Cynthia A. Morgan's Blog, page 298

Liquescent Silence

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Silence

Black as the dark night

Bespeckled with the Glimmering pinpoints

Of a myriad Lights

Sojourners through the shades of Time

Blending their Inspiration into the calamity of my thoughts,

Harmonizing with the Longing of my Spirit

To Touch Eternity

And Share the Liquescent

Silence

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph by: Dan Ransom

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Wherever Love Goes

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Wherever Love Goes

It Urges Mercy and Justice.

Whenever Love Speaks

It Sings Kindly and Gently.

Whatever Love Teaches

It Inspires Honesty, Truth, and Encouragement.

Whatever Love Gives

It Fills with Compassion and Generosity.

May Love Walk with us, Speak Through us,

Teach our Spirits to Sing Harmoniously,

And Give Selflessly

So we may Never Walk Alone.

~Morgan~

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Wordless Wednesday – Perspective Subjective

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A Capital Offense-Revisited

I was recently asked why I use so much Random Capitalization, so I thought I might re-share this post in the Hope that it may explain, to some extent, but also that it may, perhaps, shed some Light into the Creative (insert adjective here, madness maybe?) of my mind.

I understand completely, I really do…well, as much as I am able to empathize over a situation, or rather a conundrum, I have unwittingly created, but I do understand…completely.

My high school English teacher used to nearly pull his hair out (what he had, anyway), over my persistent use of what he termed Random Capitalizations in my writing, and, try though I might, I could never quite make him understand that the capitals were anything but random. I’ve always used them when writing poetry; it’s a mechanism I employ without being entirely aware of it, really, since I’ve utilized it for so long now (er, I mean, for a few years now…, yeah, that sounds much better!)

A-hem,… yet many of you have raised the same questions, more or less, as my English teacher had so many..er, those few years ago, so I thought it might be vastly appreciated (or at least helpful) for me to give a brief explanation. (yes, believe it or not, I am entirely capable of being brief…since brevity is the soul of wit.) (Oh, threw some Shakespeare at you there without forewarning.) (no apology offered though since its Shakespeare, after all. )

Consider the following verse:

When ‘last the light escapes night drear,

‘Tis then morn’ stands upon the mountain

And jocund day waits, tiptoe, for intent;

While promise ‘pends upon the balance.

That is the first verse of the very first poem I posted on BnV. (honestly, go ahead, check it out, I’ll wait. ..We’ll all wait.) Nothing too out of the ordinary about that verse, really; no Random Capitalizations there. (since I took them all out for the purposes of this explanation) Ok..now…look at it again. (do bear with me, you will understand in a moment, I promise!)

When ‘last the Light Escapes night drear,

Tis then Morn’ Stands upon the Mountain,

And Jocund Day Waits, tiptoe, for Intent;

While Promise ‘pends upon the Balance.

See anything different there? Of course you do! (a lot of Random Capitalizations, you might say) yet if you look more closely at the individual words, you might, perchance, stumble across the method to my (seeming) madness. (or at least, yet another of my idiosyncrasies) (which we all know very well how much you love, so do wipe that perplexed look from your face). Though it may seem haphazard, in fact, there is nothing random about the capitalizations at all. And here’s why.

Each word that bears a capital letter signifies, in some manner or another, the following: It is either a positive (rather than a negative) word in relation to the poem; it denotes a positive, optimistic or constructive action; or it is in some other manner a word that bears (for all intents and purposes) a brightness, lightness, or hopefulness towards the rest of the poem. The capital is meant to put emphasis upon the word it is highlighting, or it is, in some other manner a significant word. Conversely, if the word does not have a capital letter, generally it is merely a word holding the rest of the structure together or it is, in some manner, a negative connotation.

Now, I will confess, sometimes I do get carried away, (imagine that!) and I do randomly capitalize, which, understandably, will throw many of you into the depths of spiraling perplexity; however, I do try to clean those up before I post (hopefully!) and for those that I miss, I do most emphatically apologize!

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. (someone brilliant said that, though just whom …or is it who…I am drawing a blank upon at the moment.) Nevertheless, as with all things, there is also an opposite that is true for my Capitalizing. (sorry) Yet this underlying principle follows the same logic, only in reverse (If that makes any sense at all.)

For Example, in the following verse (from my poem Losing Game), the poem is a “dark” poem, whose subject and body are sadness, despair, and grief, so the capitals are used to accentuate the “dark or negative” words.

