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Stoic Protector

An absolutely Gorgeous verse from fellow Poetess and weaver of words, Audrey from https://oldestdaughterredheadedsister.com

Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister

Do you know the owl,

The one who sits now

Upon the middle limb,

The patchwork branch,

Of a once thriving essence?

Her skin is exposed,

Bare, light timber

Amongst veined,

Even freckled patches of,

Black and grey bark.

Owl remains perched,

Guarding at the helm,

As the brightest star sets

Behind thinning stock, and

What is now his tree,

Whether he chooses to

Believe it or not.

She’s the aftermath of

Witnessed abuse,

Pain felt,

And reoccurring sadness

As others depart.

He’s her stoic protector

And shall not fade

With the evening sun.

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#TBT – Tide of Morning – #Inspirational #Poetry

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Tide of Morning, Call Unto Me,

Lifting my Spirit from the Realm of Unknown,

Bright Star of Daytide, Singing Sweetly,

Breaking the Spell of my Transitory Musings,

Drawing me back into Possibility.

Beckon me, then, into treachery,

Guide me through audacious perfidy,

A Single Candle in the galling darkness,

As dew Glistening in the Tide of Morning.

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Beautiful Photograph found on Flickr. Credit Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank you!

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Seek – #DailyHaikuChallenge – #Inspirational #Poetry

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Seek the Light Ever

Its soft Kiss will Always Find

Renewing Your Light

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

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Day 83 / 365

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

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#WordlessWednesday – The Captured Hush

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Exquisite Photography by Chaitanya Deshpande

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#WordlessWednesday – Adorableness

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Absolutely Amazing Photography by Russian Photographyer Vadim Trunov

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#WordlessWednesday – Harmony

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Exquisite Photography by Katerina Plotnikova

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Where E’er Thou Art – #Sonnet XVI – #RomanticTuesday #Love #Poetry

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In Reverence I Bow before Thy Masqued Façade,

The Spirit Soaring to Heights Untold,

In Breathlessness my Heart Applauds,

Love Once Mine, Now Days of Old.

In Humble Patience I Long for Thee,

In Turmoil mocking this Quiet Pause,

In Silent, Sparkling Agony,

That Lifts the Soul; That Gives Hope Cause.

Thou who Hast Been Mine, Long Past,

Be Mine Again; O Come to Me!

Let not Desire be Fruitlessly Cast

Upon the Writhing, Twisting Sea!

Oh Love Afar that Beckons my Heart,

With Thee I Dwell, Where E’re Thou Art.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Lost Rose at Deviantart.com

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Delicate – #DailyHaikuChallenge #RomanticTuesday #Love #Poetry

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Soft Subtle Beauty

Splendour without pompous show

Delicate Treasure

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

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Day 82 / 365

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

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Exquisite Rhyme – #RomanticTuesday #Love #Poetry

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Oh this Love that fills my Heart

Pounding in symphony with Yours;

Truest Love

Deepest Desire

Burning Passion

Fused into Blissful Unison

Oh So Sweetly Communicated

By Your Smile

Your Touch

Your Tenderest Kisses

Spinning my senses like Intoxication

Delirium Dancing in dulcet time

Lovingly

Longingly

Lingeringly

With Your most Exquisite Rhyme!

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Beautiful Photograph found on Google Image.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer/Artist.  Thank You~

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Word Mongery – Thoughts on #Writing and #Words

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So here we are, on the “other” side of the Holiday (relatively speaking). I do not go all out for New Years, anymore; I dare say I’ve gotten over it (well, gotten over the parties, frosty beverages and mornings after wishing I had stayed home the night before). Maybe it’s my age (be careful agreeing too quickly, you!) but I find New Years Day spent with family, enjoying a crockpot full of pork roast and sauerkraut on top of a steaming mound of creamy mashed potatoes and a lovely salad far more enticing (again, relatively speaking) than the jello shots (never a favourite, really), the bottles of vodka (more of a favourite, I do confess it, blended nicely with some LifeWater for flavour), and a few cherry bombs for good measure.

Sitting down at table with hearty food, even heartier laughter, with a dessert course of left over sweet treats from Christmas and an afternoon spent in frivolity playing games or cards (yep, I’m showing my age!) is my idea of properly bringing in the New Year. Oh to be sure, a trip to my favourite Isle across the pond would trump any such day, beyond a shadow of a doubt, but that has yet to happen, so I’ll keep it (more or less) real.

I’m a word game person, naturally, and, if truth be told, somewhat unfortunately, since I, admittedly, generally end up winning these games (Balderdash being my all time, number one pick for a great party game) (you know, the game where you get an obscure word from the dictionary and then have to make up a definition for it to win points and, sooner or later, the game) which, then, no one wants to play anymore because I’ve won the last five rounds. (it’s rather like trying to enjoy a murder mystery weekend with Sherlock, NO fun!) It’s a double-edged sword, this word-mongery!

By this point, you are, no doubt, beginning to wonder where I’m going with this post. That would make two of us! Nope, honest and true, I promise, I have no idea what I’m talking about…er, that is, I have no particular point or direction in which I am going; just sojourning (along with you, apparently) (My apologies, I think) through the vast wilderness of words that lies like a frontier before us, waiting to be explored, ever beckoning (rather like those New Years Eve beverages I’m trying to elude!)

Being a Word-Monger, I am entirely capable of prattling on, pointlessly, seemingly without end (a fact of which, I am quite sure, you are already very well aware). This continuous flow of words takes me (and you along with me) here, there and anywhere. From the hum-drum to the fantastical; from the nearby (like Cape May, NJ) to the far, far away (like the Village of Hwyndarin in my own made up world of Feyfolk); from the evocative to the entirely inconsequential, these words create a river upon which I willingly drift, day in, day out.

As Del Griffith so eloquently put it, (John Candy’s legendary and immortal bumpkin in the movie Planes, Trains and Automobiles) “I just go with the flow, like a twig on the shoulders of a mighty river.” Yet, being this word-monger, (or perhaps, after greater consideration, the phrase wordsmith might make a bit more sense) (but since I’m more enamored with Word Monger, I’m staying with that) (where was I?), the river is one of my own creating, as well as the boat, and the places to which I travel. The people I meet are crafted from my own imagination, to be as interesting, sophisticated, beautiful, ridiculous or unmemorable as I so desire and the adventures I have are as exhilarating, terrifying, and/or heart-warming as I care for them to be.

It is a marvelous thing to be Blessed with such an expansive and, seemingly, never-ending imagination; I rarely get bored; I seldom have little to talk about (again, that’s a double-edged sword!) and I can always close my eyes and fill my thoughts (not to mention my blog) with magical notions that seem to be appreciated as much by you (since you are still here reading and, as far as I can tell, do not [yet] have that puzzled expression on your face) as by me. Being inclined in a verbose nature, or gifted with expression, or perhaps you might say Quietness Challenged, is as intoxicating to me as any of those New Years Eve enticements and far more lasting….

But when people are trying to beat me at a word game, being a Word Monger with a vast repertoire of colourful words and phrases isn’t, necessarily, quite as appreciated.