Ideas are like Stray Cats

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Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #130

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An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.
– Victor Hugo

 

A poet lingers with his thoughts and new ideas

like teenagers and their cigarettes

 loitering by the corner liquor store

they whisper and then scream with laughter like there is no thrill of tomorrow

relishing the adventure upon their lips

true meaning is now

moments leaping into open arms

where the deep kiss of a metaphor

is all that matters

so I explore ideas

like a lover looking for love

yet it is slippery like soap

grasping for words that could wipe away tears

or give them if the light is bright enough

but I have found

they venture closer when I am not looking

like quiet cats creeping

suddenly they are all around me

and I must decide which one to capture first.

 

God's Poetry Flows in Flowers

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Linking with The Sunday Muse for Wed Prompt # 2 Hanami hosted by Toni Spencer
It is a wonderful prompt, so come join us!
Also linking with Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ Writing Poetry hosted by Susan

"Happiness is to hold flowers in both hands."

~Japanese Proverb

God’s poetry flows in flowers

 touched by the barn swallow

  I can hear it in the sway

 of cherry blossom branches

that dance on a breeze

 like a ballerina in Swan Lake

their grace is more

 than a presence or movement   

they reach out and touch

the onlooker

beyond the iris

into the heart

a poem of God written upon our soul.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

The Vastness of the Sea

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Linking with Poetry Jam for "the sea" prompt.
 

 For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.
~e.e. cummings

 If standing before the vastness of the sea
you cannot find from within yourself
just one grain of hope rising up
as you look at the ocean holding up the sky
like a banner for all to see
revealing that there is somthing greater
and more powerful holding everything
together...
...if in just that one moment you cannot
find just one grain of hope then
like a lost grain of sand...
...you may never find it at all....




A Recovering Poet

 

 

 I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am. ~Sylvia Plath




A few years ago I watched the movie "Julia and Julia".  I became fascinated by the idea of having a voice out in the blogasphere.  Speaking my thoughts out loud and actually having someone listen.  It became another branch of a dream that I already had stirring in the winds of my heart and mind, and I knew that it was something that I would eventually do. 

It was not long after those thoughts that my world took a turn that I had never expected.  I was faced with the stress of an adult child with a severe drug addiction.  I cannot express how devastating it was for me, but somehow through out that period I took the time to create my blog and started plugging away at writing and making my voice heard.  Little by little I met other bloggers to follow that also followed me.  I came across a blog called Poets Who Blog. At the time I was unaware it was not an active site so I left my email and a link to my site.  Within a month of that time I was contacted by Robert Lloyd the founder of another wonderful and still very active site called "Poet's United".  Since then there has been no turning back. 

My life has changed in many ways since then.  I am now divorced, living in an apartment with my son.  It is hard sometimes, but I always have something new to write about, and that is a good thing.  I have found that I write more in adversity than I do in the complacency of easy times, but I do write either way.  All I can hope for now is that I will find inspiration and a true muse in the good times that I hope await.

Selected Essays

"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say."

~Anaïs Nin

 

 

 

 

  

I wanted to gather together some of the essays that I had written over the years and have them in one place.  These are the ones that I wanted to share again.  I hope that get somethings more from them the second time around.


All That Can Be Saved

Beautiful Free Bird

A Slow Lightening

Like Etchings in Stone

Building a Life

One Big Prayer, This Windmill and A Dog Named Slick

Balloons For Heaven

Under His Umbrella

Everyday In Heaven