tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188709143055696372024-03-18T12:58:04.964-07:00Pen and FeatherWords from a rusty writer.Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-3818684320439270852017-10-27T09:39:00.001-07:002017-10-27T09:39:33.279-07:00A Beautiful Tool for October's Heart-Bits with Magaly, 2017A witch's house,<br />
a dead man's spouse,<br />
a cave in the depths<br />
of the sea,<br />
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A call to the Season,<br />
very personal reasons,<br />
call these tools into<br />
reality.<br />
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Some are for duty,<br />
all are for beauty<br />
says the Muse,<br />
my demanding deity.<br />
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Well, a jar is a jar<br />
till it travels afar,<br />
where it becomes<br />
what it is meant to be.<br />
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<br />Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-49048938919982863212017-06-23T07:47:00.001-07:002017-06-23T07:47:49.219-07:00Baba Yaga's House for Beautiful Freaks Fest 2017<br />
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I love fairy tales from all over the world, so I was a bit surprised when a few decades ago while reading "Women Who Run with Wolves" by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes that I read a story from the Slavic regions about a witch named Baba Yaga. She could appear as an old crone or a young maiden.Young men on quests, young girls with problems sought her out for assistance. Of course, there were prerequisites for obtaining said help. If you didn't meet her standards or were rude, you were punished immediately! She could curse you with a spell or serve you up with her mashed potatoes and turnips. Yes, she was that kind of witch! She traveled around the forests in a mortar and used a pestle to steer her path. Her trusting broom was pulled behind her to cover her tracks. When she went home her house would dance about on the legs of a chicken and spin around so the door was hard to find.<br />
This is my take on the Baba Yaga house. If you are familiar with my gratitude and word jars, the shape of the jar should look familiar. I covered the jar in plaster bandages, Apoxie Sculpt, and paint. I added moss to the bottom for surely the legs need to rest occasionally! I covered the lid with Apoxie Sculpt shingles and a stone chimney. There are more than 38 charms and bead dangles. It took me the better part of a week, mostly trying to figure out how to attach the legs and make sure they could handle the weight of the jar and its embellishments and still remain upright. Thank you Apoxie Sculpt and popsicle sticks and my handy dandy miniature level.<br />
You can use it for affirmations (Baba was great on boundaries and free will), as a Halloween decoration, or as a place to hide the last 3 homemade chocolate chip cookies! The choice is in your imagination.<br />
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Now, please hop on over to the Beautiful Freaks Fest blog to see all the fun stuff!<br />
Here's where you will find them:<a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/welcome-to-beautiful-freaks-fest-2017/" target="_blank">http://magalyguerrero.com/welcome-to-beautiful-freaks-fest-2017/</a>Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-40963695428716113972017-04-21T15:24:00.001-07:002017-04-21T15:24:11.416-07:00Small Comfort for Dark Poetry for the Cruelest Month:Protest and OutrageThis is my piece for Magaly's Dark Poetry for the Cruelest Month: Protest and Outrage<br />
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Outrage is hard to hold<br />
in the face of weariness.<br />
When quiet tears replace<br />
pumping fists and shouts of rage,<br />
the comfort of a pillow and a cat<br />
seem so sensible.<br />
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Today I have used all my matches.<br />
The bras are all burned,<br />
the signs stacked at the side of the garage.<br />
No scheduled rallies,<br />
no rhymed chants<br />
will fill my time.<br />
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I know this is but a rest stop,<br />
a refueling for the continuing fight.<br />
How did we let time fold itself<br />
so quietly back to a past reality?<br />
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My big girl panties will be waiting<br />
for when the fire burns in my belly...<br />
in a day, maybe two.<br />
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But, for now, I must grieve,<br />
must ponder, must heal.<br />
The warmth of a blanket<br />
and the soft purr of a kitty<br />
will help me on my way.<br />
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Visit this link to find other outraged and protesting writers and artists!<br />
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oil from the plant<br />
with heart-shaped leaves,<br />
pooled across the top<br />
of the gift from<br />
the coconut.<br />
As it hit<br />
the surface tension,<br />
an explosion<br />
of herbal goodness<br />
lifted into the air,<br />
promising calm<br />
on top of goodwill.<br />
Drops of constant faith followed,<br />
saturating the room<br />
with the scents<br />
of a Morrocan market,<br />
exotic and beautiful<br />
as a night in Casablanca.<br />
The sweet, heavy scent<br />
that then bloomed<br />
gave assurance<br />
of a mind in balance,<br />
Its tonic rooted<br />
in the volcanic soil<br />
of an island<br />
that danced the Senga<br />
to the beat of the ravanne,<br />
the tingle of triangles,<br />
with words sang in Creole.<br />
From the groves<br />
of a landlocked nation<br />
seeded by Jesuits,<br />
the haunting aroma<br />
of the bitter orange<br />
fed the senses<br />
with relief from the anxiety<br />
that fuels our anger,<br />
our pain.<br />
Plant of Osiris,<br />
symbol of joy,<br />
elixir for the heart,<br />
warm and spicy,<br />
fulfilling the dream<br />
of freedom from stress.<br />
With formula finished,<br />
a prayer to a Goddess offered,<br />
<span style="text-align: center;">eyes closed, </span>hands poised,<br />
an invocation was voiced.<br />
Spelled magic,<br />
twirled with energy<br />
infused into the mixture.<br />
This potion that could<br />
be the present of peace<br />
to a troubled world,<br />
a healing brew<br />
to banish alarm<br />
and dread from the<br />
hearts of the empaths<br />
so they may stand<br />
strong in their gift<br />
of deep healing<br />
to us all,<br />
that we may be fearless<br />
in living<br />
the true definition<br />
of love one another,<br />
secure in the knowing<br />
that we are one.<br />
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For those interested, these are the actual oils in no particular order: Clary Sage, Geranium, Cedarwood, Marjoram, Pettigrain, coconut oil for the carrier oil<br />
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Make sure you fly by to see the other great posts from all the wonderful people that are participating in the blog hop this year. Here is the handy dandy link: <a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/spelling-healing-into-a-rotting-world-witches-in-fiction-2016/" target="_blank">http://magalyguerrero.com/spelling-healing-into-a-rotting-world-witches-in-fiction-2016/</a>Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-81052646347407899142016-07-22T08:13:00.000-07:002016-07-22T08:13:32.593-07:00The Cage or the Key? ~For AFanciful Twist 9th Annual Tea Party blog hop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Grey Hare winked at me, then poured a cup of the Darjeeling Drama that she had just steeped.<br />
