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Silver Lethargy – #Halloween #Poetry

31 Saturday Oct 2020

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Bide the hours of Silver Lethargy

Symposium of shadows in swirling haze

Mocking the Glimmers of Brightest daytide

As words and music shrivel and fade

Silence beckons in Silver Lethargy

Whispers Unheard serrating

As Darkness Grasps with manacle claws

And Laughter echoes, Mimicking and Prating

Silver whims and ebon sighs

Leeching from the cowl of night

As heartbeats pause and breath subsides

Waken to Emptiness

Live in Fright!

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~Morgan~

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Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~

Entombed – #Halloween #Poetry

31 Saturday Oct 2020

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Entombed

In Tune with all that turns and spirals,
Songs detracting from the depths Unknown,
Haunting lute Enchanting the feral,
Moving the Earth under grass New Grown.

Tides that Shift the murky Twilight
In pitch and marrow, shuddering the Core,
Tarot Speaks when Belief Kisses night,
Tripping down the tumbling steps of Yore.

Careful, Ye who Fancy adventure,
Marvel long and Entrenched Ye Shall Be,
Entombed in mossy banks, Premature,
Locked and Staring outward Eternally.

~Morgan~
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Haunting Image found at: images2.layoutsparks.com

Periphery – #Halloween #100WordStories #FlashFiction

31 Saturday Oct 2020

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She stood beyond the borders of periphery; a figment of possibility whispering on the shifting tides. Immersed in shadows, she was less than ethereal; an unremembered thought, waiting. Existing in the place between reality and the beyond, she was less than a sigh; more transitory than the fleeting light of evening. No sound escaped her as she gazed with solemnity at the darkness leaking into the void she occupied. Its inexorable progression mirrored the panic welling within while a scream more horrific than that ebon nothingness pierced her unmoving chest.

Light was gone. All that remained was darkness.

And Silence.

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~Morgan~

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Image found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

Periphery – #Halloween #100WordStories #FlashFiction

31 Thursday Oct 2019

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She stood beyond the borders of periphery; a figment of possibility whispering on the shifting tides. Immersed in shadows, she was less than ethereal; an unremembered thought, waiting. Existing in the place between reality and the beyond, she was less than a sigh; more transitory than the fleeting light of evening. No sound escaped her as she gazed with solemnity at the darkness leaking into the void she occupied. Its inexorable progression mirrored the panic welling within while a scream more horrific than that ebon nothingness pierced her unmoving chest.

Light was gone. All that remained was darkness.

And Silence.

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~Morgan~

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Image found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

Entombed – #Halloween #Poetry

31 Tuesday Oct 2017

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Entombed

In Tune with all that turns and spirals,
Songs detracting from the depths Unknown,
Haunting lute Enchanting the feral,
Moving the Earth under grass New Grown.

Tides that Shift the murky Twilight
In pitch and marrow, shuddering the Core,
Tarot Speaks when Belief Kisses night,
Tripping down the tumbling steps of Yore.

Careful, Ye who Fancy adventure,
Marvel long and Entrenched Ye Shall Be,
Entombed in mossy banks, Premature,
Locked and Staring outward Eternally.

~Morgan~
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Haunting Image found at: images2.layoutsparks.com

Silver Lethargy – #Halloween #Poetry

30 Monday Oct 2017

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Bide the hours of Silver Lethargy

Symposium of shadows in swirling haze

Mocking the Glimmers of Brightest daytide

As words and music shrivel and fade

Silence beckons in Silver Lethargy

Whispers Unheard serrating

As Darkness Grasps with manacle claws

And Laughter echoes, Mimicking and Prating

Silver whims and ebon sighs

Leeching from the cowl of night

As heartbeats pause and breath subsides

Waken to Emptiness

Live in Fright!

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~Morgan~

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Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~

Periphery – #Halloween #100WordStories #FlashFiction

26 Thursday Oct 2017

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She stood beyond the borders of periphery; a figment of possibility whispering on the shifting tides.  Immersed in shadows, she was less than ethereal; an unremembered thought, waiting.  Existing in the place between reality and the beyond, she was less than a sigh; more transitory than the fleeting light of evening.  No sound escaped her as she gazed with solemnity at the darkness leaking into the void she occupied.  Its inexorable progression mirrored the panic welling within while a scream more horrific than that ebon nothingness pierced her unmoving chest.

Light was gone.  All that remained was darkness.

And Silence.

