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What is it I am searching for?
What is it that I want?
Love
Freedom
Adventure
Choice
Options
Acceptance
Peace
Friendship
Romance
To be enough.
Lost?
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Promises and Poetry
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’m a wee bit sickly,
How about you?
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Yep, that’s right, the dreaded sniffles have returned and Whiney-Tara once again reigns supreme! I’m sleepy, and stuffy, and sinus-y, and yuck! GRRRRRR.
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Anyway, it’s currently day three of Sniffles-Watch December 2015 and while I’m incredibly thankful that my throat no longer feels like the burning depths of flaming Tartarus, I now have nearly no air passing through my Rudolf-esque nostrils — resulting in the fact that I now sound like a semi-adorable cockney version of my southern self lol. Yeah, go-figure that one. I was literally sitting here watching the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie, quoting along with it as per usual, when I suddenly heard myself saying: “Stap bla-wing hoe-wels in moi sip!!!” It was entertaining and frightening all at once.
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But sudden onset-accents aside, I’ll muster up the strength and determination (mostly the determination) to type up new posts for you soon (aka tomorrow). But right now I’m still Whiney-Tara, and Whiney-Tara just wants to rewatch old episodes of Full House and keep sipping nice, cold sweet-tea like the nectar of the Gods that it is. ‘Til tomorrow my lovelies 😀
Shadowed Love
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Shadowed Love
Amethyst and silver
Glitter around your beautiful neck
– Forbidden and wild –
Soaking in the heat of your heart.
That heart which belongs to me,
Though I can never hold it
For all to see.
I’m left in the shadows
At your side
Watching, as you press my gift
– My heart –
Closer to yours.
*Originally posted as Unsigned Letter: Volume 1 Letter 2 on 1/21/2013
A Thistle in the Sky
I saw your thistle in the sky today,
cottony white against a fierce blue sky,
Scottish even now, it made me smile.
**
I notice your cardinals fly around me,
in those moments when I need you most,
red and bright, glorious in life.
**
I hear your voice in my dreams,
speaking advice and sage counsel,
reminding me of lessons past and learned.
**
Thank you for thinking of me.
Thank you for loving me.
I love you too,
forever.
❤
Red Soul Daughter
Hello my lovelies, I just wanted to share a poem with you inspired by one of my WIP’s Ashes, I hope you enjoy! 😀
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Red Soul Daughter
I wasn’t born to be that girl,
I fight to live, I will not turn.
She whispers inside, I ignore,
that siren call, red soul daughter.
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I wasn’t born to feel her pain,
that Summer Girl in ashes slain.
She starts to flow beneath my skin,
that siren call, red soul daughter.
***
I wasn’t born to wear her crown,
our lives destroyed, I won’t back down.
I live again, I have become,
that siren call, red soul daughter.
Evocation
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Evocation
Moonbeams caress bare shoulders,
Pale hands raised skyward,
Evoking ancient voices.
Choice
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Choice
She fell,
tasting him on her lips:
his warmth —
golden sunshine.
Wait for me…
My love…
Wait for me.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
As your very own proud Irish lass, I’m wishing you all a happy and safe St. Patrick’s Day my lovelies!!!
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And just for fun, here’s some of my favorite Ireland themed posts from the Moonstonemaiden vault:
By Heart
I was skimming through my reader this morning my lovelies when I saw today’s daily post asking for a poem or song lyric that I know from heart and immediately one of my all-time favorite poems came to mind. Dismissing all the song lyrics that followed it 😀 I knew I wanted to post the poem because I’ve loved it since high school and the imagery in it always makes me sigh. It’s evocative, beautiful, and deceptively simple…
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Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Written by Robert Frost.
Blood and Ivory
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Blood and Ivory
I was a Queen once,
In a game of chess.
Pale, milky-white ivory
Shaped and rounded
In the mold of my foremothers,
Unchanged after a millennia.
Demure, silent, cold, reserved,
I was hidden behind pawns,
Protected by knights,
And sacrificed by a King,
A King who should have loved me.
Why didn’t he love me?
I was a Queen once,
With blood on my ivory hands.
Dark as rubies, red as wine,
It dripped from my throat,
And splashed on the marbled stones.
Why couldn’t he love me?
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