Cheeky

26 Saturday Dec 2015

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BnV, BooknVolume, Hamlet, Joy, Laughter, life, Romanticism, Sensualism, Shakespeare, Sherlock, Star Trek, Star Wars, The Grinch, ~Morgan~

I will be cheeky, there’s no denying it. I can no help it (she says with a rolling brogue) It’s in my nature to be particularly mischievous (now and again.) (or, more often than not, depending) (most of the time, really) (see what I mean!)

But it’s also in my nature to be pensive, to over-think things, and to live the life of a romanticist. I confess, I’m a sensualist; I love things, I don’t just like things. I am filled with passion and fire. I look at the clouds, I stare up at the stars (which I’m sure you’ve already figured out just reading my poetry) (so, somewhat irrelevant for me to bring it up again, really) (I’d hit delete, but it’s somehow easier to just keep rolling at this point). I’m sure you can relate on some level. After all, we’re all of a creative bent of mind here, to some extent at least, and as such, being in our right minds, we can appreciate the finer things without the burden of having to (necessarily) rationalize them (all the time).

Why should we, in point of fact? Why is it that we are taught to feel guilty about splashing through the cool puddle on a warm summer’s day? Why should we care if running with abandon through the gurgling stream or the wave’s fringe upon the shore results in spatters of mud or sand upon our trousers? How does it serve to feel compelled to rush to the dry cleaners after we take a flying leap into a pile of sweet smelling leaves? (you still do it, I know you do) After all, if the pleasure results in purgatory, is it really a pleasure?

Ok, I got way to deep there! I do apologize. Honourable Sorry! Yo, My Bad! Or what have you. This was supposed to be a giddy piece, not one that makes you scratch your head and puzzle until your puzzler is sore (like someone else I know) (or the Grinch, again, depending), although, admittedly, my whimsical posts do tend to degenerate into that sort of specific madness that results in a puzzled expression and a raised brow. We’ve been here before, haven’t we? Moving on…

I am, perchance, a “person” of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: Full of gibes, gambols, songs, and flashes of merriment that are wont to set the table on a roar (rather like Poor Yorick?) I am also, at times, far too much like Ophelia: a young maid (relatively speaking!) (not a word from the peanut gallery, thank you!) whose wits are as mortal as an old man’s life, which ultimately just leads us back to Yorick, so I suppose I’ll camp out here for a while. Nice cushy spot in the garden, after all!

Point? Actually, I do have one, but I dare say I made it already (missed it? I was a wee bit cheeky about it, (wink wink) do go back a bit… to paragraph 3, perhaps… Yep, there you go.) So at this stage of the game I’m really just blathering. I do enjoy a good natter, dontcha know! The com panel is jammed, Captain. Jar Jar Binks has gone off on a tangent, Obi Wan. There are clues lying about like sweets on Easter morning, Sherlock (or, if you prefer, like nicotine patches in 221B Baker St.)

Yes, I do tend to be a bit cheeky, now and again, but I know (or, at least I hope) you don’t mind.

~Morgan~
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Saturday Showcase – Effusive and Sensualistic

05 Thursday Mar 2015

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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Acting, Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Dreams, Effusive, Emotion, Honesty, Laughter, life, Love, Movies, Music, Nature, Openess, relationships, Romance, Sensualist, Sherlock, Soul Mates, Tears, The Arts, Theatre, words, ~Morgan~

I am an effusive and emotional creature (in case you haven’t already figured that out). I cry at commercials that touch my heart. I smile broad smiles when others only grin. I laugh with joyful abandon when others scoff. Life is far far too short and Love is far far too rare not to share a joyful smile or giggle of mirth at every moment that presents itself.

(Now that’s not to say I do not get my work done, that I don’t ever have an off day or find myself stressed and in need of a frosty beverage or some other form of mental diversion, but on the whole, by and large…well, you see where I’m going, don’t you? So I’ll get on….)