"Madness," she posited, "can be a Room or a Realm. It is up to you to choose which will give you the greatest benefit. A Room of Madness can seem a cage, the space limiting, claustrophobic, lonely. Yet, it can be quite comforting in a dire situation. It could be perfect for a short visit, for sorting things out, but it will never give you what YOU seek."<br />
I shifted upon the narrow chair and pretended to be interested in the tea I had not even tasted.<br />
"But, should you choose to think bigger, you can search for the Key that opens the gate into the magical, medicinal Realm of Madness. There, the horizons are a distant haze, and the company at table is fabulous!" She clapped her hands in delight. "You may while away the night in drink with the Green Fairy, have a relaxing smoke with the Caterpillar, play chess with the Cheshire, and best of all, have tea with the Mad Hatter Hare clan! Our teas are superb, and just what the Doctor ordered. " Her focus dissolved into reverie. "Such a delightful Bombay Bedlam, a precocious Pekoe Panic, oh, and my very favorite, Oolong Obsession!"<br />
She leaned across the table, whispering, "I only indulge in THAT one occasionally! Wouldn't do to stay too wrapped up, now would it?"<br />
"The Realm is a place to play, be adventurous, but does come with some little troubles that you will need to heed." She cautioned.<br />
She paused to make sure that my attention was firmly back where it belonged.<br />
"It is really easy to get lost there, to never find your way back. You may lose old friends, family, but of course, there are so many creative, interesting people there that you may never miss your old cronies." She twittered a bit at that, supped her tea and signaled for the biscuits to be brought in.<br />
"But, where so ever shall I find such a key?" I took a small cookie, although I would rather have had a sandwich. The journey to here had been arduous, and I had been on this road a very long time.<br />
"Oh, my! Of course! What a silly old hare am I? We have not spoken of that, now have we? The key to the Realm of Madness is never very far away. And with people of YOUR sort, it is usually extremely close. Have you checked your pockets?"<br />
The intentness of my stare at her would have been the envy of every cat that had ever lived with me. "In my pocket? Really? You are serious? Why would I have not noticed a magical key in my pocket?"<br />
"Why, my dear, simply because you weren't looking for it."<br />
She winked at me again just as a small brown bottle appeared on the table. She poured a wee bit of a pale gold liquid into her cup, never offering me any. She took a sip and seemed to lose interest in our conversation.<br />
I cleared my throat, then I cleared it again. I coughed. Finally, I just started to laugh. It was all so ludicrous. Why had I thought I could find my answers here? My laughter deepened. It was all I could do to stay perched upon the tiny chair.<br />
She returned her gaze to me and started speaking again as if she had never stopped.<br />
"It really is your choice, my dear. You are already at the door to the Room. You can turn the knob and go right in. Or...you can put your hand in your pocket and pull out the Key! It truly is all up to you."Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-27281720980470435082016-04-24T06:08:00.000-07:002016-04-24T06:08:01.997-07:00Cracked Open~~Dark Poetry for the Cruelest Month 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Bones are cracked open.</div>
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Gaia shudders with her pain.</div>
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Man's buildings will fall.</div>
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More links to articles and pictures about the damage that fracking causes.</div>
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<a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/speaking-of-science/wp/2016/03/28/new-seismic-hazard-map-includes-fracking-related-quakes-for-the-first-time/">https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/speaking-of-science/wp/2016/03/28/new-seismic-hazard-map-includes-fracking-related-quakes-for-the-first-time/</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2560235/Stunning-photos-impact-fracking-small-rural-Pennsylvania-communities.html">http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2560235/Stunning-photos-impact-fracking-small-rural-Pennsylvania-communities.html</a></div>
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For more Earth Day poetry from the group, head here:</div>
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<a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/on-her-day-gaia-wails-dark-poetry-for-the-cruellest-month-2016-day-10/" target="_blank">http://magalyguerrero.com/on-her-day-gaia-wails-dark-poetry-for-the-cruellest-month-2016-day-10/</a></div>
Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-6833342525356703082016-04-20T11:19:00.002-07:002016-04-20T11:37:37.840-07:00Unequal Privilege~~Dark Poetry for the Cruelest Month 2016<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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He pressed her,<br />
this Pharaoh of a distant past.<br />
Again, she said, "No."<br />
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"My Sweet, my Dove,<br />
alone I have been these centuries gone!<br />
Oh, how I have searched!<br />
This world holds no secrets<br />
I have not seen.<br />
Please, let me touch your<br />
silken skin,<br />
take your scent with deepest breath,<br />
see you with eyes grown weary<br />
in looking,<br />
but not finding.<br />
Let me taste you<br />
to the bottom<br />
of my Soul!"<br />
Yet, she demurred.<br />
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"I am your Pharaoh,<br />
your God<br />
risen from death<br />
to rule this world<br />
gone mad!<br />
I must have you by my side<br />
and in my arms,<br />
for truly,<br />
as the Priests foretold,<br />
true love will restore<br />
this linen-wrapped shell<br />
to physical glory!<br />
You are mine!"<br />
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He began to unwind her,<br />
paying no head to the mouldering<br />
of her wraps,<br />
or the smell of rot.<br />
Her whispered pleas of protest<br />
fell on royal ears that would<br />
not hear.<br />
"Do not deny me,<br />
my little handmaiden,<br />
Our secret love will be revealed<br />
when I place you on the throne<br />
at my side!"<br />
He tore into the decayed strips<br />
of cloth<br />
in mad lust,<br />
for her,<br />
for power,<br />
for life.<br />
As her face revealed,<br />
the turns of time befell her,<br />
only ancient dust filled his hands.<br />
His wails filled the museum rooms.<br />
Knowledge bloomed within his breast.<br />
Rank has its privileges<br />
and, not all secrets should be<br />
kept hidden.<br />
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Todays' bit was done with this prompt: Exploring the love lives of our favorite creatures, monsters.<br />
Other lovely bits on this theme can be found here: <a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/legendary-beings-in-love-dark-poetry-for-the-cruellest-month-2016-day-9/" target="_blank">http://magalyguerrero.com/legendary-beings-in-love-dark-poetry-for-the-cruellest-month-2016-day-9/</a>Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-9350209343480051552016-04-13T09:29:00.002-07:002016-04-13T09:29:27.952-07:00Custody~~Dark Poetry for the Cruelest Month 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She told it again, that story that never got easier, the broken light, the dark front porch, the hands that came from nowhere to pull her into hiding behind the azaleas ripe with blossom.</div>
