it would be to Live as Tree,

Silvery in Shimmering Moonglow,

Verdant in Emerald Shadow,

Blossoming in Resplendent Glory,

Reaching High to Heaven’s Gate

With Arms Spread Wide in Unabashed Praise.

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~Morgan~

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Filed under: Poetry Tagged: BnV, BooknVolume, Harmony, Inspiration, life, Nature, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, Praise, spirituality, trees, ~Morgan~

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Published on March 13, 2017 05:15

Poem: “Lives of Fabric” (#guestblogger)

Finely threaded,

a carpet of many means,

many dreams,

stitched together by the feet

that walked these halls,

it lays still these days,

with no feet to walk

and no dreams of which we talk.

A. R. Frederiksen is a recurring guest blogger here at BnV, and her own writing blog can be found here, where she dabbles in flashfiction/poetry and reflects over the, much elusive, ABCs of writing.

Filed under: Guest Bloggers on BnV, Poetry Tagged: amwriting, BnV, BooknVolume, Grief, life, Loss, Poem, poetry, sad, spilled-ink, words, Writing

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Published on March 12, 2017 12:19

Turbulent Tide – #Poetry of #Inspiration

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Whispers Drift upon a turbulent tide,

Love and Hope amidst fear and pride;

Unparalleled anger,

Unfettered rage,

While Harmony Sings, Gently turning the page;

O Cannon of Sweet Liberty,

Serenade of Hope, Passionate and Free;

Lilt upon the sun-kissed sky,

Impart your Blessing in the face of Lies!

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In these hours of fear and distrust, in the face of the turbulence around us, Do We Dare to Hope? Do We Dare to raise a banner of LOVE in the parade of violence and dissension? I Hope We Do.

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While writing today in book three of Dark Fey, as I filled page after page with fear and anger, resentment, distrust and the bold intervention of Love; I felt compelled to share the message about which I write. I Hope it may stir Inspiration within you, as it has within me!

In the Spirit of Love and Friendship,

~Morgan~

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Beautiful photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: BnV, BooknVolume, Current Events, Harmony, Hope, Human Interests, Love, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, ~Morgan~

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Published on March 11, 2017 13:27

The risk in love.

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“Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.— 1 Corinthians 13:4–7

In order to love, you must offer your heart to someone else with the knowledge that there is nothing more precious you can offer. You must reveal all your faults, flaws, shortcomings, and things you don’t like about yourself. Being vulnerable is difficult and something most of us go to great lengths to avoid. When we weep, we often run for cover, not wanting others to see us that way.

Love is risky and dangerous. Love can say no, turn its back, and walk away. That story belongs to many; it is our story. It happened in the garden of Eden. Adam and Eve turned from God and disobeyed. They had everything except for one thing, and they couldn’t resist. The ugliness of sin and the endless desires of the flesh take our focus from God. But it is God to whom we must return.

There is risk in love. But it is precisely what we are called to do, what we were made to do. Those intense feelings about those close to us give us a glimpse of what heaven will be like.

Pastor Shawn LaRue, shawnlarueorg.wordpress.com

Thanks again to Bnv for allowing me to be a guest blogger.

Filed under: Guest Bloggers on BnV, Poetry Tagged: christianity, Faith, Inspiration, Religion, Truth

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Published on March 11, 2017 11:02

#FridayFeyDay -Shifting Moonlight – #50-Word Sentences

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The sweet beckoning moonlight shifted and danced on ripples of suffuse light; whispering hushed lullabies to my essence with inaudible tones that shimmered with ethereal glimmers and hinted of darker times, now long past; echoes of the forgotten memories shifting and dancing in my mind like ripples of suffused moonlight.

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~Morgan~

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Filed under: Writing For Writers Tagged: BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Memory, Micro Fiction, Moonlight, Night, Poetry Blog, time, Writing Exercise, ~Morgan~

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Published on March 10, 2017 15:00

Tranquil Pause – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Soft the Tranquil Pause

Peace shouting in the stillness

When the Heart Listens

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see The Original Post from Day One

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Day 134 / 365

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~Morgan~

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Filed under: Daily Haiku Challenge Tagged: Beautiful Photographs, BnV, BooknVolume, Harmony, Nature, Peace, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, spirituality, Winter, ~Morgan~

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Published on March 10, 2017 12:00

#FridayFeyDay – In The Silence – #Writer’sBlock #Inspiration

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Backing away from social media is not always easy. Often we feel compelled, even when we are busy doing more than we really can or should take on; yet I was fortunate. I forced myself to lay a few things aside; to re-prioritize and re-focus, the result of which was over 2500 words in one afternoon! (Yes, I’m smiling!)

The scene is an epic fantasy battle; war between the Fey of the Light and the Reviled, which has been brewing since the middle of book one. It has also been hindering me for months; after all, I’ve never written an epic battle scene. How do you relate the horrors of war without the graphic violence that is inescapable? How do you describe the emotions of battle when you yourself (thankfully!) have never personally experienced it? How do you build suspense to a fevered pitch without going into horrifying details that are neither the true point of the scene nor what you really intend to relate?

I knew what I wanted, but had no idea how to create it. I spoke with a friend about the realities of war and being a soldier (as he has suffered through that particular horror) and gained some measure of perspective; yet the hows and whys swirled in my mind like a blizzard.

A Blizzard, during which an epic battle would take place. I mulled and I pondered; I mused until I was extraordinarily confused. Then it occurred to me; the blizzard was the answer. It was the symbol of the confusion of battle I was searching for; and with a bit of silence (brought on by backing away from the aforementioned social media, which, sadly, even included BnV) I was able to sit quietly long enough to hear the voices in the blustering gales.

My point is two-fold. Perhaps, in sharing how I found inspiration, it may be of some measure of help when The Silence assaults your own writing, and possibly it may also lend some ideas of how to let the story lead you when you become entangled. Today I’d like to share two short excerpts from Dark Fey: Breaking Into The Light, which may illustrate how the blizzard inspired.

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Arrows rained down on the Liberators, bouncing off shields and skidding across leather fortuitously coated with a heavy rime of ice and snow. Fey Guards and Legionnaires slashed at each other with blades nearly frozen into their hands. Demonfey hurtled from the sky with spears, seeking the lifeblood of any Lighter they could catch unawares, and the entire clearing seemed to shudder in the violence of the tumult. Screams of pain and hatred mingled with cries of lament and weariness; growls of ferocity answered viperous hisses of hatred, and the shrill clangor of metal against metal shook the snow-laden air. Beneath their boots, trampled and torn, the pristine landscape wept crimson tears while the hands of winter enwrapped the combatants in a unifying mantle of white.

As the uniforms of those locked in battle became masked by snow, the Fey of the Light and Reviled found it increasingly difficult to distinguish Light from Dark. They looked to the wings and the shade of the eyes of the one they faced, as they alone became the means of differentiating one from the other. Red blood bled red and pain expressed itself through its own language that all too clearly understood.

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Zraylaunyth stood upon the bulwark of one of the Temple walls, winter whipping around him as if hysterical, whispering in voices only he could understand.

It spoke of wrath and loathing in wailing tones. It articulated enmity and mistrust through its icy hands. It shrieked in anguish as the life-force of countless Fey suffused into its inexorable embrace.

Sparkling cerulean lifted to the starless sky, seeking release from the torturous song of the storm. Cobalt, emeraldine, amber and violet glistened in the azurine sea of his gaze amid crystalline tears; yet the howl of the tempest did not relent.

Listening keenly, he held his silence and waited.

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Discover more about the Dark Fey Trilogy at its website

All Things Dark Fey

~Morgan~

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