The tower stood guard,
seeking the face of enemy and friend alike,
the first line of defense and the final battleground,
but the ancient stones had also seen secret loves shared,
heard the echoes of children’s laughter,
and tolled the hours of the day for centuries.
sinking behind the growth of bordering wood,
the tower reminisced and was silent.
(Photo Taken at Longwood Garden’s, Pennsylvania)
Reviewed By Erin Nicole Cochran for Readers’ Favorite
Whispers In Verse by Cynthia A. Morgan is a collection of poetry that reads like a combination of poetic Shakespeare and a mysterious conjuration of a magician from the medieval era. The two blend into one unique writing style, which creates a sense of peace and serenity, as though a meditative mantra surrounds the person reading, except there are many words spoken instead of only a handful. One of my favorite poems is on page 101 and is called The Wondering Bystander. The last two lines, in particular, flood me with life, time, and memories tangled together: “Merging Past and Present to Kiss the forehead of The Wondering Bystander.”
Cynthia A. Morgan’s Whispers In Verse was like no other poetry book I have read. It pulls you into the story and out of the present entirely, drawing you into a place you haven’t seen or been before, another world of time where things slow down, and the rushing here and rushing there of life pauses. Whispers In Verse finds a way to tap into our circadian rhythm and creates a place we can be without reaching out to text, email, or field a call. Also accompanying the poems are tranquil and beautiful images of nature that help keep readers in peaceful respite from the rest of the busy world. The vibrant colors of nature and the sun bring a measure of warmth to readers as they flip the pages.
Amethyst Worldlet –
(For my niece Laura who prompted me to write a poem about Pluto)
There is an Amethyst Worldlet,
in the Vast Reaches of Space.
Far Far from the Sun,
Yet always Seeking her Face.
Circling lazily, he wanders, Repeating,
Endlessly drifting, gliding, Retreating.
Alone in the Cosmos to Ceaselessly Roam,
Mysterious, Shadowy, Amethyst Home.
Unseen, Unrivaled, Unquested, Unplumbed,
Icy and Bitter, permanently Shunned.
Yet in the deep Shades of Indigo Imagination
Pluto awaits, Dreaming of Inhabitation.
Crystalline Domes that Bridge Frozen Seas,
Terra-formed Gardens, Cloning Bees.
Dew Drops that Glisten, Rain of Snow,
Flowers that Jingle Just for Show.
Living on Pluto, where Amethyst day is night,
Ethereal Dreamer, My Little Plutonite.
Beautiful Image found at: s2.goodfon.com
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Whispers in Verse is a collection of Subtle, Gentle Poems that Encompass the Beauty of a Quiet Hush; the Serenity of Lush Calm; and the Tranquility of Stillness that Transcends place and time.
It is a Journey into the Heart to Discover what Stirs the Spirit and a Vision of the Memories we have unintentionally forgotten.
Immerse yourself in Lyrical, Exquisite Poetry and Remember the Magic of Breath, Pulse, Earth and Sky!
When ‘last the Light Escapes night drear,
Tis then Morn’ Stands upon the Mountain
And Jocund Day Waits, tiptoe, for Intent;
While Promise ‘pends upon the Balance.
When Yore consumes the Unsullied year
With rash and tainted Fervor,
‘Tis then foreboding haunts the darkness
And Muses Wait upon the Morrow.
When Twilight ‘parts with Fleeting shadow
And dark descends like the Immortal cowl,
Then my Soul Sighs Deep and Long
For the loss of all it once Held Dear.
Beautiful Images found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographers. Thank You.
Sleeping with the Enemy
Let me begin by saying that I am arachnophobic. Always have been, always will be. I’m that person that goes into an unparalleled fit of screaming, shaking, and running in the opposite direction whenever those creepy-crawly eight legged monsters are around. I’m the person who wakes up in the middle of the night and strips her bed to the bare bones to make sure there isn’t one or millions of those hairy, spindly, multi-legged freaks somewhere amongst the covers. Or under the bed. Or on any of the coordinating furniture. Or lying in wait on the drapes until I go back to sleep, so it can then descend on me in the darkness of night to send me into the aforementioned paroxysm. I’m also the person who once had to single-handedly dispatch a gargantuan, tarantula sized, octoplet-limbed creature of terror who had taken up residence in my bathtub!!! (insert frenzied shrieking here!)
Fast forward now, from that ghastly day, to this morning where you will find me (hypothetically speaking) lying in my bed, dreaming sweet dreams without care; dozing the morning away because it’s finally a Saturday and I don’t HAVE to get up early. (and the congregation shouts AMEN!) I wake up, lazily search for the clock, realize it’s not even 8 AM, smile triumphantly, roll over and promptly resume my reverie. My mind drifts aimlessly through wisps of dreams still clinging to my memory; lingers over musings of hazy imaginings and teeters on the pinnacle between conscious thought and transcendental hyperbole.…until, at last, I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling… you know the sensation…trying to remember what planet I’m on.
