Oh, Serenity

Today seems magical
almost - mystical
the sun  hiding amidst clouds
the air I breathe - summer cool
Mist of rain along morning's path
I raise my head up - towards the universe
splendor and enjoyment....will it last?
all that is missing...is my cup of tea
piping hot...oh, serenity!!

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Today is a perfect day to visit my
guilty pleasure - Teavana!   I'm thinking
a cup of samurai chai mate blended with white
ayurvedic chai will suit me to a "tea"

What's YOUR guilty pleasure??




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Poet of the Week

Much gratitude to my friend Rebecca over at Veils of Rapture for allowing me to feature her as the Poet of the Week.  Please follow the link to her page for some more of her fascinating poetry.  Rebecca is gifted, introspective and so kind.  If you would like to be featured as the Poet/Artist of the week, please let me know. 


Sometimes

i love how it feels

when pieces fit together

meticulously in my mind

bordering an infinite vision

bound by this drive

sometimes so hopeful

but then sometimes not

if i crack or split

which i often do

i collect the tears

that puddle in my hands

but sometimes

there are too many

so they escape

between each finger

as if these tiny leaks

were a sign or a message

for me to just let go

sometimes no tears fall at all

even when my heart aches

and suffers through unbearable waves

there will always be faults

that pour from inside

sometimes i know they sting

so i rage to veil my fear

and sometimes that blinds the path

i know i must choose

sometimes though

to keep from going mad

in a mad world

i wish it was all more than just

sometimes.

Scars

they came back to her

in the dark chamber of the night

flashing before her eyes

like the lightning of angry storms

was it a dream state

she couldn't escape

she was fighting

to get her soul back

not strong enough-

not even in her dreams,

they ate her heart-

her sunshine, her sparkle

causing their fool bodies

to glow like the still moon

discarding her gentle soul

to dissipate on that

dark road of unhappiness

how does one live without

a heart or a soul?

Poet of the Week - Craftsman of Light

Thank you, Craftsman of Light at Stars in my Inkpot and Crying Skies for being the first Poet of the Week to be showcased here.  If you would like your writing to be presented here, please feel free to contact me. 



You make my heart ache like a peach tree about to flower
i collapse into the tender words of your letter


Unable to pull myself out from its laughter
i drink from its warm blue skies
Remembering
our tightly enlaced bodies.


Each word unbuttons like your thin white skirt
swaying into my thoughts
on a cool summer morning
till i wore your deeper yearnings
till i wore their silence.


June sprays on our faces
sleeves drenched
hair wet, shoes in the puddles
smiling, deliriously happy
squirming my eyes
i stood in your world.


Have you noticed how the light changes in the sky
when something beautiful drifts into our hearts.

Dreams Linger......

Small little moppet, you little head case
what dreams still linger that you dare to chase?

In the dimly lit, powder room mirror
you long for the past but your eyes see clearer

your once shiny hair, and shimmering eyes
are a thing of the past like distant good byes

You try but are unable to carefully trace
the memories that match all of the lines on your face

You think stigma surrounds you with each turned head

Anxiety bleeds from your pores - you're one step ahead

Be proud of yourself unique as you are -
you are a wish someone made on a luminous star

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xoxo Noelle

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Dreams <3

I have tucked your words
beneath my pillow
in hopes that my dreams
shall capture them and
bring peace to my restless slumber
and maybe, just maybe
for some fleeting moments
before I wake, I shall truly exist
as you have written
me out to be and I may wake
with the proud memory of
my grand performance in the
starring role upon which you
have cast me

P.S.
***Thank you for calling me "perfect" xoxo***

Some Days.....

I get lost, some days
in an irritable web of impatience
which makes my skin itch
as I am bled dry of of strength
in a black hole of anxious thought
swimming in weighted emotions
vascillating from boiling to freezing
...boiling to freezing
some days.....I get lost

Afraid I'll Spill those Lies?

I see clear your face in my past
your wrongs and rights
distance has made me wise
to you and your revolving door
of go away  - come back sentiments
even now as I am to speak
only when spoken to
I see in no uncertain terms
your manipulation of undivided
and unconditional love
you knew not what you did
as ignorance was your guide
but in these here moments you
know the thoughts, words, and actions
that created a division of people
and how you made her dizzy with
jealousy because in fact, her gut
was right just as was mine
I knew you did not break the ties
before that Saturday we had tea
you reached out yet, I knew the lies inside
so now you keep your distance
are you afraid I'll spill your lies?

Poet/Writer of the Week

So, I am thinking of ways I can support poetry, song writing....basically, just writing in general. 

I would like to feature one writer each week on my blog where I post a piece of your work with a link to your blog.

If you are interested, send me an email or leave me a comment here.

Look forward to hearing from you.