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Daily Prompt: Facade

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Shades of Light Drift on the Dawn

In a Tangled Web of Memory,

Where Ripples Touch what now is Gone

To Tantalize this Ache in me.

Crumbling Facade that once Stood Bright

With Colours Clear as Shimmering Morn,

Now Leak the Fading, Breaking Light,

Bleak and Cold as a Lamb first Shorn.

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via Daily Prompt: Facade at The Daily Prompt

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~Morgan~

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

 

 

 

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#Writephoto – Lights – #poetry

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Out from under

Into the out from beneath

As I bequeath

This Light in Tranquil form

Escape from the Lowering

Lower Escape

Into the Lights of Brevity’s face

Place Unknown

Known in Place

Of Time and Rhyme and Meter and Shine

As Light Dances

And Darkness Prances

Out from Under

This Pitch of Thunder

Rolling

Extolling

Delicately

Darkly

As Lights Slips silent

Into the Lush

Of All That Once Was

The Epitaph of Hush.

 

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Prompted by Sue Vincent’s weekely #Writephoto prompt, this week entitled Lights

~Morgan~

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Beautiful photography by Sue Vincent

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Beautiful Photographs, BnV, BooknVolume, Life and Death, Light, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, Writing Challenge, Writing Poetry, Writing Prompt, ~Morgan~

Knowing Him – A-Z#PoetryChallenge

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His Voice haunts my mind

Fills my Thoughts and the void

Spilling in Rhythmic Delirium that Entrances

Verbally dances

Means the world to me

Makes my day brighter

The heaviest moment, Lighter,

His Voice echoes

When the sound is gone

A mysterious complexity

That awakes with dawn,

Yet in a few days

It is not His Voice that Plays

But another

Lover

Sweet Enticement

And Incongruous Trespasser

As I listen to His Song.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork _by_tartlane at Deviant Art.

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: BnV, BooknVolume, Intoxication, Love Poetry, Music, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, Singing, Temptation, ~Morgan~

#FridayFictioneers – Nothingness

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She awoke with a haze swimming in her head and staggered out the door, then stopped. Walls of metal and floors of smoothed concrete met her gaze, illumined by unexceptional fluorescent lights lending the corridor a cold, antiseptic ambience and not a single sound whispered in the sterile promontory.

Where was she? 

Her head spun as her thoughts reached backwards, grasping for the last thing she remembered, but emptiness pervaded her mind.  Blackness as empty as the corridor in which she stood.

Nothingness leached down on her like icy rain.  She felt numb.

Dead.

Remembrance Struck.  This was her afterlife.

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Genre:  Fiction

Word Count: 100

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge to spin a tale of exactly 100 words, graciously hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This is my contribution.

Also, as part of #WritingforWriters Wednesdays.  Interested in taking part of this challenge…visit Rochelles blog for info

#WordlessWednesday – Autumnal Flame

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~Morgan~

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Photography by me

#DailyPrompt: Disagree – Beauty in Words? You May Disagree

Poetry is the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty in Words. –

Edgar Allan Poe

Need anything more truly be said? And yet, since I have the inclination to natter, I shall attempt to agree, poetically.

And by agreeing to say that there is nothing worth saying that could ever be said, even in the starkest form, that is not, by some measure and in the generalist terms, some form of poetic entrancement; for if, in speaking or writing, we utter anything at all worth saying, it shall be remembered; and if something is remembered, it can be considered remarkable enough to have made remembrance worthwhile, which leads one to the eventual conclusion that, if it is worthwhile to be recollected, there must be some form or nature in it that catches the imagination, sparks the well-spring of contemplation or illuminates musings and that, being colourfully or creatively inspired is, in its most basic state, a creation of beautiful words that should be deemed poetry.

(excuse me while I gasp for breath!)

Having said as much, of course the opposite is also true and begs to be argued: that the inestimably horrible, atrocious and staggeringly inane is also imprinted upon our minds in a similar fashion as the most lovely sonnet or passing fair soliloquy and, to follow this particular train of rationale to its logical yet absurd conclusion, must therefore also be considered a form of poetry; although some (including myself) would vehemently argue that such assaults on the psyche are hardly worthy of the title, yet to be fair and even-handed it must be stipulated.

(Ok I promise, no more caffeine for me!)