I verbalize (perhaps a bit too much, now and again) how I feel, what I think, ways that moments touch me, dreams I’ve had or simply created; I verbalize everything. (well, nearly) I tell people Thank You before they expect it. I give a gentle ego boost when someone seems low. I share with my friends how much they mean to me, whether in serious or in funny ways, that will make them smile. I am Effusive…perhaps to a fault.

I am also a sensualist (we’ve covered this ground before, but I really am going somewhere with this, so do please bear with me, I shan’t be long.) I don’t scowl and pretend to be too cool, I take pleasure in things. Elaborate or simple, expensive or moments that cost not a dime. I look up at the stars, I notice the berries ripening on the bushes, I see the squirrels scampering and I smile. I breathe in the fresh, crisp scent of winter; I gaze long and hard at the colours around me; I touch, either with my hands or my heart; and I look upon that face and smile with remembrance (sorry, that bit’s just for me) I listen to music that lifts my soul; broad and expansive, ethereal or ancient, rhythmic or classical, music enriches and delights in ways words simply cannot.

I am Effusive and Sensualistic. So when I see something that may draw a single tear to most eyes, I weep with deep sobs and trembling.(although when this happens at the theatre, I will stifle myself as quickly and quietly as I am able, not to the chagrin of my movie-going friends!) When I hear music that may draw a sigh from another, again, I cry out of the sheer delight and the pure beauty of unencumbered emotion communicated without words. When I read something that might make the average reader nod in agreement or say quietly, “wow”, I tremble as if intoxicated, moved by the deep well of emotion within me, and often, very often, open myself to the deluge of inspiration and words that ever comes as a result. And when I watch a movie, when I see an actor perform a scene with unparalleled, exquisitely expressive skill and it moves me to laugh (yes, out loud) or cry, equally out loud, there is little I can do to stem the tide.

I am Effusive. I express myself openly and honestly. Sherlock may call it a human failing (perhaps among others) but, Being a Sensualist, I rather do not mind.

Just a bit about me, not that you asked, but being effusive, ( well, you see my point….)

~Morgan~
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Your Beautiful Life

06 Friday Jun 2014

Posted by Morgan in Authors Books Reviews & Interviews

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Beautiful Life, Blogging, BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Dreams Come True, Entourage, Friends, Friendship, Hamlet, Interviews, Kindred Spirits, passion, poetry, relationships, Shakespeare, Sherlock, Spotlight, Star Trek, Writing, ~Morgan~

In honour of my One Year Blogiversary, I am introducing something new onto my blog. After all, one can only read so much poetry before one begins referring to oneself as one….and then people’s eyebrows begin to raise skeptically (Yes I see yours twitching).

More Importantly, after spending a VERY eventful year and learning what it means not only to Blog and be a Blogger, but to be a Writer and Author, Photographer (well, of a sort!), and perhaps, every now and then a Chef worthy of Kitchen Stadium ( or at least the Chef Boyardee test kitchens!) I have learned that there is more to this blogging thing than simply plopping down in front of my laptop every evening and whipping up a few delicious morsels.

Shakespeare, Star Trek and Sherlock notwithstanding, (You didn’t expect I would write a Non-poetry post and not include them somehow, did you? After all, they are almost becoming a standard) I have come to the conclusion that blogging, and subsequently being a blogger (as they are rather inescapably connected) (much as Jack and the Black Pearl, but that is another post entirely!) is about Friendships, Kinships, discovering Kindred Spirits across the miles, and Sharing our Hearts (and yes, perhaps, even a bit of our Souls.) It’s about finding out just what your Passions truly are and how to Follow them in order to Make your Dreams Come True (even if we aren’t visiting Disney or Never-Never Land).

Yet I think (and admittedly, this is just me thinking again, which can be a good thing as well as the initial step on a spiral that ends up somewhere in another dimension), it is also about Giving Back a little something to those Kindred Spirits we meet along the way. Blog Awards are very nice, to be sure, but as we all know those marvelous little treasures can be an awful lot of work. Comments and Likes are also delightful, and so very Important in building those aforementioned friendships and kinships, yet I find myself wanting to give something more. (Have you begun to wonder, as is very often the case when I begin to prattle, where I am going with this and if, perhaps, I’ve lost the thread of the conversation? Never fear, Preface over.)