Shackle me in a Prison of my making,

Torn and Tempted, at the point of Breaking.

Lying in the Dark pools of the Lost,

Drinking in Delirium, no matter the Cost.

Hopefully, it still makes sense to you, as I likewise hope this admittedly longer than intended, not entirely brief, (though potentially still witty) explanation shall shed some light (or perhaps I should say Light) upon what might otherwise be viewed as a Capital Offense.

~Morgan~

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Wordless Wednesday – What You See Isn’t What You Get

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Extraordinary Artwork by Anna LeMind

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Wordless Wednesday – The Eye of the Beholder

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Extraordinary Artwork by Anna LeMind

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In the Moonlight – #RomanticTuesday Dark Fey #Teaser

Drawing her out of the Chamber of Jollity into the dimly lighted corridor beyond, he sought a secluded corner, pulling her urgently along with him until he came upon a window at the end of the long hallway.  There, in the luminous glow of moonlight, he turned round and embraced her with a deep moan, caressing her with the tips of his wings as their thoughts melded in sighs.  Running his hands along her arms, he grasped her more firmly, pulling her upward against him while he stared hungrily at her; then, he lowered his head to kiss her.

Slowly.

Purposefully.

Moving barely an inch, waiting, then moving closer and pausing to wait once again, he listened keenly to the sound of her unsteady breathing and the less discernible hum of her aura as it began to sing. The touch of his lips upon hers sent a shudder through her that made her sigh sharply, as if she had never been kissed before, and she could not keep herself from leaning into his embrace as the ardor of their kiss deepened.  Her senses spun uncontrolled, expanding to encompass his as well as her own and, like the rush of the first spring tide, which consumes the shore upon which it is released, she became lost in the flood of their unified sensations, regardless of place or time.

Breathless and eager, he kissed her passionately, turning slowly round and stepping forward until her back was against the wall below the window.  Effortlessly, he lifted her so she could sit upon the deep windowsill, then he moved as closely as the barricade of the wall would permit, allowing his kiss to trail over her cheeks and chin, finding the soft, rushing pulse at her neck where her skin was more sensitive. Enticing and tempting on one side, then the other, with subtle bites and teasing touches of his tongue that sent her senses reeling; he moaned when she responded by leaning backward into his cradling arms, tilting her head back so that her hair cascaded over his hands as she sighed in the glimmering moonlight.

He was nearly overwhelmed by the intoxicatingly intimate sensations they shared through their mutual telepathic and empathic abilities, which he had never experienced with anyone previously, and she, equally overcome by the exquisite melding of their emotions and mingling sensations, had no measure of desire to deny his endeavor.

He drew a deep, shuddering breath and spoke to her softly through his thoughts alone.

Query?

Spinning!

Desire!

Sigh!

… A Romantic Excerpt from Dark Fey:  Standing In Shadows…

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Artwork found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Artist.  Thank You.

 

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Unfettered Bonds – #RomanticTuesday

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Chance of Time,

Irreverent,

Hanging Betwixt the Muddled Scathing of my Thoughts

And All the Wondrous Splendour that is You,

In Herald my Heart Shall Sing its Willing Praise,

For Your Most Excellent Beauty Unrivaled is,

And Spins its Web of Impossibility round my Waiting Heart,

That Unshackled and Unfettered Binds itself to You.

Love that is Unbroken since the folding hands of Time

Spun out its Mystery in Quixotic Rhyme,

Untrusted Fathoms of the darkest Night behind me,

I Wait in Breathless Abandon for Your Abiding Love,

Passion Filled and Tender Burning,

And All the Guile my Longing Heart Desires,

For in You I see my Ever Present Future

And In Your Gilded Gaze I Remember Sweet Memory.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Mark Spain

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All You Seek

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Shape the World

With the Gentle Hands of Love

 

Cast Change Wide

With the Strength of your Compassion

 

Build the Bridge of Hope

Through Generosity Shared from the Heart

 

Accept the Marginalized

By Refusing to disregard

 

Combat the weak minded

Through the Power of Forgiveness

 

And

 

Create the World you Desire

By Living Each Day

All you Seek

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~Morgan~

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Your Light

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Will Your Life be a Mirror

Of What you See Around You

Or

Will You Walk Through the Looking glass

And Reflect Your Own Light?

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~Morgan~

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