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She stood in front of a robed man defending her mother right, the right they had forced upon her after that act of desecration and degradation. She had carried that seed of violence in her womb, succeeding in channeling rage and fear into love and protection.</div>
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Then, came the entreaties emanating from the voice that spoke on that darkest night. When she left the pleas unanswered, subtle threats took their place. She began to sleep with the lights on, babe at breast, double locks on the door. Terror began to govern all her moments, souring her milk, causing health to falter.</div>
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When enough had become too much, she packed their things and ran. Always with one eye open, never stopping for long in one place, the jagged pangs of hunger always with them, the red haze of hate surrounding her.</div>
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She was found, of course, she of small resources. Now she stood pleading, defending actions she had known she had to take to keep her precious child away from the evil that would take him away every other weekend and alternating holidays.</div>
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Twice violated.</div>
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Men in robes sitting on Law,</div>
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Blinded by gender.</div>
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The great painting that inspired this haibun is by the very talented Shelle Kennedy. Here is her blog:</div>
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Find out about this days poetry challenge and read more from other contributors here:</div>
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Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-56864810610105137062016-04-07T11:47:00.001-07:002016-04-07T15:53:04.497-07:00Pied Pipers-Poetry from the Cruelest Month 2016They play at idiots<br>
these clever men<br>
thinking to lull<br>
those that are awakened,<br>
sensing that they are safe<br>
wearing the cap of a fool.<br>
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Folks with partial vision<br>
laugh at the antics of these men<br>
and scoff at the idea<br>
that real harm is forming,<br>
even as they are offended<br>
and aghast,<br>
but smugly secure in their hubris<br>
that this cannot happen...<br>
here.<br>
While those that are blind<br>
by choice<br>
hear through hate filled ears,<br>
slurping down the lies and vitriol<br>
like morning coffee.<br>
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These speeches made<br>
from podiums and pulpits<br>
enthrall those that do not want to see<br>
or believe<br>
that these Pied Pipers<br>
will take us to a place<br>
where a generation will be lost.<br>
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It is now not enough<br>
to see with fully open eyes.<br>
We now must see<br>
with fully open hearts.<br>
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These was from the prompt "Idiots herding the blind" from William Shakespeare's "Julius Caesar"<br>
For more goodies, go here: http://magalyguerrero.com/idiots-herding-the-blind-dark-poetry-for-the-cruellest-mont-2016-day-3/Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-51665408498004575832016-04-04T13:32:00.002-07:002016-04-04T13:32:59.553-07:00Birthday Battle~Dark Poetry for the Cruelest month 2016She was kissing a frog<br />
with a mangoed breath,<br />
So, she barely escaped<br />
the embrace of Death.<br />
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He loved her so,<br />
this hooded creep,<br />
he took great pains<br />
her Soul to reap.<br />
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In his lust, he forgot<br />
the Marine in her veins,<br />
and the hearty witchy cackle<br />
that would be his bane.<br />
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With heroic parkoured moves<br />
she flew threw the town<br />
before she coughed and turned<br />
to put Death down.<br />
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Hammer in her hand,<br />
Courage in her gut,<br />
She faced Death's stare<br />
then promptly kicked his butt.<br />
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So Immortals take heed<br />
before you try to take this girl down.<br />
She won't go easy<br />
or with a saddened frown.<br />
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She will cackle and she'll dance,<br />
Your dignity she'll take.<br />
And when she is done<br />
she'll sit down to tea and cake!<br />
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Happy birthday, Magaly!<br />
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This weeks prompt was to write a birthday dirge for Magaly. You can find more here:<br />
http://magalyguerrero.com/write-me-a-birthday-dirge-dark-poetry-for-the-cruellest-month-2016-day-2/<br />
<br />Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-25951266715436294822016-04-04T11:35:00.002-07:002016-04-04T11:35:59.510-07:00Harvest~~Dark Poetry for the Cruelest Month 2016Oh, keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,<br />
Instead, bring me the Raven<br />
wrought with thought<br />
and far-seeing of memory.<br />
I am Keeper of mine own<br />
Dark Secrets<br />
which I will churn<br />
into deep, moist mulch,<br />
plant with hidden hopes,<br />
feed with broken promises,<br />
water with salty tears<br />
to grow scars<br />
of strength and truth.<br />
My scythe, I will sharpen.<br />
I await<br />
the Harvest.<br />
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Todays prompt was to take one line from the T.S. Eliot poem "The Waste Land". The first line of my piece is the line I chose.<br />
Check out Magaly's blog for your prompts for April's Dark Poetry for the Cruelest Month here:<br />
http://magalyguerrero.com/dark-poetry-for-the-cruellest-month-2016/Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-43071459334831585592015-10-17T07:23:00.003-07:002015-10-17T07:23:45.043-07:00Just Not Today for Witches in Fiction 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Degree Orbs"</div>
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Jim McKenzie</div>
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Just Not Today</div>
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The need was there.</div>
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I knew you could feel it</div>
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beyond the Veil.</div>
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The leaving had been abrupt,</div>
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unexpected, life shattering.</div>
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The one left behind...lost,</div>
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on the verge of following.</div>
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Unreachable in her grief,</div>
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even for you.</div>
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So, you reached,</div>
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I was there.</div>
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"It's not her time,"</div>
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you whispered.</div>
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"Tell her,"</div>
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you demanded </div>