Alas, alack for me, and all those who call themselves Poet, to be mixed with such baser matter that I (and perhaps you as well) would never, willingly, undertake to read or promote; nevertheless, where there is one there is always the other. Where there is Light, there is dark. Where there is Good, there is also Bad. (Where there is Chocolate, there is also Vanilla.) And although some may argue that one man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter (with which I should in most cases concur) I cannot in good conscience agree with the subsequent postulation that all poetry, despite its thematic structure or outpouring is, by its very nature, Beauty in Words.

Where does that leave us then? You may ask with that quizzical expression, yet again, upon your face? (which does tend to happen a lot when I start blathering on)

I return to Poe, master (as I see it) of both sides of the poetic coin, who said: Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality. –  Edgar Allan Poe 

And thus, by saying that there is always Light and Dark, Right and Wrong, Beauty and Ugliness, is to say there is, or at least should be, Balance in everything. But to let one side of the coin rule the other, to let the darkness overshadow the light, or to let the atrocities to over rule the kindness is to live out of joint, which bring me to Hamlet (though it may have seemed you might escape that under the circumstances) who said: “Time is out of joint. O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right.”

And therein lies the paradox, or at least, the challenge. Do I Shine my Light or do I snuff it out in support of darkness? Do I Stand on the mountaintop and extol Liberty or do I hide in the safety of my home and shake my head ruefully? Do I proclaim Beauty in my Art with every fiber of my being, or do I bow to the pressure of sales, rating, and stats, producing something other than what would shimmer and glimmer, touch lives and speak quietly to hearts? It is a choice worth considering and a decision well worth making, though some may disagree with my logic and call me as mad as some named (or still name) Hamlet.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork of Hades and Persephone by: *sandara at Deviantart.com

via Daily Prompt: Disagree Writing Prompt

Filed under: Just Me Musing, Writing For Writers Tagged: BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Dichotomy, Inspiration, poetry, Writing, Writing Prompt, ~Morgan~

#WordlessWednesday -#Autumnal Amore

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Photography by me

#RomanticTuesday – Polar Heat #BookReview #CharacterInterview

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Polar bear shapeshifter Russell Tadzea is content with his rather isolated life in a small central Alaskan town. He has friends, work and a congenial, yet cautious relationship with his family.

That is until the arrival of a kindergarten teacher from the lower 48 blows Russell’s comfortable world to pieces. One whiff of Riley Jenkins’ compelling scent, and Russ is a goner.

But how can he explain all that he is to this innocent young woman? And will her own dark past interfere with their ability to turn a fated love into a happily-ever-after?

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The premise of a werebear, not a werewolf, is what initially drew me to this story. 

Ok, the cover played a part as well, because let’s face it, what’s not to like about a handsome shapeshifting man who can be romantic, protective and still carry off that essential element of mystery?  It did not take long, however, to discover that Polar Heat was far more than a frolic with deliciously steamy, yet delightfully UN-raunchy, intimacy that kept me turning the pages and made my heart beat faster…then faster!

Older man meets younger woman; it’s a rather timeless proposition, yet the author adds twists to this traditional storyline through a fascinating blend of Native Alaskan lore and mysticism that sets the tale apart.  Russell Tadzea is not merely a man; he is a 10-foot tall, 1000 pound polar bear with all the carnal urges and instincts of a beast, controlled through the strength and integrity of the man he has become through trials and customs unique to his distinctive culture. Riley is beauty and innocence personified, with a haunting history and vulnerability that is as compelling to his nature as the winter snow.

The presentation of their ever-strengthening bond is both beautiful and intriguing as the author weaves their magical story in unexpected ways.  The primal animal within Russell recognizes his mate at first scent, rather than at first sight. The strength of their bond blossoms not in the cockpit of his plane or the playground of the school where she teaches, but in the realm of their dreams, as both have a unique gift of dream walking.  The purity within Riley is drawn to his strength, in spite of, or perhaps because of, the physical manifestation of his age that initially worries her:  his white hair, which is far more indicative of who he truly is than she could ever imagine.

And who he truly is quickly becomes as irresistible to the reader as he becomes to Riley.

I thoroughly enjoyed this atypical romance and do not hesitate to say it’s worthy of 5-Stars.  Care to know more?  Russell Tadzea shared some insights about himself with me, which  I’ve included below to pique your interest.

