Cynthia A. Morgan's Blog, page 94

His Lustrous Song – #poetry of the #naturalworld

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Golden shimmer of enigmatic Bliss

Whispers of His timeless kiss

Shimmering Splendor of Delicate fire

Warmth Enticing like sweet Desire

As Autumn Sings his lustrous song

Pause

And Sigh

Deep and long.

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~Morgan ~

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Beautiful original photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank you ~

Silence and Solitude – #Poetry of #Loneliness and #Hope

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Silence.

It borders on my Sanity like a perimeter fence, locking out my Solitude, Barring me from myself.

From You.

And Chaos Wakens within me, like the Opening Eye of Daylight, the turmoil of My Soul.

Solitude is Beautiful.

Solitude is Violence to my Heart.

Solitude is something, although I have little or any Awareness of what it is exactly;

Still it Exists and is very much a part of me.

Yet it is rather like a Part of Me I could live without, something necessary, but not Vital in sustaining me.

Silence.

It keeps me from Sharing that which I would rather not Share.

Or if I Would, I’d ought to not.

Or if I ought to not, I rather Would.

Silence And Solitude.

The inner workings of a Heart in Need of more than what it knows it wants,

But that it wants what it knows it longs for,

Ever Seeking that which it cannot find, yet yearns for,

The Match,

The Other,

Half of itself, lost in Time,

Waiting

in Silence and Solitude

for that seeming Tranquility to be broken

By You.

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~Morgan~

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Artwork found at : http://www.tekstovi-pesama.com

Silence and Solitude – #Poetry of the #Loneliness and #Hope

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Silence.

It borders on my Sanity like a perimeter fence, locking out my Solitude, Barring me from myself.

From You.

And Chaos Wakens within me, like the Opening Eye of Daylight, the turmoil of My Soul.

Solitude is Beautiful.

Solitude is Violence to my Heart.

Solitude is something, although I have little or any Awareness of what it is exactly;

Still it Exists and is very much a part of me.

Yet it is rather like a Part of Me I could live without, something necessary, but not Vital in sustaining me.

Silence.

It keeps me from Sharing that which I would rather not Share.

Or if I Would, I’d ought to not.

Or if I ought to not, I rather Would.

Silence And Solitude.

The inner workings of a Heart in Need of more than what it knows it wants,

But that it wants what it knows it longs for,

Ever Seeking that which it cannot find, yet yearns for,

The Match,

The Other,

Half of itself, lost in Time,

Waiting

in Silence and Solitude

for that seeming Tranquility to be broken

By You.

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~Morgan~

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Artwork found at : http://www.tekstovi-pesama.com

Love’s Flower- #Love #Poetry

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Love is the Passing,

Blushing,

Frailty of a Flower,

Shimmering Brightly in the

Warm Light afforded it.

But when the Wind blows

From the North,

It withers all away,

Falling to Dire Sleep,

Most Dreadful,

Endless Slumber.

Yet Spring oft’ Brings

Delicate Warmth;

Tender Life Anew.

And if this Love will

Flourish and Bloom,

Depends, My Sweet,

Upon You.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Image found on Pinterest

Whispers of Change- #AutumnColors #Photography

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Photography by ME Taken at Longwood Gardens

Deliciously Satisfying #Epic #Fantasy- #5Star #BookReview of Beloved Traitor

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Beloved Traitor (Fragile Fate Trilogy Book 1)

by Jeremiah Dungan

When the highest prophet in the land wields his power, kings and queens become pawns.

Coerced into betraying the barbarian king who raised him, a disowned mage, Brandt, kills the high queen, sending the already unstable regions into chaos. His mage nature and the scars of the past fight against his desire to be a better man as he attempts to find common ground amid the feuding powers.

While Brandt struggles for a place with the noble mages and barbarians, his actions send three princesses on paths that will take them far from home. Each carry passions and fears they must control if they are to become more than prisoners of fate. Carving new paths could lead to the devastation or salvation of themselves as well as the kingdom.

With powerful men holding the truths of the past in the shadows, how the young prince and princesses choose to wield their new power could destroy them all. Can they bring peace to the kingdom or will they be the next victims sacrificed in the fight for the high throne?

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MY 5-Star Review

In a realm where magic and mages are all powerful and submission is forced onto those assumed to be weak, an intriguingly complex array of characters spin out a tale that is wholly relatable to our present reality.  With a Viking-Norse flair and a driven pace, I found myself reading longer than I planned to each time I picked up the book simply because I was so captivated. I couldn’t put it down.  I kept saying ‘just one more chapter….’

This epic fantasy not only set the ground work for its sequel, which I’m eagerly anticipating, but took its time, delivering deliciously satisfying world-building and introducing a marvelous collection of fascinating characters I learned to both love and hate.  I hope the author doesn’t keep us waiting too long for book 2!

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Discover more about the author Jeremiah Dungan

Find Beloved Traitor here

~Morgan~

Sorrow- #Remembrance of #Love

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It doesn’t seem possible that 5 years have passed since my Mother left this world for the next.

It isn’t conceivable that it has been so long, and yet I miss her still and the grief can still overtake me.

I found it hard to imagine 5 years ago when a close friend commiserated with me and said she could not believe 5 years had passed since her own mother moved to a different realm; yet now I stand wondering where 5 years have gone.

So much has happened, so many things I wish I could have shared with her, though I know she watched and listened and shared them with me through the silent whispers of Love.

5 years ago this day was unbearable.  traumatic.  heart-breaking.

Today I remember, not with tears, but with overflowing gratitude that I was so Abundantly Blessed to share so many years with so Beautiful a spirit as my Mother was, IS and ever shall be.

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Sorrow has broken my heart this week. The trauma of bearing witness to slow decline, the struggle, the anguish, and, Today, the Unbearable, Inexpressible, Heart-wrenching LOSS and Loneliness is nearly more than I can bear.

My Mother Passed on into the Realm of Eternal Love, Hope, Peace and Joy today. I Envy her. I Rejoice for her. I miss her more than I could ever, ever say.

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I love you Mom!

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork by:Unknown, but I thankfully acknowledge credit to the talented artist.

It Is Not – #Poetry #Sadness #Depression #Negativity

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It is Not,

It does Not,

Calamity upon the sleeve;

Creeping like the Dark of Night

Into the Heart

To lurk and cleave.

It has Never,

It will Never,

Trespass set into motion;

Crushing the Majestic Billowing Wave

Of the deepest,

Bravest Ocean.

Impossible,

Improbable,

Wreaking Havoc on their course;

Vile demons smashing Heaven,

Hand in Hand

With Force.

Negativity,

Like Poison,

Caustic as Infection;

Cheats the Heart of all that Shimmers,

And Gathers unto it

Rejection.

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~Morgan~

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Photograph found on Pinterest.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer.

Thanks you~

Pulse – #Passionate #LovePoetry

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~Morgan~

#FantasyFriday #Freebie- A Full #FreeChapter of #AwardWinning #Epic #YA #Fantasy

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Wondering if you might like Dark Fey? I’ve decided to GIVE you an Entire Chapter to decide. And not just any Chapter, The Pinnacle Chapter; the one I wrote first; the one around which the rest of the story is built. So pour yourself a beverage, sit back in a quiet room (or the local pub, depending) and Enjoy this Fantasy Freebie.