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from your place</div>
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in Eternity's dimension.</div>
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Weeks, she had no will.</div>
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Sat when we sat her.</div>
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Stared at the food</div>
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placed before her,</div>
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put to bed like a child.</div>
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Softly, I kept repeating your message to her.</div>
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She would not hear.</div>
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On a moonlit night,</div>
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I invoked your name.</div>
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This, she heard.</div>
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Slowly she rejoined us.</div>
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Yet, we could always see</div>
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the empty spot </div>
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in her heart</div>
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that once</div>
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was you.</div>
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On a morning full of Spring sunshine</div>
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she spoke of a dream.</div>
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An Orb of brightest, whitest light</div>
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had awakened her.</div>
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It had hung in the air</div>
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above the jumbled covers</div>
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of loneliness.</div>
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With lively eyes,</div>
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she described the feelings</div>
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of calm,</div>
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of love</div>
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that held her in an embrace</div>
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that felt so familiar.</div>
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With all her heart,</div>
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she knew that it had been you.</div>
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She began to truly live again,</div>
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to put back on the mantle</div>
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of mother, grandmother, great-grandmother.</div>
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The tasks were many</div>
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for this matriarch of a growing family.</div>
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Days, years passed,</div>
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we all became older, wiser.</div>
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Sometimes her gaze would be far away,</div>
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a sad, gentle smile would tug at her lips.</div>
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I would know then that you were still with her.</div>
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And, I knew that you could not stay forever,</div>
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that one day I would have to send you home...</div>
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just not today.</div>
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This was for Magaly Guerrero's Witches in Fiction 2015.</div>
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The beautiful art work can be found here:<a href="http://www.jimmckenzie.net/">http://www.jimmckenzie.net</a></div>
Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-17749208517032876882015-07-11T18:58:00.002-07:002015-07-11T18:58:30.839-07:00OliverYou think no one knows you, <br />
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But, I looked beneath.<br />
Your slick exterior<br />
covers the Soul<br />
of a very tarnished Knight.<br />
You are a bad man<br />
for all the right reasons.<br />
You take the actions<br />
insuring the results<br />
no one wants to admit<br />
we need,<br />
swallowing the sin<br />
to save the rest of us<br />
from the<br />
Heart Burn.<br />
You don't want to care...<br />
but you do.<br />
You won't let us in.<br />
But, I see you.<br />
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This was an homage to the 3 novels written by Ben R Marsten. They are witty fun! The covers were illustrated by the multi-talented Rhissanna Collins.<br />
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She was Dauntless</div>
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sailing the seas of life</div>
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Heart first.</div>
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The integrity of her core</div>
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strong from tests</div>
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of rough seas</div>
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and hidden ice.</div>
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Sails filled with the winds</div>
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that blew her way,</div>
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tacking and jibing</div>
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a course to her destination,</div>
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she stayed true to her path.</div>
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Filling the decks</div>
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with her Celtic song,</div>
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breathing in the salt scent</div>
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of her passage,</div>
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she made her way </div>
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to ports known</div>
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and not.</div>
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The anchor used</div>
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but sparingly.</div>
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Her Soul knowing</div>
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that for her,</div>
<span style="text-align: center;"> the journey</span><br />
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was the purpose.</div>
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This poem was written to be a companion to the custom jar for a customer. Her word for the year is "Dauntless". I felt from the beginning that it sounded like the name of a fine ship. This is the result.</div>
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Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-75660266273891224472015-05-17T06:02:00.000-07:002015-05-17T06:02:27.763-07:00"Play Nice"<div>
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"Play nice," they said,</div>
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a redundancy to the Old Soul</div>
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that inhabited the girl child body.</div>
