After Glow

Morning

The magic rises
as a moon shifts
this world affords
such gifts…

the negative wove into my life…
like a knife it carved it hollow…
and my answer back
is to refill my soul with marvel.

The positivity of 2019 is tasty. I promise friends and loved ones to lick my lips long after i make this vow to pursue only what strengthens my resolve to live.

The Seven Bridge Writing Group begins January 8. The inevitable question of why and how and current goals will most likely be asked upon arrival. So i will prepare an answer for the facilitators and my fellow sojourners. In addition, in preparation for the writing group, I am reading Pat Schneider’s “Writing alone and with others”. Seven Bridges is affiliated with the Amherst Writing Group and more information for a local group, in your area, can be found HERE!

I am also busily felting creations… here is my newest 5×6 whimsical floral

After Glow

The Ark Of Sanity

A reason to read (and reread) WP. If i needed a reason. Hell no, no need for reason when reading Ray. Just read.

The Ark Of Sanity

http://raynotbradbury.com/2018/11/09/the-ark-of-sanity/
β€” Read on raynotbradbury.com/2018/11/09/the-ark-of-sanity/

Vidur has a new poem!!

Here is another Vidur drop-dead gorgeous poem that is ethereal to my mind… he takes you on a journey of flight. And as painful his words to read, they are equally beautiful ✍🏼❀️ Love as a token, worn raw and bled on paper. I like, no love, this poem very, very much!! It is a pleasure to share it with you… if you are unfamiliar with Vidur Sahdev, you are missing a gem in the poem quarry.

When the heart aches

I open my palm,
to let you go,

your name,
you didn’t find,

in the
lines engraved,

you believe
in the written,

i believe
in the felt,” … go check out the rest of the poem. Soon!

Vidur’s poems are philosophical. Written in few words to share universal truths. They calm your heart and mind as a fresh ocean breeze. A few poems are known to shake you free! πŸ•ŠπŸŽΆ

A book is published…

Not me. Probably will never be me… watch as i slip behind the curtain.

But seriously, what is better than a dark, psychological thriller for 99 cents? Feeling good about supporting an author. So go purchase here and you can read more about Jennie Ensor here.

Why are you still here? GO Splurge 99 cents on yourself and support a fellow blogging author… then get to work and write your book. Maybe? πŸ‘‹πŸ»πŸ•ŠπŸ§‘

Saudade (reblog)

Saudade

Saudade is a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. It is an infinite emptiness of someone or something you yearn to have which may or may not exist. It brings sad and happy feelings altogether, sadness for missing and happiness for having experienced the feeling.

β€” Read the rest on theenchantressweb.wordpress.com/2018/08/03/saudade/

5-7-5 (take three-hundred-and-forty-three : river) Reblog…

I have enjoyed reading his writings… the growth exponential as of late. This short poem is beautiful. I have thought to reblog other poems… here is the first.

β€” Read on theblightersrock.wordpress.com/2018/07/30/5-7-5-take-three-hundred-and-forty-three-river/

i am not neglecting you. personal musings unleashed.

Sorry i have not had time to peruse your blogs. I am usually quite attentive. Of late i am swirling in personal obligations. Life is happening… again. I am fully alive and grateful to have passed through ten years of darkened days, oft taken for night. Days of sleep are now past. I am busy setting up a home in Massachusetts. Last week was spent in Cape Cod while our red oak floors were refinished. The floors are beautiful again. I am feeling beautiful too! 😍😘😊

Never have i felt so at peace. Not since Christmas 1990, when finally in 1995, i was awakened to grace and forgiveness… my rollercoaster emotions in 2008 took me drowning in feels of self-defeat. Grief. Guilt. Despair. A season of MDD with psychosis set in. Luckily minds change. So mine is too! For the better. A healing is happening in this house move.

I will get to your blogs. In time. I have not forgotten you. You matter. I will be by soon enough…

some of my time spent in art galleries…

Book Review: And Other Things

Hey! Bought your book… perhaps i should do a book review? My first impression, because poetry books are more than words to me… because i desire a vision… and while i witness your book, i first notice the layout of the page. Anyhow….

And i was given permission. Because i asked. Hell, i could just do it. It is my healing and i read other’s poetry to heal. Right? But no worries, i am not here to rip any one or any poem apart. Who is qualified to critique a writer? No one. These are our souls being spilled and they belong to us… shared because no one likes to be alone forever. Well, at least i don’t want to be alone and i am happy Layne Ambrose choose to share these gems in a book. I was happy to buy it knowing I was partaking in a feast of words and images that just might spark something inside me.

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Sunday was spent on Crane Beach, Ipswich MA, enjoying some light poetry. Well, these poems were light to me because its pretty tame compared to how i often feel, but rarely let loose. See, i think i know a bit about what is happening behind the scenes in his poems. But not really. I still like to think so.

Here is a clue to my thoughts and one of my favorite poem endings, which happens to be the last poem in the book. Yes, i always read the last poem first!

When I Get Away

see, maybe its easier to digest news on the beach… i figure most of what i read is lies…

Nothing comes in too clear, from far away… all appears to lie down with the lion.

The book is chock full. It will be a book i often drift back to. I am in the process of wondering how the poems fit in order on my time line. My order of awakening.

So i wrote….

i threw out
all the words, carousing
i forgot the letter
sent on a whim -toil of a bird
fighting the wind
perched higher still

seagull laughs
heads off
the sail of a boat -off shore
there is no going back for me

any more.

There are many more poems i loved. This is truly a treasure to help me find my feelings. The book also works as a reminder as to how far i have sailed off the shore, building my wings as i soar.