So, to return to my original notion, in celebration of One Full Year of BnV (That’s Booknvolume, if you hadn’t already figured it out) (can you believe it’s been an entire year, already?) (Sorry, I know, I’m very good at skipping dexterously around the crux while keeping you on tenterhooks.) But you need wait no longer. I have decided to create a new category on BnV. (A somewhat underwhelming announcement, in point of fact, but do bear with me while I elaborate) (and I Promise not to sneak any Hamlet or Shakespeare in while you aren’t looking) (unless that counts.)

A Category Entirely About You!!! (I see you’re interest piquing! Don’t try to hide it) Yes, devoted utterly and completely to YOU my dear Friends; my Sweet Kindred Spirits; my Most Faithful Entourage. (Isn’t that a much nicer word than Follower, really?) A Category where I have opportunity to Introduce YOU around, (not that I know all that many people, to be sure) Highlight YOUR blogs, Share YOUR book reviews, post YOUR announcements, Spotlight the Marvelous and Breathtaking things YOU are doing.

Still Underwhelmed? I hope not, since it’s all about Your Beautiful Life, Really, and if that bores you, well, maybe you need to put some spice into your life and start referring to yourself as ONE for a while.

~Morgan~

One Gift

12 Saturday Apr 2014

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Destiny, Dreams, Faith, life, Light, passion, Purpose, Sherlock, spirituality, Star Trek, True Gift, words, Writing, ~Morgan~

Once upon a time, not so very long ago, I dreamed of writing. Writing for whoever might hear, whoever might care, or, for myself and the sheer enjoyment, nay, the absolute bliss of filling a page with words spilling from my mind like a torrent. (a torrent of what, we shall not debate!) Words have always been there, at the forefront of my every thought, waking or sleeping, dreaming or working. How many times I’ve been caught narrating what I’m doing by a quizzical onlooker I dare not admit (usually a family member, thank goodness, but not always). It’s rather like an obsession I cannot escape or break free of, and like an obsession, I do not care to break free, really.

I distinctly remember sitting in my fifth grade classroom, creating stories in my mind and scribbling them down for all I was worth rather than going out for recess (even when a rousing game of 4 square or kickball beckoned). How could I explain to other ten year olds that I would much rather immerse myself in the mystical places my imagination could take me, would take me, than run around in the dirt or swing from the playground monkey bars (which I never could reach anyway, being so diminutively statured).

OK, maybe that is just proof that I’m a little left of center. (You might enthusiastically agree) The dilithium crystals aren’t reaching full efficiency, Captain. I’m one clue short of a revelation, Sherlock. OR it may indicate that I was destined to unravel the complexities of life and love in lyrical, narrative fashion; who can tell (although more than likely it’s a bit of both, really). One thing is clear, though; I shall never escape the compelling temptation that is writing. I’m addicted, mind, body, soul.

Good thing, though, since it would seem this compulsion is my one true gift. (Yes, I do believe we all have at least one, some of us have more than one, though proving how quickly a bottle of Absolute can be absolutely obliterated or diving from train trusses with a spongy rope attached to the feet are not illustrations of a gift by any means) Where was I?

Good thing, yes, because I have found that once you allow yourself to become completely wound up in your True Gift the satisfaction and sense of accomplishment you achieve supersedes anything else, everything else. Of course, the trick is figuring out what your One True Gift is, which isn’t as simple as it seems. I should have known I was a writer, since words have been tumbling from my mind and spirit since I was old enough to speak. I spent a summer composing a collection of 100 poems, just as a challenge to myself and I’ve been writing one thing or another since I could hold a pencil (or crayon) (or lipstick). So why did it take me this long to sit down and take it seriously and to finally realize the ultimate joy in utilizing that one talent given to me alone (so to speak, since it was certainly given to you as well or we wouldn’t be here, but do humour me, as I’m making a point here) (I think/hope).