Hello.  For those who may not know, what is your name? Russell Tadzea

That’s an interesting name, does it have any special significance? Tadzea is a traditional name among the Den’a of Alaska, a Native people whom anthropologists call Athabascan

Where were you born and where do you now reside? I was born in a shapeshifter community, deep in the forest of Central Alaska. I can’t tell you where, sorry. When I reached puberty, I moved to a Den’a village and lived with my father until I grew up. Now I reside between the towns of Golden and Lakeville (no, you won’t find either one on the map).

What internal battles do you struggle with or what would you like to change about yourself?  My internal battle is quite visceral. Being a bear shifter, the animal often tries to rise up in me. Mostly we coexist peacefully, but at times the bear tries to take over, and those are usually times when I most need him to settle down – for instance when my very shy and timid girl is around. But I wouldn’t change a thing. Not my white hair (congenital, not age) or my height, or anything. I live at peace with myself.

Do you have a personal creed you live by?  I have embraced to a large extent the traditional wisdom of the Den’a. Silence, for instance, is nothing to fear. Live at peace with nature and with your own nature. Loyalty to family and responsibilities.

Wonderful Wisdom to Live by.  What are you most passionate about and what do you despise most?  I am most passionate about being out in nature. My bear dislikes being contained for long periods of time. My current obsession, though, is the new kindergarten teacher. The first time I caught her scent, my bear stood up and took notice. Now I can’t imagine life without her. She may be a bit young for me, but I’m not going to let that hold me back. Riley will be mine, and if those shy, flirty looks she gives me mean anything, it’s what she wants as well.

Im sure as a shifter you already know it’s always best to follow your instincts.  What else should we know about you?  I’m a dreamwalker. I can enter the dream state, even communicate with people there. I’m also a bit psychic.

Thats quite amazing.  Im sure it comes in handy.  When and where is your tale set? My story is set in Central Alaska in the present day.

Who shares in your adventure and how are they important to you?  I share my adventure with Riley, the new kindergarten teacher, who I’m determined to make my mate. Also my father and brother turn up from time to time.

What is it you seek to achieve, change or create? I only seek to mate with Riley, and to keep her safe. She seems so afraid sometimes. I want to calm her fears and make her happy.

Sounds like you like to keep life simple, which is usually best.  Are there anychallenges or obstacles that stand in your way of achieving this?  I’m not sure. She hasn’t shared with me yet, but it clearly upsets her very much.

What Inspired you to this course of action?  I can only say it was her scent. Bears scent their fated mates, and her scent told me everything I need to know.

Love at first scent, eh?  What else should we know?  I look forward to you joining Riley and me on our journey toward a passionate life together. We’ll do it, so long as her past doesn’t get in our way.

Polar Heat by Simone Beaudelaire

Amazon Link: http://goo.gl/e6Yaaf

You can connect with Simone at:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/simone.beaudelaire.5

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Simone-Beaudelaire

Web site: http://simonebeaudelaireauthor.weebly.com

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The Long Lament – #RomanticTuesday #Love #Poetry

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In the subtle shades of the secretive night,

A Long Lament for this restless state

Emblazoned by Your energy;

The Passion calling from Your Heart

To mine,

Enwrapped in the shadowy wings of night,

Swirling like an ethereal mist

Where All the violence of this shameless world,

Spin in a maddening descent,

And falls like shards of broken glass upon the floor,

Yet they are Mute and witless against

The Potency of this Desire,

The Necessity of this Love

That spans place and Time,

Irreverent of any who have come before;

They are but Shapeless illusions in the vacuous void

Without the Beauty of Your Love

With Mine.

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: lady symphonia art

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Audacious – #RomanticTuesday #LovePoetry

 

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Caress of Quietness

Whispering Temptation in my mind

Audacious Supposition

Barely Heard

Spoken Word

Freeing the ruse habitually Confined

 

Breath of Enticement

Igniting Fervor without Touch

Audacious Devotion

Lingering Near

Sweet hint of Fear

Tantalizingly Denying much

 

Lush Delirium of Zeal

Audaciously Defining All We Feel

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

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: BnV, BooknVolume, Desire, Longing, Love, Love Poetry, passion, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, relationships, Romance, Temptation, ~Morgan~