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The Tale of the Snaggleflump – Chapter 4: The Silent Stream
Continuing The tale of the Snaggleflump: A magic-laden stream reveals visions of the Heart of the Forest, guiding Clara and the Snaggleflump toward the Labyrinth of Roots to restore the forest’s balance.
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Nobility
In Nobility, Cary conveys the importance of character over material wealth or social status. She champions kindness, honesty, and a life lived with integrity as the true measures of nobility. This poem resonates with her belief that real honor and “kingliness” lie in everyday acts of goodness and truthfulness, embodying the essence of her quote about kindness and truth. True worth is in being, not seeming,— In doing, each day that goes bySome little good—not in the dreaming Of great things to do by and by.For whatever men say in their blindness, And in spite of the fancies of youth,There’s nothing so kingly as kindness, And nothing so royal as…
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Whispers in Velvet
A yearning love transcends shadows, time, and separation, weaving passion, loss, and eternal connection in whispered twilight.
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The Canoe
This poem (also called “Said the Canoe”) is about the journey of life as it’s celebrated through nature’s challenges, conveying both strength and harmony with the natural world. My masters twain made me a bed Of pine-boughs resinous, and cedar; Of moss, a soft and gentle breeder Of dreams of rest ; and me they spread With furry skins, and laughing said, “Now she shall lay her polish’d sides, As queens do rest, or dainty brides,Our slender lady of the tides !” My masters twain their camp-soul lit, Streamed incense from the hissing cones, Large, crimson flashes grew and whirl’d Thin, golden nerves of sly light curl’d Round the dun…
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La Belle Annabel
I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils; And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.She was a child and I was a child,In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee;With a love that the winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and me. And this is why I sojourn here,Alone and palely loitering,Though the sedge is withered from the lake,And no birds sing. Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn…
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October
It’s mid October. Days and nights grow steadily cooler. The early morn sees more and more leaves laying sleepily on the ground, with low-lying fog in yonder fields, like a blanket of warmth. It’s somehow sad to see, and yet, I know it’s part of the cycle of rebirth every year. I love this time of year. Magical, mystical and ethereal. Looking for inspiration, I came across a lesser known author/poet whose story is quite interesting. And yes, inspiring. Elizabeth Orpha Hoyt. She was an American philosopher, author and poet who grew up in Athens, Ohio and who had such a thirst for knowledge. She was thought of as a…
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The Drifter
Revenge doesn’t pay. Not even in the wild west. My intention was to write a sliver of life from the wild west, focusing on setting the mood and attitudes through descriptors and limited speech, and reflecting that period of time. This is a minimalistic approach to poetic story-telling. Similar to the method in which I wrote Revelations and Still, The Waters Call. 1: The Stage The day stretched as long as a hangman’s noose stifling in its sincerity as a spring dayLazy day shadows crept ever deeper A slow, melodic picking of a guitar set the toneWeather-worn fingers strum across a gut string tunerLeathered face under the wide brim…
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Leprechaun
I awake in my small bed one misty mornOn the old Callahan homesteadAnd who did I find but a LeprechaunPerched upon my threadbare bedspread. Did it startle me? Oh yes!My heart leapt into my throatHow did I get into this mess, I thoughtWasn’t this a stroke! My weary bones froze in placeLike a lamb before the slaughterTerror written all over my faceWhere was that holy water? “Who are you?” I cautiously whisperAnd it smiles and bares its teeth“I’m the tooth fairy” it says, then snickers“To see what’s underneath.” It pulls down the cover, claw by jagged clawPurring all the while — it was mad!My terror escalates as it shouts, “Hurrah!”Can…
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Love Letter – C
It has been months since we last drew breath togetherMy body and mind ache for you, my loveI fear my own sanityMy maid servants fear me… and well they should !From sun’s birth to its death, I crave youIf only it would do my bidding and bring you to meFor am I not a goddess who commands all ?And you a god? I smell you in my mindMy obsession is completeYour very thought a torture upon my soulWhy do you do this to your goddess? I know notThe thought of your touch brings me to the precipice of ecstasyA whirling painful ecstasyI want you flowing inside me, over me, beside…