My thoughts shift from mystical to rational, (darn it!) I begin to strategically plan out my day, workout and the subsequent primping and preening that follows, breakfast, errands, financial concerns, laundry…yeck! Oh To sleep, perchance to dream! (sorry, snuck some Shakespeare in there on ya!) But this fair thought, now ended; I must rouse myself to the full and stumble on…( that part’s not Shakespeare, that’s me being “poetic”. Shakespeare always merits Italics) So, up I get and up gets the cat (his name is Little Orange Pooz, but that’s yet another post). I turn to make up the bed and then I SEE IT! A black, fuzzy, eight-legged beastie fully the size of a quarter (OR for my British friends, a one pound coin) sitting on my curtain just above my pillow !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Typically, this is the instant where the heebie-jeebies take over, the moment when rationale goes out the window and an inescapable spasm of insanity runs riot over me. I stare in dismay, but to my utter bewilderment and astonishment, I neither freak nor flee. Rather, although I have no comprehension of why, I stand there, LEAN CLOSER, and gaze at this little furry monster more intently. I can see he’s not moving; he’s almost curled up, and for half of a fleeting second I almost smile!!! He’s sleeping! Is he dreaming? What does a spider dream about, I wonder paradoxically. Does he dream about dropping down from the ceiling in the middle of the night onto unsuspecting, sleeping young women to send them into riotous fits of irrational fear all for the sheer hilarity of it?
Who cares!!!! I shake myself…it’s a spider!!! In any other situation, I would instantaneously grab the nearest shoe and start screechin’ n’ swingin’! But, instead, I find myself walking calmly (albeit briskly) to the laundry cupboard, retrieving a duster (a long handled one to be sure!), and returning to the scene of the crime to patiently coax this denizen of hideousness onto the fluffy fibers of his waiting conveyance so I can carry him (once again, at a BRISK pace) to the door and deposit him on the first green growing thing I can find.
Ok….what’s the deal? How can this be? What alternate reality did I wake to this morning that would find me inquisitively regarding and then effectively sparing the life of my lifelong nemesis and archenemy? Is there some lucid explanation for this, otherwise, inexplicable deviation from the norm? I spend the next several hours musing over the possibilities. It could be simply that I hadn’t yet had a sufficient intake of caffeine, was still half asleep and not thinking clearly. Or it could be, perhaps, that I was so surprised I didn’t have time to think about it, really, completely. Or my body could have been taken over by aliens in the middle of the night and I was under some form of extra-terrestrial manipulation!
No, I guess not.
I guess the most likely, if least appealing, explanation is that I’ve changed somehow, in some way as yet not quite realized, or at least not quite realized until this morning, and I’m left to wonder… Is it possible that change isn’t as tedious and complicated as we always think it will be? Perhaps, every now and then, change comes quietly, when we least expect it, like a furry, not so little, spider tiptoeing into our room without us even noticing it. Curling up beside us while we’re not paying attention, it lies, waiting to be discovered and, ultimately, it transforms us into someone we barely guessed we could be.
The Majestic Spectacle of this Brassy Night,
Filled with Clangor and Dismay,
Speaks to me in its Awe-Inspiring Sight
Of Resilient Bedlam amidst Chaotic Fray,
For, Although the Sky has Broken,
Pouring Treasure to the Yawning Ground,
This Tempestuous Urgency is a Simple Token
Of the Deafening Crescendo of Unspoken Sound
That my Heart would make, if Nature it Obeyed,
To Orchestrate its Candor in the Fervent Melody it Played.
Amazing Photograph found at: Wallpapersus.com
Introspection may shed some Light
On what I Thought was almost Right,
But when I turn my enfeebled Sight
To Your Throne, Where You Reign in Might,
This Tarnished, Calloused, Thorny Blight,
That Ever Intrudes with the dark of night,
May be My burden, My Struggle, My Plight;
Yet When I feel so feeble and Slight,
Your Grace is Enough to make my Path Bright.
Beautiful Photograph found at: farm5.staticflickr.com
When All the Shadows are past
And the Night draws to its close
Stay by my side
And Watch the Day Return with me
For in that Precious Hour
When Light Spreads its Radiance
Over this Slumbering Sea of Life
And All Creation Stirs in Resilience
I look into Your Eyes
And Smile Because I am Home.
Breathtaking Photograph found at: owlsdaughter.com –