We walk along the path of life, meandering through the shaggy undergrowth and stopping often to investigate the curious or spectacular. We stumble over debris scattered in the avenue, sometimes we fall, tumble, roll and when we struggle to our feet the right way to go isn’t always clear. We point ourselves in a direction and trudge on. Often, we need to double back, realizing that we’ve chosen the wrong direction. The going can be difficult, uphill, over large stones and through loose gravel that slips underfoot; yet the light is always shining down on us, streaming through the lush canopy of green swaying in the wind over our heads. Nevertheless, we ultimately come to a place where we can go no farther unaided and we must make a deliberate choice. Turn around and stumble back the way we came, making no further progress and never reaching our goal(s) or reach for the walking stick waiting at our feet; accept the hand that is offered to help us continue on; allow ourselves to be carried through the brambles so we don’t fall or bleed anymore.

This isn’t a cop out, however. Nor is it taking the easy way out or cheating. In fact, it’s just the beginning. The start of a whole new journey; another path to walk along, another avenue to sojourn, though not alone, and when we walk this road, aided by the Light that is within us we will discover our Purpose. A purpose that will fill us (oddly enough) with Purpose. A destiny that will lead us to our Destiny; and a gift, One True Gift, that will give us the greatest Gift of all.

Purpose and a Destiny.

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Art Makes the World Beautiful

03 Thursday Apr 2014

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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Art, Beauty, Blogging, BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Dreams, Hamlet, life, Mad Hatter, March Hare, passion, poetry, Roller Coaster, Shakerspeare, Sherlock, words, Writing, ~Morgan~

I have been quiet for too long.

Although you may or may not be glad about that, I feel it is only fair and even-handed of me to warn you, before I really get going here, that this will be, more than likely, one of THOSE posts; one of those whirling words posts that I careen into now and again. So be forewarned. You may choose to smile, sit back, fasten your seatbelt and enjoy the ride (although riding the Wild Mouse roller coaster might be more advisable at this point) or, should you be so inclined, (or disinclined, depending on how you look at it) you may decide to pack your bags right now, take your leave, and run, headlong, for the door.

Now, it’s not to say that, should you decide to do the latter, you will not be missing anything. In point of fact, you may be missing THIS, in which case, I’m speaking to a deaf crowd; however, I shall continue for those of you who ARE still with me (so far), for the sake of continuity, if nothing else. You won’t be missing anything, or, you will be, depending, again, on your perspective. It’s rather like Sherlock, looking at the clues from all possible angles, but, regardless, it is my opinion that you will, in fact, be missing something, so we shall take that as fact and proceed.

Once in a while, and for no particular reason at all, I do need to let off some steam, vent, or otherwise let loose, verbosely that is, and prattle on pointlessly about nothing in particular (although my ‘nothing-in-particulars’ do, very often, end up being about something-or-other no matter how hard I try for them not to be, which may leave some of you wondering just what it is that I’m muttering about.)

“More Matter and Less Art.” (Yes yes, Gertrude, I swear I use no art) (Well, it has, after all, been a long time since I subjected you to Hamlet) (and if you didn’t realize that was a tidbit of Hamlet, I may be forced to subject you to more a bit more often, won’t I?) Art is, after all, what this is all about, isn’t it? Blogging that is, not necessarily this post, though this post may also be considered some crazy-mad variation of art by someone, somewhere (although whether or not that person may be considered sane or as Mad as the March Hare is another issue entirely).

