Cynthia A. Morgan's Blog, page 66

Alone – #LovePoetry

Alas, My Love, how Empty is

This bed without you.

How I strain to hear the

Soft and subtle rhythm of

Your Sweetest breath.

How I long to Feel the

Gentle Warmth of Your arms

Embracing me.

How I yearn to lean close,

A soft and tender Kiss to bestow.

Alas, My Love, this bed lies empty,

You are not here, not yet,

And in reverence of its Lonely state

I do shun its comfort

To lie in distracted vigilance

Upon the floor

Alone.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork by:  Moonchild-Ljilja

Intimidation – #Thoughts for #Perspective

These menacing titans followed me on my evening walk tonight. Of course, they were much more intimidating in “real life”…but then, thats the way intimidation works, isn’t it?

 

~Morgan~

Majestic Chaos – #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld

IMAG0012, a photo by regency728 on Flickr.

Towering, Prodigious, Momentary Titan;

Billowing Sail of Precise Disorder;

Primal Fear chokes my breath

As I stand in Awe of your

Majestic Chaos.
(Taken in Pennsylvania)

~Morgan~

No More Hemp Hogs – #Musings about #Joy and Cantankerousism

Have you ever worked with someone, gone to school with someone, maybe even lived with someone who really annoyed you?

NO????????? Ok Mother Theresa, I guess this post is for the rest of us ….

Sure you have, and so have I. There’s always one. Someone who comes in late and leaves early, takes an extra long lunch and spends the remaining time doing as little as possible. Maybe they are like the office helicopter, they like to hover, which only makes you want to swat at them with a ruler or shoot elastic bands at them when they aren’t watching. Perhaps they are the office socialite, who comes in every day with tales from the dark side to share whether or not you really care to hear. They grumble, they mumble, they can turn anything on its head. Or they might be that person that is always there to gobble up the yummy snack(s) brought in by someone or other, but never, ever, EVER, offer anything themselves. (Feeling left out? Go ahead…insert your own pet peeve here …)

Yes, every office has one, sometimes two, and I know, for my part, I do a lot of surreptitious eye rolling, but my mother always told me, “If you can’t say something nice…(bang your head against the wall until you get a nice buzz?) say nothing at all. So, being the good girl, (no, this is not the chance for YOU to roll your eyes!) I don’t. That’s not to say I don’t go home at the end of the day and mutter uselessly to my flat mate; still, I am ceaselessly amazed at how one human being (so called) can be so cynical, depressing, and, on the whole, miserable to be around.

Ok, true, they may be dealing with something I can’t even imagine, or care to imagine. They may have a medical condition that causes them to be perpetually potty-mouthed, or they may have never been truly happy a day in their lives, even if they wanted to be, but they still annoy, irritate, and befuddle ( there’s a word!) So I try all the typical and sometimes atypical tricks to try to lift them out of their melancholy: I listen to their inane prattling even when I’m busy doing other things (I know…that sounds oddly familiar doesn’t it?), I try to gentle reassure or encourage them, I even might go so far as to bring them a Gratitude Journal and explain how writing down just one or two things a day that they are thankful for might go a long way in helping them realize that they are truly blessed, (which is a prime opportunity for THEM to roll their eyes at ME, by the way) Or I ply them with one of my personal favourites: Hemp Hogs.

What the Harry Potter is a Hemp Hog, you ask? MMmmmm!!! A Hemp Hog is a delicious little milk chocolate truffle made with hemp nut cream filling. This chocolate is high in/on Omega 3’s, 6’s and protein…it’s sweet and creamy, and oh so chocolaty….so if you simply gotta have a chocolate…..

Where was I? Oh yes, the curmudgeon. Needless to say, they took the candy, but didn’t take the hint (s).

So I guess this person is just a misery-grouse and there’s nothing I can do. I just have to put up with it (and reserve my spot on the wall for repeated head-banging) (although not to Marilyn Mason)(anymore)(that can give you nose bleeds, but I digress….)

Being a decent person, I decided to say a prayer for this sad, little soul. Another thing my mother always said to do (no, I didn’t ALWAYS do everything my mother told me to, but those are quite a few other posts!) So I prayed for their happiness, if they could find some, maybe, possibly, please!!!…..and then it hit me. A Revelation.

