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#Words – One #Writer’s #Passion

To celebrate my birthday I thought I’d share some posts about me

Words

They are inescapably diverting. They distract me in the most intoxicating manner imaginable; they hold me hostage like a prisoner trapped within a cage of my own making where I pace, tiger-like, undeterred by the tide of day into night and night into day, where I can spend hours surrounding myself with them without saying anything at all.

Words

They fill my heart with yearning. They spread through my mind like a waking dream, impossible to ignore and as captivating as warmth on a freezing day, and I stand enthralled by the indescribably hypnotic sight of my thoughts and dreams taking visible form, filling my mind with ever increasing tides and torrents of relentless phrases.

Words

They touch the deep precincts of my mind. They betray the hidden secrets of my heart, speaking boldly for any who will listen what it is that my spirit longs to attain, to satisfy, to provoke, and I have no more control over the inevitable prophesying than one might have over the wind, blowing where and when and how it will.

Words

Like a drug I am powerless to resist, they send me into spiraling, dizzying, abstraction where I wait, transfixed and smiling like a Cheshire Cat, unabashed in my revelry, unhindered by convention, until the wave crests and crashes.

Words

Trivial or Tantalizing, Poetic or Lurid, I hear them, see them, feel them, taste them. They send me into irrational, inexplicable fits of splendor that only I seem able to experience. And yet, when those words are spoken by You, I see a mirror, a reflection; evidence of something more than just

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Gairynzvl- The Dark One- #Meet the #Character

After years of waiting and creating more possibles than I can count I finally was able to create a character that more closely resembles the Dark One I see in my mind’s eye when I think about Gairynzvl.  Meet my main character from the Dark Fey Trilogy!

He dwarfed her diminutive stature by at least fourteen inches and had a lithe, powerfully muscular physique.  His shoulder length hair was the color of shimmering ice, both white and silver.  He wore a full-length coat with burnished gold lacings and buttons, with armor-like plates embellishing his broad shoulders and with dark crimson and vibrant silver silk accentuating the deep lapels of the coat he wore open across his broad chest.  The multiple belts and chokers crisscrossing his close fitted vest, his pants and boots; all were black leather with similar burnished gold fittings and, although she never would have imagined a Dark One dressing so strikingly, he wore a double flounced cravat and golden choker with an enormous ruby glimmering from its heart.

His vast dragon-like pinions were deep black and blood-red, stretching fully twice his height in length, yet with vicious spines at each joint and tip they seemed even larger and were hideously frightful to behold.  His complexion was the unmistakable sallow pallor of the Reviled.

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A Snippet from Chapter Six of The Reviled, where Gairynzvl reveals himself to Ayla for the first time:

Panting with exhaustion, he moved toward the darkness, half carrying Ayla, half dragging her as his strength was not much greater than her own.  She stumbled along beside him, crying, though no longer screaming in pain, and for that, he found he was inexplicably thankful.  When the light of the mirror could no longer reach him in any fashion and he was, once again, cloaked in cool, soothing shadow, he stopped, lowered her carefully to the floor and stood over her, his head tilted upward, his eyes closed and mouth open as he breathed in the darkness deeply.  His mind spun with echoes of writhing pain; his flesh burned with the memory of flame; his heart hammered in his chest and his entire body trembled with uncontrollable fatigue.

Gazing up at him in the darkness, Ayla considered him carefully, amazed beyond description.  He stood over her, but did not threaten or intimidate her; he merely stood, almost vigilantly.  Was he protecting her in the darkness?  She looked more closely at him, now that he was no longer bathed in searing light nor submersed in shadows that he had drawn to himself, and she was amazed that she did not see the Dark One she had seen when she first looked upon him, when her fear had given her eyes the freedom of creating a demon.  In fact, as he stood over her, breathing unsteadily, visibly trembling and with the water of tears still wet upon his face, she realized she had woefully misjudged him.

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Discover More About Dark Fey

~Morgan~

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If I Cannot Love You- #LovePoetry

If I cannot Love You,
I would rather there be no Sun to Light the day,
No Fresh Delicious Breeze off the Sweetly Sighing ocean.
If I cannot Love Only You,
I would rather the Stars no longer Shone
And the Rainbow bleed its Colours like rain.
If I cannot Love Just You,
I would Wish the Seasons to stop turning
And the restless Wind stop Rushing through the trees.
If I cannot Love You Alone,
I would Pull down the Moon
And forbid her Sweet Light to ever Shine Again.

~Morgan~
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Amazing Image found on Pinterest. Credit acknowledged to the original creator of this amazing image.(whoever it may be)

Rozencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (about says it all, really)

Rosencrantz (Gary Oldman): Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. Must have been shattering. Stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it. It never occurred to me at all. We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it. Before we know that there are words. Out we come, bloodied and squawling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there’s only one direction. And time is its only measure.

For those of you who have not had the pleasure of watching the movie Rozencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (or the play for that matter) I highly recommend it. This amazing, humorous and often profound movie is from 1990 and stars Gary Oldman, Richard Dreyfuss and Tim Roth. (All exceedingly talented actors, in my book)(nvolume) It follows the lives of two minor characters from the play Hamlet. (you guessed it, although, let’s face it, I haven’t even mentioned Shakespeare or Hamlet in quite a while, so I’m more than overdue) (and you’ve been exceptionally fortunate!)