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An unnecessary admonition</div>
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to a heart that sopped up pain</div>
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like a kitchen sponge.</div>
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"Be sweet," they said,</div>
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as her eyes saw the deep sorrow</div>
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which lived beneath the rib cages</div>
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of this species.</div>
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"Be gentle," they said,</div>
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even as her touch</div>
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calmed and healed,</div>
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her words sighing a melody</div>
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of redemption and hope.</div>
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"Set boundaries," no one ever said.</div>
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So when the times came</div>
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when she was filled too full</div>
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to process,</div>
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she became Solitary</div>
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to weep away the Poison,</div>
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and worry over the conflict</div>
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between her Spirit</div>
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and the frail shell that housed it.</div>
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Wondering why if the Gift was given,</div>
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did it take this toll?</div>
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Wishing she had been placed</div>
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where the people leaked Joy.</div>
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Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-55494262400213194402015-05-01T17:08:00.000-07:002015-05-01T17:08:06.927-07:00Mad Hat Blog Party "Hat"Here is my contribution for the Mad Hat blog party over at:<a href="http://puddleduckgrange.blogspot.com/">http://puddleduckgrange.blogspot.com</a><br />
This will be listed in my Etsy shop this weekend:<a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/TouchoftheGoddess?ref=hdr_shop_menu">https://www.etsy.com/shop/TouchoftheGoddess?ref=hdr_shop_menu</a><br />
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http://puddleduckgrange.blogspot.comSharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-68902195775432576262015-05-01T10:36:00.000-07:002015-05-01T10:36:20.135-07:00For Love of the Fairies<div style="text-align: center;">
For Love of the Fairies</div>
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A frequent runaway,</div>
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the boy child fair,</div>
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with eyes of blue,</div>
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grin so wide.</div>
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He wasn't mine,</div>
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but popped in</div>
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now and again.</div>
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Pity I took</div>
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on the poor boy</div>
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so pretty,</div>
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watching as he</div>
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scarfed down </div>
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the edge of my door.</div>
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I fed him a meal,</div>
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threw a blanket his way.</div>
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He would stay for a day,</div>
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sometimes two,</div>
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go away.</div>
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We continued the dance</div>
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for many a month</div>
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before I saw the truth.</div>
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The lies, the thefts,</div>
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the sly, charming smile</div>
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covering meagerness of spirit </div>
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I had taken for guile.</div>
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If I scolded,</div>
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a tear would appear.</div>
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Apologies professed,</div>
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my forgiveness assured</div>
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by a sniffling testament that here,</div>
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he felt so secure.</div>
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It went for a year,</div>
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this give and this take,</div>
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more often the damage,</div>
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more reluctant my stake.</div>
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One fine morning in May,</div>
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arriving home very early</div>
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from spending the night</div>
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on a date with the Moon,</div>
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I paused at my at my gate,</div>
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unsure with unease,</div>
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when from inside the cottage</div>
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came a sound of such pain!</div>
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I paused at the window,</div>
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took a peek through the glass.</div>
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With horror I looked</div>
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at the scene taking place.</div>
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There on the floor</div>
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sat blond boy so comely</div>
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pulling wings off of fairies</div>
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and spouting with glee!</div>
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My tea partner gasped</div>
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as I paused in my tale,</div>
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"What a ghastly little creature</div>
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to use your heart so!</div>
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A monster most vile,</div>
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a bad boy, no good!"</div>
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Pouring milk in my cup</div>
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and adding a lump,</div>