Maybe the person who drives me crazy every day is that way for a reason. Maybe they are miserable to show me how NOT to be. Maybe they are joyless to remind me how much I have to be joyful about. (sorry, I know I shouldn’t end on a preposition) Maybe they are sad, bitter and resentful to prompt me to be thankful. Maybe God, in His infinite wisdom, is using this person every day to teach others…to teach me! And if that’s the case, if He can use the office wet blanket, how can/is He using me?

My point?  I suppose I won’t be saying “No More Hemp Hogs for Mr. Nasty”

~Morgan~

Luminous Shade – #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld

IMAG0003, a photo by regency728 on Flickr.

Silver and bronze,
United in a quiet cote,
Listen in breathless silence
To lyrical birdsong,
Cicadal droning,
And the whispers of travelers
Stooping in its luminous shade.

(Taken at Longwood Gardens, Pennsylvania)

 

 

~Morgan~

Secret Tower – #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld

IMAG0009, a photo by regency728 on Flickr.

The tower stood guard,

watching,

waiting,

seeking the face of enemy and friend alike,

the first line of defense and the final battleground,

but the ancient stones had also seen secret loves shared,

heard the echoes of children’s laughter,

and tolled the hours of the day for centuries.

Secret now,

sinking behind the growth of bordering wood,

the tower reminisced and was silent.

~Morgan~

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(Photo Taken at Longwood Garden’s, Pennsylvania)

Green Sky – #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld

IMAG0010, a photo by regency728 on Flickr.

The Broad Crown of the forest giant stretched into the sky,

Mingling with Sunlight, Cerulean and diffuse Emerald shadow,

Inviting, Enchanting, Calling….

 

~Morgan~
(Taken at Longwood Garden’s, Pennsylvania)

Whispers In Verse – #Shakespeare meets #Mystical #Mantra

.Reviewed By Erin Nicole Cochran for Readers’ Favorite

Whispers In Verse by Cynthia A. Morgan is a collection of poetry that reads like a combination of poetic Shakespeare and a mysterious conjuration of a magician from the medieval era. The two blend into one unique writing style, which creates a sense of peace and serenity, as though a meditative mantra surrounds the person reading, except there are many words spoken instead of only a handful. One of my favorite poems is on page 101 and is called The Wondering Bystander. The last two lines, in particular, flood me with life, time, and memories tangled together: “Merging Past and Present to Kiss the forehead of The Wondering Bystander.”

Cynthia A. Morgan’s Whispers In Verse was like no other poetry book I have read. It pulls you into the story and out of the present entirely, drawing you into a place you haven’t seen or been before, another world of time where things slow down, and the rushing here and rushing there of life pauses. Whispers In Verse finds a way to tap into our circadian rhythm and creates a place we can be without reaching out to text, email, or field a call. Also accompanying the poems are tranquil and beautiful images of nature that help keep readers in peaceful respite from the rest of the busy world. The vibrant colors of nature and the sun bring a measure of warmth to readers as they flip the pages.

https://readersfavorite.com/book-review/whispers-in-verse

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~Morgan~

My Muse – #Love #Poetry

Persuasion by a simple smile,
You are all temptation and guile,
Entwining me in Your most intricate ruse,
Day and Night, You are My Muse.

Without a word You lead my heart,
Your Laughter makes the reverie start,
Then words pour forth, never ending,
Like Angels over my imagination bending.

You fill me with dreams; Yes, then desire,
Insatiable Longing, Equitable fire,
As words flood o’re, like a river cresting,
Rushing together, never resting.

Eyes of splendor, Adonis incarnate,
For You I will more willingly wait,
Then breathe my next, or wake with the day,
How can I ever, truly say,

How much You mean, How right You are,
Burning like an ethereal star.
Into my life, like a warm blush suffuse,
Forever and always, You are My Muse.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful photograph by: E Brusida Portrait at Deviantart

Beautiful Child -#Poetry

I met the most beautiful child today.
We shared only a moment,
But she stole my heart away.

The sight of her was all entrancing,
Her crown of curls; her giggles
Her tip-toe dancing.

She reached for me without a shred of hesitation.
The sparkling jewelry I wore
An irresistible invitation.

She smiled sweeter than a cherub above,
Her blue eyes sparkled,
and she cooed like a dove.

Time will turn and I’ll grow old,
Yet she will always be
This Beautiful child in my Memory.

 

 

~Morgan~