Blogging. Art. The Love of Words. The Passionate Promise of being able to log in and read an enticing line or two (or twenty, once again, depending); to submerse yourself into a fantastic ocean of pure, unadulterated Notion; to pour through prose and poetry as intoxicating as a fine (or cheap) wine (yes, again, depending). It’s about sharing thoughts, dreams, fears, loves, hates, and secrets we, perhaps, tell no one else (though secrets we will share, readily, with potentially hundreds of thousands). It’s the Magic of the Muse, the Dance of Desires Delicately Doled out, the Rhyme and Reason of Right or Wrong that keeps me, at least and perhaps you as well (since you are still here) (even against your better judgment, perhaps) coming back again and again, day after day, to fill mind, heart, and soul with words and visual poetry that steps beyond the boundaries. (admittedly, sometimes the wrong boundaries!)

Or it could be that I am the one who is as Mad as a Hatter (I see you nodding!) Still, Art and the love of words is enough for me, and, now and again, a tidbit of Shakespeare thrown in, just for good measure. Otherwise, without Art of one form or another (oh I do realize I only skimmed the surface here of what is or should be considered art, but I didn’t want to start a heated debate so I stuck with blogging, since we all understand and, seemingly, agree on that one issue)…without Art, where is the Joy in life? Where is the Mystery, the Music, and the Serenade? I, for one, cannot even imagine life without Art.

That would be like sitting down to read a post by Morgan and, instead of 1001 whirling words that leave your head spinning and your eyes (perhaps), nearly, crossing; you would find something more akin to the following:
Art Makes the World Beautiful.

BORED! (although at least, though that would be boring, you won’t find me shooting smiley faces in my flat’s living room wall!) (Yes, that’s a Sherlock reference, for those of you who are, at this moment, utterly perplexed)

So whether you write 1001 whirling words; whether you write prose or sweetly, seductive poetry; whether you write short stories or long ones; whether you write Inspirational devotions or prattle on about nothing-in-particular, it is, in my humble opinion, Art. YOU are an Artist.

And since Art Does make the world Beautiful, so do YOU.

~Morgan~
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A Singular Sensation

12 Wednesday Feb 2014

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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Blather, BnV, BooknVolume, Choclates, creative writing, Cupid's Arrow, Gingerbread Mocha Chai Latte, Hamlet, life, Off My Trolley, playfulness, relationships, Romance, roses, Shakespeare, Sherlock, Single, Snoopy, Valentine, Valentine's Day, Writing, ~Morgan~

Single…odd expression, that. Yes, I’m single. Just me here. I don’t have anyone else attached to me. Just me, myself and I, even in mixed company! I’ve always been just me, not schizophrenic or anything (that we know of!) and I certainly am not hosting any alien life forms (again, that we know of!), but I never have done, so when people ask me and I happen to answer “Yes, I’m Single”, I cannot help wondering why the astonished expressions appear?

It might seem a particularly peculiar, not to mention personal, bit of information to share on a blog; yet, with Valentine’s Day just round the corner and romance, roses and chocolates in plentiful abundance, I thought it, at least somewhat, relevant. After all, there seems to be such emphases put on the point; whether someone is Single or….Attached? Not Single… Married (or not, depending), but when it comes right down to it, whether you are or whether you aren’t you still are (Single) aren’t you?

Ok, so I’ll admit, I’m feeling a bit mischievous lately. Spring certainly isn’t in the air (Not with a foot of snow or more looming in the not-so-distant future!), and I promise, I haven’t even touched Mt. Dew in almost a year (had to quit that particular addiction before it quit me!), so I cannot give you a precise explanation for this Singular Sensation of playfulness, but it is there in profusion, nevertheless.

You may have, perhaps, noticed my rather impish attitude lately in my comments, (or not, again, depending) and, since this has not been my “norm”, I thought it might be advisable to open the window (of elucidation) a bit wider, before you begin to think I am, in all honesty, off my trolley (which, you may or may not already think, in which case, this post may be coming a bit late!)

Now, before you stalk out of the room in a fluff, Sherlock (well, it’s almost as much a given as me utilizing a Hamlet reference anymore, isn’t it?), do “season your admiration for a while with an attent ear, while I deliver…this Marvel to you.” (and to mix Shakespeare and Sherlock in the same sentence is, by no means, a simple undertaking, I assure you!) But I digress.