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~Morgan~

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Image found on Google.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

Drabble: “Sally, Sally” (#guestblogger)

07 Saturday Jan 2017

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Sally had curls. They were grey like her face and bounced with air when she played hopscotch in the driveway. She lived out where the traffic was sparse and wildflowers grew from the cracks in the sidewalk.

Sally was also dead, but she couldn’t remember how. She shared her home with many families; some of them changed the curtains in the kitchen, and some of them repainted the porch.

Sally was seven—she was always seven, but that was okay, because Sally was dead, a grey ghost amidst the flowery tapestry of her old home, and Sally felt forever fine.

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A. R. Frederiksen is a recurring guest blogger here at BnV, and her own writing blog can be found here, where she dabbles in flashfiction/poetry and reflects over the, much elusive, ABCs of writing.

Those We Do Not Speak Of – Shades of Gray- #Spirituality and #Afterlife

29 Saturday Oct 2016

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Where does the Essence go once it departs our physical body? Does it consciously decide whether to go towards the Light or remain in the earthly plane? Are we in control of what happens to our Essence or does energy return to Energy, from which it sprung? Continue reading →

Those We Do Not Speak Of – Communication – #Spirituality and #Clairvoyance

29 Saturday Oct 2016

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Communication.  What is it exactly?  How does communication happen and in what ways do we understand each other.   Oxford tells us it is:  The imparting or exchanging of information or news; a letter or message containing information; and/or the successful conveying or sharing of ideas and feelings.  So, according to this, communication depends upon two or more parties being involved; accepting a transference of information, ideas or emotions; and the success of that conveyance. Continue reading →

Those We Do Not Speak Of – What is the Essence? – #Spirituality and #Afterlife

28 Friday Oct 2016

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Before continuing on, I should like to say that I am delighted you are as interested as I am about this subject and are willing to share this journey with me and others, who, like you, are also curious. As we travel along, I will ask many questions; any and all of which you are free to comment on (and I hope you will) or even take that particular question and write your own post or poem with your thoughts and ideas about it.  If you do, I would love if you might link back to the original post so we are all able to stay connected, but I feel this is a wonderful way to expand the conversation.  I am looking forward to our discussions and hope you will continue to find Those We Do Not Speak Of compelling.

Now, let’s take a moment to talk about What is The Essence…. Continue reading →

Those We Do Not Speak Of – Believing – #Spirituality and #Death

27 Thursday Oct 2016

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Seems the best time of the year for A Review of my Brief Series…

Let me begin by saying:  this post kicks off a new series.  One which I have felt led to explore and one which will ask for YOUR input.  I have spoken with many of you over the past few years and have discovered a common ground among us.  A subject about which we all have questions, so I would like to open a conversation, but a conversation cannot take place with only one involved.  If you find yourself curious about the unknown; if you have had experiences that made you “say hmmmmm”; if you find yourself asking questions to which there are no “rational” answers, then this series may be of interest to you.  And although this initial post may be longer than most, I’d like to begin by setting a foundation. Continue reading →

#FridayFictioneers – Nothingness

28 Wednesday Sep 2016

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She awoke with a haze swimming in her head and staggered out the door, then stopped. Walls of metal and floors of smoothed concrete met her gaze, illumined by unexceptional fluorescent lights lending the corridor a cold, antiseptic ambience and not a single sound whispered in the sterile promontory.

Where was she?  Continue reading →

Saturday Showcase – Willing Lamentation

11 Saturday Oct 2014

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Caught in a web of Infinite Splendor,
Trapped in silence that refuses to speak,
Lost in a Reality we cannot Engender,
Afraid of the Light,
I am too weak.

Ensnared by my own discontent,
Bound to this place by Inclination,
Bearing a Message that was never sent,
Lingering Eternally,
Willing Lamentation.

Can you hear me when I cry?
Do my words Ignite Your flame?
Ever and Always asking Why,
Captured by Wailing And All the Memory it Claims.

~Morgan~

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Original artwork by: ghyselenbert at DeviantArt.

Willing Lamentation

01 Sunday Sep 2013

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Caught in a web of Infinite Splendor,
Trapped in silence that refuses to speak,
Lost in a Reality we cannot Engender,
Afraid of the Light,
I am too weak.

Ensnared by my own discontent,
Bound to this place by Inclination,
Bearing a Message that was never sent,
Lingering Eternally,
Willing Lamentation.

Can you hear me when I cry?
Do my words Ignite Your flame?
Ever and Always asking Why,
Captured by Wailing And All the Memory it Claims.

~Morgan~

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Original artwork by: ghyselenbert at DeviantArt.