When Love is struck
Upon the hands of time,
Waiting with a purpose,
Chaos becomes rhyme.
When Passion is played,
Plucked like a lyre,
Patience finds merit,
Tears become fire.
When Love is promised
Before life takes breath,
Yearning has its answer,
United beyond death.
When Eternity spans
Like the Cosmos turning,
Love Without Ending,
Flames without burning.
When Union is true,
Two Souls share One Heart,
Endings are beginnings,
Never again to depart.
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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.
Shackle me in this Prison of my making,
Torn and Tempted, almost breaking.
Lavishing in the dark pools of the Lost,
Drinking in Delirium
No matter the cost.
Poison from the depths of my Soul,
Frenzy and Ecstasy the only goal.
Lush Timelessness into which I am sinking,
Bowing before idols
Gasping on the Periphery,
Reaching for Contagion I cannot see
Yet You are there, Calling my name
For the End of the Game.
Photograph found on Pinterest
Where there is an Abundance of words
There is an Abundance of Love.
And where there is an Abundance of Love
There exists Endless Possibility.
Where there is a Profusion of Joy
There is a Profusion of Love.
And where there is Profusion of Love
Impossible becomes Reality.
Where there is a Single Grain of Faith
There Abides Excesses of Love.
And where exists Excesses of Love
Union fashions Tranquility.
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Here I stand in the rain falling down on my head,
A Shower of dilemmas, a tempest of dread.
Soaking and cold, imbued with the night,
But not alone in the dark, for You are my Light.
You, O Lord, are my sweetest Treasure,
You are the Love I always remember.
You speak in soft whispers like Fair, Honeyed rain,
Tenderly washing away all my pain.
You are the Thunderstorm deep in the night
That cleanses the Earth and makes Everything right.
You are the Author and Creator of Dreams,
Making the Impossible, Possible, in spite of What seems
Like just rain falling falling, down down on my head;
Not the inexorable dilemma, but the Solution instead.
Photograph found on Pinterest.
Depeche Mode is one of my all time favourite bands…hands down, no contest, don’t have to think twice about it. Love Dave Gahan’s delicious baritone, love the synthetic, tribal quality of the music, love Martin Gore’s tremulous tenor, love his gift with words…. but this particular song has always made me sad. Not because of the obvious reasons though, not because the girl dies or because the poor mother is grief-stricken, (sorry, spoiler alert!) but because Martin, David, and perhaps more than a good share of the audience, doesn’t seem to hear the Miracle contained in the lyrics.
First, if you are unfamiliar with the song, Blasphemous Rumours, then you should take a moment to listen to it before continuing on…(just a suggestion, really)
Sad tale? Yes. God vindictive and unfair? Not likely. Why not? How I can possibly say not? Look at it from another angle:
Sad Girl is lost, alone, hurting, who knows why, we aren’t told. She thinks life is too hard and doesn’t want to go on trying, so she makes the ultimate final attempt, but she doesn’t succeed. (“Thank the Lord for small mercies”..to quote the song.) She fails at failing. It takes time to recover, years, but she comes to the ultimate realization that LOVE is all around her; beautiful, joyful, ever-present, guiding, protecting…like a parent who cares unconditionally, or a best friend who never gives up on you, or like your most precious pet, who adores you unreservedly. She finally understand this LOVE and is Happy.
Suddenly, her time is up. No one can control our finiteness, life is brief. It seems like such a tragedy, especially since she only just found LOVE, but it’s not a tragedy, it’s a Miracle. Had she died without realizing how much LOVE is around her, inside her, watching over her, caring for her, she may never have been happy and she would have died, alone, bitter, lost forever in that pit of despair.(because I believe we go on afterward into what we value, create and share here on earth in this life….but that is another post altogether) …yet because she failed at failing, she succeeds.
She heard the Miracle.
So yes, very sad song, but not for the reasons you thought…
Exceptional music written and performed by Depeche Mode.
Your Inspiration Pours over me
When darkness and shadows abide,
Then I hear Your voice, Sweet and Clear,
And my fear has no place to hide.
Your Inspiration Renews me
When my mind is empty and dry,
Then I see Your vision, True and Bright,
And I don’t need to ask why.
Your Inspiration Sings o’er me
When I need to be Restored,
Then my Faith finds new Strength
And I am Thankful I Endured.
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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!
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.
Shadows may capture the Noontide Sun,
Before the Day is over and done.
Fleeting and Transient, Unstated, Undirected,
Chasing delusion, with Intentions Deflected.
Yet, Residing O’re this Continuum of Sound,
Blessed Inspiration continually Abounds;
Sweet Lyric of Delicate Harmony Sings;
As Faith unfurls her Literary Wings,
Unfettered by All that is inconstant and brief,
Strengthened by Love,
And Undiminished Belief.
Beautiful Image found on Google…Credit Acknowledged to the Original Photographer
Dancing Guides my every step,
Rhythm beats with my heart in Time,
Twirling fills my Thoughts like snowflakes,
Smiles Permeate like words that Rhyme.
In Your Presence Answers Happen
With You Life Becomes Bright and New
Beside You Walking is Much Easier,
Because of You, I know Love and Truth.
Dance with me Through my Every Step,
Beat with my Heart, like Rhythm in Time,
Fill my Thoughts like Pristine Snowflakes,
Permeate my Soul with Rhyme.
Beautiful Photograph found at: 25.media.tumblr.com
“I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude.”
Henry David Thoreau
Peace in Abundance
Flow over me,
Calm these Fears
Of Darkest Night,
with your Soothing,
Peace in Solitude
(Absolutely Gorgeous Image found on Pinterest…Acknowledgment given to the original artist.)
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.
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