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I smiled my sweet smile,</div>
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looked back at my friend.</div>
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"Oh, but my Dear,</div>
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you are certainly wrong.</div>
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He was, indeed, very good,</div>
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so tender, so savory,</div>
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and so too,</div>
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the gravy."</div>
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Little words with wings<br />
used to fly from my pen,<br />
perching, oh so nicely, upon the paper.<br />
Their congregation spelling out poems<br />
of nature, of magic.<br />
I nurtured them.<br />
They grew into bigger words<br />
that spoke of love,<br />
of time well spent,<br />
joy in the process.<br />
I fed them pages of synonyms,<br />
watered with rhyme and meter.<br />
I sent them into the world<br />
where some were cherished,<br />
while others returned beaks<br />
filled with worms of pink.<br />
They were my chicks, my hatchlings.<br />
I loved them all,<br />
until a single-minded tom appeared,<br />
purring with affection,<br />
kitty-kissing his way<br />
into my heart, my life.<br />
His love grew more insistent,<br />
his needs into demands.<br />
The feeding of the chick-lets<br />
fell to hastily stolen time.<br />
His purpose soon consumed me,<br />
his notions were set in stone.<br />
My words began to falter,<br />
to starve from my neglect.<br />
I hid them from his jealousy,<br />
fearing his disdain.<br />
It became more difficult to see them,<br />
their wings no longer flew.<br />
In despair and desperation,<br />
I put away the pen,<br />
used the paper for list making.<br />
I locked my words into a cage,<br />
vowed away the key.<br />
Sometimes, in the dark of dreams,<br />
I heard their weakened chirps.<br />
But, I told my gods I would not look<br />
if I were granted peace.<br />
Illusion lived for many years<br />
masking broken heartedness.<br />
With age, came the wisdom<br />
that I had practiced folly.<br />
I tried to undo my foolish oath.<br />
I chanted and I magicked.<br />
I hung with wordy folks,<br />
afraid that they would see<br />
that it was truly I<br />
that had caged my lovely flock.<br />
I sharpened many quills,<br />
lay out reams of paper,<br />
blew dust from Webster and Thesaurus.<br />
Still no winged words appeared.<br />
By happenstance, I met a friend,<br />
a wild-haired Shaman woman.<br />
She healed with words,<br />
she pushed with wit.<br />
Her stories fed my Soul.<br />
She issued me a challenge<br />
to write for 30 days,<br />
no shame, no guilt, no pressure,<br />
just my words, my light, my pain.<br />
How frightening, how enlightening?<br />
I was offered freedom with her grin.<br />
I found the key to unlock the words,<br />
their cage is thrown away.<br />
I have let them wing around,<br />
silly, sad, prosed, and rhymed,<br />
fed with support and words of encouragement.<br />
I see them perch upon the page once more,<br />
my heart begs me to promise<br />
to keep them strong, to feed them right,<br />
to let them soar once more<br />
for all the world to see...<br />
or not.<br />
It doesn't matter<br />
as long as they are written.<br />
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This last piece written on the last day is dedicated to Magaly, to my wonderful Word Sisters that have shared their pieces with me and the world, and to the readers who came by and took a look.<br />
To see more of our last day:<a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/poetry-gone-wild/">http://magalyguerrero.com/poetry-gone-wild/</a>Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-10231730754606455892015-04-29T07:02:00.001-07:002015-04-29T07:02:09.814-07:00Day 29-Scraping Off the Rust-NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Scraping Off the Rust</div>
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Scraping off the rust</div>
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one word at a time.</div>
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Flexing writer muscle</div>
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with each silly rhyme.</div>
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Pouring out my heart</div>
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to kindred readers,</div>
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prompted all the way</div>
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by our fearless leader.</div>
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Going to take the time</div>
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each and every day</div>
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to explore my Soul</div>
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in a writerly way!</div>
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Thank you, Magaly!</div>
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Thank you, Sisters of the Word!</div>
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Thank you, lovely Readers!</div>
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Today's prompt was to write 3 stanzas what I wish to accomplish with the poems I wrote this month or poetry written in general.</div>
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More stanzas with this prompt:<a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/this-poem-has-a-mission/">http://magalyguerrero.com/this-poem-has-a-mission/</a></div>
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What started it:<a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/">http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/</a></div>
Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-14927777962711729822015-04-28T06:39:00.000-07:002015-04-28T06:39:28.227-07:00Day 28-Red Shirt and Khakis Forever-NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015Today's prompt was to find a a favorite Terry Pratchett quote and turn it into a poem. I don't know if this is my favorite, but it stuck with me all day yesterday.<br />
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"Only in our dreams are we free.The rest of the time we need wages."~~Terry Pratchett<br />
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Red Shirt and Khakis Forever<br />
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The name tag on her red shirt<br />
spelled Suzie,<br />
but that was going to be changed<br />
one day.<br />
Cute and perky, she thought of herself<br />
as a modern-day<br />
Sandra Dee or Debbie Reynolds.<br />
Her mother was an old movie buff.<br />
Suzie had grown up on "Tammy",<br />
"Gidget", "Singing in the Rain".<br />
Everybody said she "had it"<br />
that special something<br />
that made her stand out<br />
from the other high-schoolers<br />
on the stage.<br />
Her voice was really good.<br />
People said she made them cry<br />
in "Flowers for Algernon".<br />
Money for the University<br />
was not something she had.<br />
Her grades were good.<br />
The counselor said there were funds<br />
for scholarships and grants.<br />
But, her folks said that was charity.<br />
They didn't take charity.<br />
That was alright, though.<br />
She had a job at the local Target.<br />
She was saving money<br />
to take some classes<br />
at the junior college<br />
in the next town over.<br />