Playful. Single. Valentine’s Day. Yes, so why should it be that I am behaving in this peculiar manner? A rather double edged sword, really, but no, I assure you, I haven’t gone off the deep end (yet); nor have I been struck by Cupid’s Arrow (at least, I have no visible evidence of that), but being Single, being of and by myself, attached to no other and filled with giddiness is, in most circumstances, a situation that bears explaining.

So, although I am as profoundly adept at procrastinating (verbally) as I am skilled at taking a thousand words to say little or nothing at all (a quality I know you all love about me!) (Yes, that WAS self-deprecating) I shall natter no longer. (as you breathe a deep, collective sigh of relief) (or annoyance, again, depending!)

My Point? Yes, I do actually have one (You don’t honestly think I’d put you through all of this for no reason at all, do you?) (well, {as I chuckle quite mischievously, indeed} I might!) But I haven’t done that to you today.

No, in spite of all the blather, my rationale for this set of wild and whirling words is simply to say, whether you are Single or Not-Single, the holiday of Love is upon us. A day for Giving (and hopefully, at least in most cases, receiving) a token of someone’s Affection, a Smile, a sentence or two of Appreciation tucked secretly inside a sweet little card with Snoopy on it (or Shakespeare, perhaps!) (words of Shakespeare, of course, and not, after all, the Great Bard himself, obviously), a delectable and entirely unanticipated treat in heart-shaped form, or any other measure of Love’s expression.

Yet why save these tokens for just one person? Yes, yes, by all means, do tell the one you Love how very much you do Love them, read them Shakespeare (OH how romantic, after all!), buy them roses, chocolates, or a steaming hot cup of Gingerbread Mocha Chai Latte (oh, sorry, I digress again!), but don’t forget the co-worker you see every day in the hallway, but rarely say more than Hello to; don’t overlook the server at your favourite pub who knows you and precisely want you want to order the moment you walk in the door; don’t neglect the mail courier, the secretary who helps you immeasurably every single day simply by showing up reliably, or the security guard who stands vigilantly outside the door, beyond notice.

Sharing a token with just one of them might bring more JOY into your day than any other Valentine you choose to give.

(That’s all, nothing too painful or poignant, at least, I hope!) (Outside of my Dickensian verbosity, that is)

SWAGH! (which means, of course, Sealed With A Giggly Hug!)

~Morgan~
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Effusive and Sensualistic

03 Monday Feb 2014

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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I am Effusive. I express myself openly and honestly. Sherlock may call it a human failing (perhaps among others) but, Being a Sensualist, I rather do not mind.

Just a bit about me, not that you asked, but being effusive, ( well, you see my point….)

~Morgan~
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Friday Fun- For Giggles

31 Friday Jan 2014

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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Art, BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, creativity, Fellowship of the Ring, Friday Fun, giggles, Imagination, Inspiration, Land of Oz, Lord of The Rings, Music, Poem, poetry, Sherlock, The Game is Afoot, The One Ring, words, Writing, Yellow Brick Road, ~Morgan~

In the Spirit of Creativity, not to mention Friday Fun, I should like to propose a challenge and provide an opportunity for you to challenge…ME and, perchance, me to challenge YOU! Just to see where Inspiration leads; to follow the yellow brick road off to the Land of Oz. To take the One Ring and, in Fellowship, head for the hills! To gaze pensively round the room, gather a few unnoticed tidbits, and, together, formulate a summation. (you see where I’m heading here, right?)

I enjoy seeking the inspiring thought, image, sounds, music or art to turn loose the flow of words, yet, often, the search itself can become tiring and tired, on a Friday, is the last thing I should like to be! I imagine you sometimes may encounter the same dilemma yourself, maybe, possibly. Therefore, I should like to suggest a partnership, a collaboration, if you will, just For Giggles.

However, in order for today’s Friday Fun to work, to be in any manner amusing, interesting or FUN, I need Your help. Yep, YOU. Why, you ask (Yes, I see that quizzical expression creeping back onto your face…bear with me ) Because it’s a game I’m suggesting and, hopefully, it shall soon be a-foot!

