when a word triggers a flood…

when a word triggers a flood…

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time is the filthy filch of legend
of course legends we are told
whispered to
written of
a coalescence of threads of memories
forming an ethereal tapestry
weaving vignettes into our minds
stamping indelibly
like a passer by
leaving a package on your doorstep
unable to ignore pandora
but to open horror or glory
or just a lesson learned on a recipe card
one never knows what grows in imagination’s garden
monsters that were, that never were
that will be only now
or a mighty hero to rise
and conquer that hill
a demon vanquished
or transform into a bird
and fly like magic
up into the stars
framed for all eyes
to touch down on humanity’s gaze
through the ages
once and many more

notes… I must admit, I get an email daily “word of the day” from Webster’s dictionary, I have a fabulous volume of words at my disposal, but I am a word nerd at heart, a word has to sing to me, it has to sound right, and tonight… the word was “filch” and it spawned this… which is cool because the muse loves to poke me with a stick and share my gift, words are my play things and I do love manipulating them, so much more these days, words are my playground so I play, sometimes it results in serious thought, sometimes in back and forth, but always, always banter, this much is such.

a saturday night prayer (of sorts)…

a saturday night prayer (of sorts)…

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“a prayer for belief
so I might find
the strength I already possess
may you guide me
to that inner sanctum
that mountain pass
to my own tibet
to find that temple
already built
from your hands,
so I might feel refuge
in that reservoir
and walk out on to the other side
cleansed, and reborn
enlightened
and in my palms carrying
purpose,
let that spark rise
into burning fire
with endless light,
as I lay me down to sleep
let this belief
guide my dreams
in to this, closing night
so all these days, will open to me”

notes… I am considering adding my ‘prayer’ poems to my collections page, (I have updated it this week) I suppose I will, especially since I just floated the idea, and I love organizing things as if I have power over them, well, I do, at least in my little corner,

musicCellar Darling – Water (acoustic with amazing vocals, Anna Murphy rules… all)