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For more poetry with Terry Pratchett quotes, go here:<a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/in-the-beginning-there-was-nothing-which-exploded/">http://magalyguerrero.com/in-the-beginning-there-was-nothing-which-exploded/</a><br />
To see where we started:<a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/">http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/</a>Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-49074563076981209462015-04-27T07:56:00.000-07:002015-04-27T07:56:41.171-07:00Day 27-The Real You-NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero<div style="text-align: center;">
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The Real You</div>
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Who are you</div>
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in your inner beauty?</div>
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In your mind's mirror,</div>
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who looks back at you?</div>
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Do you wear thigh high boots</div>
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and brandish your sword,</div>
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the plume of you hat</div>
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tickled by a salty breeze?</div>
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Are those wings that sprout</div>
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iridescent from your back,</div>
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light of the moon all shimmery?</div>
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Do you prance in the forest,</div>
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horn a-shining,</div>
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looking for virginal friends?</div>
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Or, do your horns sit atop</div>
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a curly mop of hair,</div>
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hooves dancing to the lilt of a flute?</div>
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Something dark, you prefer,</div>
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wonderous pallor and unholy thirst?</div>
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Hat pointed high, as your broom</div>
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you ride through the night,</div>
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speaking spells, healing earth?</div>
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It's a day for you.</div>
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Come and play.</div>
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Let your real self out.</div>
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Signed to law,</div>
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the day is yours.</div>
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National Be Who You Truly Are!</div>
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Pirate Hat:<a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/167743586/the-lionair-brown-and-red-steampunk?ref=shop_home_active_17">https://www.etsy.com/listing/167743586/the-lionair-brown-and-red-steampunk?ref=shop_home_active_17</a><br />
Pan Horns:<a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/170401901/made-to-order-horns-fantasy-larp-sciaman?ref=shop_home_active_7">https://www.etsy.com/listing/170401901/made-to-order-horns-fantasy-larp-sciaman?ref=shop_home_active_7</a><br />
Vampire wear:<a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/184649460/death-becomestheultimate-gothic?ref=sc_3&plkey=28afc86fbe61ec3d63dd60fdab8511f34a58a786%3A184649460&ga_search_query=vampire+costumes&ga_search_type=all&ga_view_type=gallery">https://www.etsy.com/listing/184649460/death-becomestheultimate-gothic?ref=sc_3&plkey=28afc86fbe61ec3d63dd60fdab8511f34a58a786%3A184649460&ga_search_query=vampire+costumes&ga_search_type=all&ga_view_type=gallery</a><br />
Witchy Wear:<a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/230334596/couture-witch-hat-godrics-girl?ref=shop_home_active_13">https://www.etsy.com/listing/230334596/couture-witch-hat-godrics-girl?</a><br />
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Fairy Wings:<a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/CourtoftheFey?page=1">https://www.etsy.com/shop/CourtoftheFey?page=1</a><br />
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More prompts:<a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/making-cheer-up/">http://magalyguerrero.com/making-cheer-up/</a><br />
Blog Party site:<a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/">http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/</a>Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-6024074332951953542015-04-26T09:03:00.000-07:002015-04-26T09:03:49.442-07:00Day 26-Everything Changed-NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015<div style="text-align: center;">
Everything Changed</div>
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I have screamed at you</div>
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and the circumstances</div>
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that brought you into my life.</div>
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Nothing changed.</div>
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I have wept</div>
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at the inconvenient times</div>
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you visit,</div>
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the inconsistent length</div>
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of your stay.</div>
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Nothing changed.</div>
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I have tried to ignore you.</div>
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You ended up being meaner,</div>
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stubbornly resisting efforts</div>
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to get you to leave.</div>
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Nothing happened.</div>
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I have decided to accept you.</div>
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My life will never be the same</div>
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as before you came.</div>
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I am finding ways </div>
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to accomplish what I need to do</div>
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whether you are here or not.</div>
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I may scream again.</div>
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I will weep again.</div>
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But, for now, just by accepting you,</div>
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everything changed.</div>
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Todays prompt was to metaphorically sit in front of the thing (or person) that ails you and let your poem tell what is exactly on your mind.<br />
More on this topic:<a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/speak-to-your-affliction/">http://magalyguerrero.com/speak-to-your-affliction/</a><br />
Where it all started:<a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/">http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/</a>Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-65039108153182889632015-04-25T09:13:00.001-07:002015-04-25T09:13:27.844-07:00Day 25-The Plan-NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stevie Nicks Self Portraits</td></tr>