It’s simple really: in the comments field below, YOU will suggest s topic, present an idea, send me an image, (throw me a bone?), propose a notion for a poem and, in return, I shall have to write you at least a verse or two about your prompt. Then, once completed, you may (if you wish to, though you are in no way obliged) use the initial verse or verses to complete the poem for your own blog. (hopefully, linking back to me so I can see where our insanity…er, I mean inspiration, has led us.) I am hoping this test of creativity sounds as fun to you as it sounds to me, because without your participation, it cannot and will not be much fun at all.

There’s nothing in it, I admit. No fame, no glory. It’s just a whim. Just a bit of lyrical sport, an exercise in spontaneity and inventiveness; nevertheless, I do hope that, at the very least, a few of you will humour me and play along. For giggles!

(I won’t impose a long list of rules, because how fun is that, but do be assured that I will disregard suggestions of a violent, graphic or Mature nature, as that is not my thing.) Thank You !

~Morgan~
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Tempests of Thought-Revisited

20 Monday Jan 2014

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Elementary, John Watson, Mental Abstraction, Moriarty, Passions, photography, Poem, poetry, Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, The Hounds of Baskerville, The Woman, Writing, ~Morgan~

In Honour of the new Season…

In Tempests of Thought Thou first Unspiraled
Mystery to Every mind,
But fact to Thee, like its own fiction spinning;
Are Deductions Simple, that none else shall find.

Casting back Thy Silken Locks, where Thou Gazest sharply,
To Pique Thine Interest fortune Plays a hand,
But Given over to Conscientiousness,
Hints of Thy true nature, to Understand.

Clues in lesser shadow falling than in darkest night,
To Tempt Thy Passions, most Bemusing,
While Accosted in the fleeting Light of Day
By floods of details, Generously accusing.

Lest Thy Brilliance might unfold Thy complex Nature,
Guilt hides in shadows for lesser things Unspoken.
Chide Thy jailor with reckless Tedium pacing,
While Piquant Treasure lies Untested and Unbroken.

And when Thy mortal Merit Seeks transitory Pause
To Kindle a semblance of Keen Distraction,
Delirium, in its Splendor passing,
All too Fleeting Lends Sweet mental Abstraction.

Kissed not once, yet Passion Ever hounding
In places splintered by apparitional haze;
Twilight settles Upon Thy Shoulders, weeping,
To find fear within Thy Ever questing Gaze.

Untold secrets, All asunder in Thy Compass Guiding,
With Ruse of Purpose tailor made for Thee;
While Watchmen run in rampant circles, Aimless,
Profession of Thy Wits, Elementary.

Yet, In Quiet Moments that Entreat Thy Soul,
Reaching for a Notion that yet escapes Thee,
Touching One whose features dull Contemplation,
What Considerations Tempt? Thou Shalt not See!

Deliberate Disparity, to Hide Thy Longing Soul;
In Duplicity Thou Hidest in plain Sight;
While none may query such Silence Breaking,
Shattering Thy Ruse like Shards of Light.

Success is measured in Measures on the page,
In Music Sweet, Thriving just beyond Thy ken,
Where Devils sit Enthroned while Angels Bending,
To Touch Thy ‘haviour, Transforming from Within.

For as the darkened night Peals Mornings Dawn,
And Thou dost Waken from perilous Dreams,
Avenues once walked in Certainty,
Falling in Shadows, now not what they seem.

Echoes Accusatory rake their icy hand,
And Twist Thy Judgment like a feeble Pawn.
Decisions based on subterfuge, misguided,
Taint Thy Character and Mask Thy Cerebral brawn.

Menace creeps on stealthy hooves like demonic sorcery,
Trapping to its Purpose all Thy Provocation,
While, Innocent of threat, Companions walking,
Forcing Thine Unselfish Abdication.