In the movie, the play (Hamlet) is taking place around these characters, and as you watch and they stumble about trying to find their way (and you along with them, oftentimes) these two unremarkable fellows encounter and grapple with such enigmatic and philosophical themes as Life, Death, Physics, Fate and simply trying to remember their own names. (Since Hamlet wrote them as so inconsequential that none of the characters in the play, including Hamlet, could remember their names)

As the passage above illustrates, amidst the horrendously poor Shakespearian acting (which is just another ploy of the brilliant writer of this play turned movie, Tom Stoppard) and the antics of these two far from infallible blokes, there is a generous sprinkling of irreverence, thought-provoking cinematography, and insightful soliloquies that often make you want to press pause and spend a moment (or seven) considering.

And for those of you who are Who’s Line is it Anyway, fans there is also the original Questions Game which is actually played out on a tennis court. (Here’s a snippet just to entice you)

Rosencrantz: Do you want to play questions?
Guildenstern (Tim Roth) : How do you play that?
Rosencrantz: You have to ask a question.
Guildenstern: Statement. One – Love.
Rosencrantz: Cheating.
Guildenstern: How?
Rosencrantz: I haven’t started yet.
Guildenstern: Statement. Two – Love.
Rosencrantz: Are you counting that?
Guildenstern: What?
Rosencrantz: Are you counting that?
Guildenstern: Foul. No repetition. Three – Love and game.
Rosencrantz: I’m not going to play if you’re going to be like that.

The movie is overflowing with Laurel and Hardy-esque wit and absurdity, as well, that will leave a smile on your face long after you’ve stopped laughing, shaking your head, and/or finished watching. It’s a face-paced, in- your- face, make- you- turn- your- head- to- the- side- questioningly- and- wonder- what- exactly- is- going- on, astonishing mingling of words that is one of my favourite movies, ever. One of those I can watch over and over, again and again and never grow tired of (there I go ending with a preposition again…sorry!)…of which I never grow tired. (better!)

Actor (Richard Dreyfuss): Audiences know what they expect and that is all they are prepared to believe in.

~Morgan~
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Image found on en.wikipedia

#Art with Social Relevance

 

This piece of Artwork has so much Social Relevance and such Poignancy I absolutely had to share it.

This artwork is just one of many stellar pieces by my friend The Fulkrum on #DeviantArt. His work is exceptional and I hope you’ll visit him to see for yourself

https://www.deviantart.com/thefulkrum

 

~Morgan~

Imagination- #InspirationalQuotes

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Poetry and Art by ~Morgan~

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One – #Love #Poems

Do You hear me Whisper Your name,
When the candle blows out,
When the Light goes down?

Do You Remember the Sound of my Voice,
Like an Echo, a Recurrence, a stutter in Time?
Your Heart, My Heart,
One

Rhyme

Separated only by miles,
Like rocks in a pond, standing between
What Was and what Will Be,
You and I,
One

United, yet Alone
Together, but Distant
Trapped in separation until
The Sweet Heavenly Grace Who made Us,
One

Reunites Us
In Time
In Spirit
In Heart
In Mind
In Body

To Be Forever, Again
One

 

Poetry and Art by ~Morgan~

 

The Path – #Poetry of #Faith and #Spirituality

There is a Path Reserved for us

To Walk with Pride and Pleasure,

Yet if we Choose to Walk this path

‘Pends Upon our own Free Measure.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Image found on Pinterest.  Credit Acknowledged to the original photographer.

The Hush of Stillness – #Mindfulness & #Harmony

 

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The Alluring Hush of Stillness sings softly to my heart and spirit, ever calling from the incorporeal ether of time and space; humming quietly in the chaotic rush; transposing the incessant clamor of the here and now. Ever present, like the delicate glow of a single candle against the darkness of night, the Hush of Stillness asks me to pause, draw a deep breath, and sense the Treasure of the moment. For within the pulse of each fraction of time; amid the suspirations of the hands of the clock, and throughout the dizzying turn of days the Hush of Stillness lingers.

It is serenity nestled quietly like a dove in the swaying branches of the evergreen. It is tranquility dancing upon the water, sparkling like the shimmering show of morning. It is harmony descending gently like fluttering snowflakes spiraling in the storm of life. It whispers through the turbulent noise of existence to the inner essence, speaking in tones only the soul truly comprehends.

Yet, if I close my eyes; if I stop to see the sparkle of starlight; when I stoop to brush my hands across the waving fronds of wheat swaying in the breeze; as the golden rays of the setting sun caress my cheek and the coolth of an evening zephyr runs its fingers through my hair the Hush of Stillness becomes perceptible. When the evening carols of birds breaks through calamity; when the shades of Autumnal foliage or the blushing colours of Springtide turn our heads; when the soft serenade of crickets replaces the bluster, the Hush of Stillness finds distinction.

Rest in the Silence
As Light becomes the pulse that beats within
As Shadows sigh in Indigo song
Breath in Stillness
While Patience smiles from the sparkling dawn
While Charity bends in resplendent simplicity
Join the chorus
Of the Hush of Stillness
And allow its symphony to be
The only blazing congruency
Within.

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Written in response to a comment made by my friend Rajiv at https://rajivchopra.me/ , who was inspired by the phrase, The Hush of Stillness, I recently used in a poem and suggested writing about how the Hush Inspires me.
Thank you Rajiv for a Great writing prompt
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~Morgan~

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Photograph is my own, taken at Monarch Lake, Colorado

Silence – #Poetry for #Meditation

Silence

Shards of Night

Breaking Glass

Restless Spirit

Rushing Thoughts

Breathing Deeply

Visionary Sight

Calming Tranquility

Silence

 

~Morgan~

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Breathtaking Image found at: http://www.last.fm