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The Plan<br />
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Got a text from a friend,<br />
a timely heads up.<br />
As I read through the words,<br />
I let fall my cup.<br />
"You better get ready.<br />
She's headed your way.<br />
Says that she's missed you,<br />
going to be a long stay."<br />
Breath left my lungs.<br />
My heart jumped to my throat.<br />
"Please, not another visit<br />
from this crazy old goat!"<br />
The last time she came,<br />
I lost my job and my cat!<br />
She brought misery and trouble<br />
with the drop of her hat.<br />
I took some deep breaths,<br />
then remembered my plan.<br />
Time to put it in place.<br />
To the closet, I ran.<br />
Pulled out all the candles,<br />
set them out to be lit.<br />
The music was ready.<br />
Pillows plumped where we'll sit.<br />
Checked the fridge for the limes<br />
and plenty of ice,<br />
crystal glasses and tonic,<br />
plus vodka, real nice.<br />
A knock at the door.<br />
I opened it wide.<br />
Ms. Ludmilla K. Mayhem<br />
pranced on inside.<br />
Dressed head to toe<br />
in bohemian chic,<br />
she twirled through the room,<br />
gave my nose a quick tweak.<br />
"Dear girl, how have you been?<br />
It seems such a while."<br />
I went to fetch her a drink,<br />
put the police on speed dial.<br />
I kept her refreshed,<br />
glass after glass.<br />
Her favorite music was playing.<br />
Fleetwood Mac, what a gas!<br />
She was singing along<br />
when I sprang my great trap.<br />
"Stevie Nicks is in town.<br />
Here's a ticket, a map.<br />
I've scheduled your massage,<br />
a great mani and pedi.<br />
Grab your purse and your things.<br />
Your vacation's all ready!"<br />
The cab beeped in the street.<br />
I gathered her bag,<br />
saw her out through the door.<br />
Said goodbye to the hag.<br />
For the cost of a concert<br />
and a pampered spa stay,<br />
I had averted disaster,<br />
sent Ms. Mayhem away!<br />
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<strong style="border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;">Write a poem that lets us glimpse into how you ready yourself before facing known troubles, and what you do to cope once mayhem has done its thing.</strong><br />
The song that saved the day:<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xn4ozPvSkhw">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xn4ozPvSkhw</a><br />
For more mayhem management:<a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/anticipating-mayhem/">http://magalyguerrero.com/anticipating-mayhem/</a><br />
To join us:<a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/anticipating-mayhem/">http://magalyguerrero.com/anticipating-mayhem/</a>Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-26162134848511676342015-04-24T07:16:00.001-07:002015-04-24T07:17:58.331-07:00Day 24-Final Illusion-NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"She Was Her Own Illusion"<br />
by<br />
Katherine Jeanne Wood<br />
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Final Illusion</div>
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She wore faces</div>
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like other people wore hats.</div>
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There was one for every occasion,</div>
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for every person in her life.</div>
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Weaving her big illusion</div>
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began at the tender age of twelve.</div>
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Many houses had been called home,</div>
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child made friends left,</div>
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familial roots torn up.</div>
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When the biggest move came,</div>
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she decided to re-invent herself.</div>
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No one knew her</div>
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in this cold new place.</div>
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She could become anyone.</div>
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It was hard work, at first,</div>
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abandoning the girl she was.</div>
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But, each change became more fluid.</div>
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Realizing that life slid by with less conflict,</div>
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she became what each person expected.</div>
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Her faces rode in an invisible purse</div>
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she kept close by her side.</div>
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One never knew who one would run into.</div>
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Her illusion was woven with intelligence</div>
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and forethought to survival.</div>
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It became magic unto itself.</div>
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It manifested with such ease and comfort</div>
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that she began to lose herself.</div>
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Even the mirror was no longer enough</div>
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to call her back.</div>
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<br />
Today's prompt was to base a poem on a favorite artist's work.<br />
Brilliant artwork link:<a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/70369023/digital-print-wall-art-prints-girl-woman?ref=shop_home_active_15">https://www.etsy.com/listing/70369023/digital-print-wall-art-prints-girl-woman?ref=shop_home_active_15</a><br />
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More art related poetry:<a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/art-speaks-to-art/">http://magalyguerrero.com/art-speaks-to-art/</a></div>
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Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318870914305569637.post-89813619393677285902015-04-23T13:10:00.000-07:002015-04-23T13:10:01.494-07:00Day 23-Another Bites the Dust-NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015Another Bites the Dust<br />
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Turn, toss,<br />
toss and turn.<br />
Pillow sided<br />
pressure building.<br />
Air restricted.<br />
Roll on over.<br />
No! No!<br />
Can't do that!<br />
Neck cricked,<br />
shoulder paining.<br />
Flip again,<br />
cat flies off.<br />
Pull up knees<br />
to save the back.<br />
Flashing hot,<br />
throw off covers.<br />
Back still achy.<br />
Bottle opened.<br />
Bathroom break.<br />
Vick's smeared.<br />
Pillows tucked.<br />
Chiming Grandfather,<br />
Cuckoo late.<br />
Counting quarters.<br />
Looking east.<br />
Steps descending.<br />
Sighed surrender.<br />
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Todays prompt was about pain and sleep, or lack thereof.<br />
More sleepless nights here:<a href="http://magalyguerrero.com/pain-and-sleep/">http://magalyguerrero.com/pain-and-sleep/</a><br />
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