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February 3, 2016
Wordless Wednesday – Whispers In Verse
It is Wordless Wednesday, I know; However, I am seeking Input/feedback/Comments on the following Images, which I have selected as Possibilities for my Upcoming Poetry Collection “Whispers In Verse”. The book will contain many of my poems on Silence, Calm, Peace, Tranquility, The Hush (I love so much) and, of course, Whispers. So Please feel free to comment back with a number, indicating which one YOU like most …And, Thank You, in advance, for your kind participation/ humouring me ;)
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All Images are Stock Photos/ Free Images found on Pixabay.com Still, Credit acknowledged to the Original Photographers for their Beautiful Work: Thank You !
Filed under: Poetry, Wordless Wednesday Tagged: Beautiful Photographs, BnV, BooknVolume, Calm, Nature, Peace, photography, poetry, Poetry Blog, Silence, Tranquility, Whispers, ~Morgan~
Wordless Wednesday – Sailing The Blazing Seas
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Beautiful Photographs found on Pinterest. Credit Acknowledged to the Amazing original Photographers
Filed under: Wordless Wednesday Tagged: Amazing Photography, Beautiful Earth, Beautiful Photographs, Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, Light, Nature, photography, sunrise, Sunset, ~Morgan~
Wordless Wednesday – Fire in the Sky
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Beautiful Photographs found on Pinterest. Credit Acknowledged to the Amazing Original Photographers.
Filed under: Wordless Wednesday Tagged: Amazing Photography, Beautiful Earth, Beautiful Photographs, Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, Light, Nature, photography, sunrise, Sunset, ~Morgan~
February 2, 2016
Soft Hush – NaHaiWriMo
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Hush of Soft Silence
Winter Lingers on the Air
Stillness Sweet and Deep
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~Morgan~
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. Written for National Haiku Writing Month, which is teaching me to focus on the Emotion of the Haiku as well as the Season from which the Emotion springs. In order to challenge myself, I am opening Google Image Search under a subject, such as Winter, Snow, Calm, etc.; I am selecting the first image that Inspires a thought and writing my Haiku on it. Today this Beautiful Image by Richard Childs made me think the word “Hush”.
Beautiful Photograph by: .richardchildsphotography.co.uk Please stop by to see more of his breathtaking work :)
Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, Calm, Haiku, Harmony, Inspiration, NaHaiWriMo, Nature, photography, Poem, poetry, Winter, ~Morgan~
One Gift
Once upon a time, not so very long ago, I dreamed of writing. Writing for whoever might hear, whoever might care, or, for myself and the sheer enjoyment, nay, the absolute bliss of filling a page with words spilling from my mind like a torrent. (a torrent of what, we shall not debate!) Words have always been there, at the forefront of my every thought, waking or sleeping, dreaming or working. How many times I’ve been caught narrating what I’m doing by a quizzical onlooker I dare not admit (usually a family member, thank goodness, but not always). It’s rather like an obsession I cannot escape or break free of, and like an obsession, I do not care to break free, really.
I distinctly remember sitting in my fifth grade classroom, creating stories in my mind and scribbling them down for all I was worth rather than going out for recess (even when a rousing game of 4 square or kickball beckoned). How could I explain to other ten year olds that I would much rather immerse myself in the mystical places my imagination could take me, would take me, than run around in the dirt or swing from the playground monkey bars (which I never could reach anyway, being so diminutively statured).
OK, maybe that is just proof that I’m a little left of center. (You might enthusiastically agree) The dilithium crystals aren’t reaching full efficiency, Captain. I’m one clue short of a revelation, Sherlock. OR it may indicate that I was destined to unravel the complexities of life and love in lyrical, narrative fashion; who can tell (although more than likely it’s a bit of both, really). One thing is clear, though; I shall never escape the compelling temptation that is writing. I’m addicted, mind, body, soul.
Good thing, though, since it would seem this compulsion is my one true gift. (Yes, I do believe we all have at least one, some of us have more than one, though proving how quickly a bottle of Absolute can be absolutely obliterated or diving from train trusses with a spongy rope attached to the feet are not illustrations of a gift by any means) Where was I?