‘Til Pain in moments most Diligently Guarded
Speaks into the Hush of mortal Sorrow,
Delving not the Flagrant Ruse to Ponder,
What Mysteries Shall Waken ‘pon the Morrow.

As An Afterthought: This is a Bit of a departure, to be sure. In explanation, (because I do realize this one needs some form of rationale) I Wanted it to be a bit “high-brow”, a bit contrived, a bit cryptic, because the Master Sleuth himself is, in my opinion, all these things. The archaic language was my method of translating this “high brow”, contrived attitude into a touch of snobbery and the Shakespearean flair easily made it cryptic. I hope this helps to shed some light….

~Morgan~
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Graveside Image found at: Sherlock BBC

The Undiscovered Country

11 Monday Nov 2013

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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Art, BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Hamlet, Poem, poetry, Reading, Sherlock, Speed reading, Undiscovered Country, WordPress, words, Writer, Writing, ~Morgan~

OH the conundrum of the WordPress Reader!

OH how I wish I could Read every single one of the posts I see, posts so lovingly created by such inspiring and creative hands!

OH how I yearn to sit at this computer the day long, reading and writing, writing and reading, sharing myself and receiving you, friends, cohorts, collaborators, conspirators of the written word.

BUT OH how little time there is in this short day. OH that I must work when I want to play!

Yes, this is the dilemma that faces us all, (isn’t it?) Or maybe you just buzz by, click Like and keep going, (yet , even in that you still show a spirit of support and a desire, if nothing else, to promote and peruse.)

The WordPress Reader, that “undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns (Uninspired) puzzles the will”. (Uh huh, Hamlet, You know me well enough by now not to even be surprised, right?) So Many Talented writers, poets, photographers; Artists All (which I guess includes me, which is, in and of itself, a somewhat startling suggestion!), All sharing the same taxing burden. That there is not enough time in the day.

Do I have an answer to this quandary? Do I have a mote of inspiring insight to share that will make this predicament easier to bear or to dispense with altogether? Do I hold in my hands the key to unlocking the secrets of Readerdom (ok, Yes, I made that word up, but since you knew what I meant the minute you read it, I feel, at least in the least wise, justified). Do I know how to correct this sticky situation and make it smooth sailing from here on out?

Nope. (sorry, not the answer you were hoping for?)

Alas, ‘Tis a burden we must all bear, as best we are able (unless one of you holds the aforementioned key and should like to share?) To know that, right here at my fingertips, there lies a Sea of Passionately Inspired, Deeply Desired, Hauntingly Lovely, Sad and, (dare I say ) Literarily Comely and that, though I focus all my energy (that I can spare, while still leaving time to write for myself, work, eat, play with the kitty and sleep ) I am, in fact, doomed to never see or read them all.

Such Knowledge, although Elementary, Watson, is a Bitter Pill to swallow. But Rather than spiraling through and simply clicking for the sake of clicking, and in that unflattering moment dull the edge of veracity, I shall trudge on and hope for speed reading super-powers tomorrow.

So if by some strange happenstance,
In this most multifarious Dance,
Should I quickly Click and there, Perchance,
Pause only briefly to Steal a Glance,
In Kindness Forgive my own Mischance,
And do not glare or scowl, Askance,
For Your Words and Images yet Enhance
This Dreamer’s overly Verbose Romance

~Morgan~
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Tempests of Thought

08 Tuesday Oct 2013

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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BnV, BooknVolume, Contemplation, creative writing, Hounds of Baskerville, Literature, Mental Abstraction, Moriarty, Mystery, passion, Poem, poetry, Sherlock, Tempests, ~Morgan~

In Tempests of Thought Thou first Unspiraled
Mystery to Every mind,
But fact to Thee, like its own fiction spinning;
Are Deductions Simple, that none else shall find.

Casting back Thy Silken Locks, where Thou Gazest sharply,
To Pique Thine Interest fortune Plays a hand,
But Given over to Conscientiousness,
Hint of Thy true nature, to Understand.