Good thing, yes, because I have found that once you allow yourself to become completely wound up in your True Gift the satisfaction and sense of accomplishment you achieve supersedes anything else, everything else. Of course, the trick is figuring out what your One True Gift is, which isn’t as simple as it seems. I should have known I was a writer, since words have been tumbling from my mind and spirit since I was old enough to speak. I spent a summer composing a collection of 100 poems, just as a challenge to myself and I’ve been writing one thing or another since I could hold a pencil (or crayon) (or lipstick). So why did it take me this long to sit down and take it seriously and to finally realize the ultimate joy in utilizing that one talent given to me alone (so to speak, since it was certainly given to you as well or we wouldn’t be here, but do humour me, as I’m making a point here) (I think/hope).
We walk along the path of life, meandering through the shaggy undergrowth and stopping often to investigate the curious or spectacular. We stumble over debris scattered in the avenue, sometimes we fall, tumble, roll and when we struggle to our feet the right way to go isn’t always clear. We point ourselves in a direction and trudge on. Often, we need to double back, realizing that we’ve chosen the wrong direction. The going can be difficult, uphill, over large stones and through loose gravel that slips underfoot; yet the light is always shining down on us, streaming through the lush canopy of green swaying in the wind over our heads. Nevertheless, we ultimately come to a place where we can go no farther unaided and we must make a deliberate choice. Turn around and stumble back the way we came, making no further progress and never reaching our goal(s) or reach for the walking stick waiting at our feet; accept the hand that is offered to help us continue on; allow ourselves to be carried through the brambles so we don’t fall or bleed anymore.
This isn’t a cop out, however. Nor is it taking the easy way out or cheating. In fact, it’s just the beginning. The start of a whole new journey; another path to walk along, another avenue to sojourn, though not alone, and when we walk this road, aided by the Light that is within us we will discover our Purpose. A purpose that will fill us (oddly enough) with Purpose. A destiny that will lead us to our Destiny; and a gift, One True Gift, that will give us the greatest Gift of all.
Purpose and a Destiny.
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Lovely Image found at: peterhiddema.com
Filed under: Just Me Musing Tagged: BnV, BooknVolume, Destiny, Dreams, Faith, Imagination, Inspiration, Light, passion, Purpose, spirituality, words, Writing, ~Morgan~
February 1, 2016
Whispering Dream
Softest Morning
Shimmer of Frozen Daytide
Whispering Dream
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~Morgan~
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***This Haiku is in Honour of National Haiku Writing Month. Discover more here: http://www.nahaiwrimo.com
Beautiful Photograph found at: playbuzz.com
Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Beautiful Photographs, BnV, BooknVolume, Dreams, Haiku, Harmony, Inspiration, NaHaiWriMo, Nature, Poem, poetry, Whispers, Winter, ~Morgan~
Embrace
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You Surround me,
Warm me,
Your Touch Melts through Me.
Your Heartbeat Fills my Senses.
Your Breath Caresses my skin.
Your Whispers Close my eyes.
Passion Spreads like a Fervent Blush.
How Deliciously Sweet is this Embrace!
How I Wish I could stop Time in this place!
I would Remain in Your Arms Eternally,
With You Surrounding Me.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Lauri Blank
Filed under: Poetry Tagged: BnV, BooknVolume, Desire, Dreams, Embrace, Heartbeat, Love, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, relationships, Romance, Soul Mates, ~Morgan~
January 30, 2016
Kingdom of Promise
Kingdom of Promise and Mystery,
Shimmering Magic Deep Within Me;
Maelstrom of Ethereal Power
Raining Mythical, Incandescent Showers
Like Imagination, ever Resounding;
Prompting Possibility, Sweetly Abounding!
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Beautiful Original Artwork found at: Fantasy-AncientEchoes.jpg Wiccan World: image by JadeFelt. Thank You!
Filed under: Friday Fantasy, Poetry Tagged: Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, Ethereal, Fantasy, Imagination, Inspiration, Magic, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, Promise, ~Morgan~
