“A Language of Our Own” – a poem

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A Language of Our Own

Checking the minutes as they tick away on the clock,

my belly tightening in anticipation,

I try to keep myself busy.

Sometimes I still feel like that girl again –

when everything was new, the excitement was maddening –

I don’t think one can ever get used to it entirely.

Woman biting her lip

Gravel crunching outside,

my heart speeds up and I wonder…

Could it be?

Footsteps come up the walk and I open the door.

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It’s you, the reason I have for breathing, for being –

I was made for you.

I’ve known in my soul forever, it seems.

We kiss and embrace.


In your arms, the world feels right once more,

everything is brighter,

more beautiful.


My heart yearns deeply for you.

We look at each other then.

Sometimes words aren’t necessary.

I know when you’re worried or sad, even happy.

I can see the…

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Sunshine 10


Electrifying energy,
mystic melodies divine,
filled with a mixture
of darkness and light —
from ethereal moments
transcending the mind
to the recesses
and dark corners
where sun never shines
and where birds never sing,
where it’s impossible to know
the twists and turns life brings.

But I’m curious about them
and fascinated by each one,
especially when finding myself
upon the edge of the dark
and drifting into that narrow space
between day and night
where a sense of adventure
overtakes my fears
while struggling to maintain
that balance I seek.

For upon that fine line
where day meets the night,
I dance as the darkness
descends upon the ebbing light,
embracing each one of them
just before the moon and stars
illuminate the darkness
and transcend it all
with a pervasive and subtle glow,
where forever will be imprinted
upon this heart of mine.

For if it…

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The seller of dreams

Jane Dougherty Writes

Poem inspired by twitter friend and muse, Luigi La Ragione.
Painting by Caspar David Friedrich

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You sold me dreams of smoke without fire,
The clouds you rode dissolved in rain,
The blue you painted across the sky,
Torn and rent let through the night.
You poured me an ocean of restless waves,
That rolled over shadows of jagged rocks.
The rainbow smiles were for the others,
The promises made were words in the wind.
You wrote your heart in ripples of water,
And walked away in the cold light of the stars.

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Poesy plus Polemics

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Painting by SurgencyArt
From deviantart.com

deer seem to prefer
my sweet gardens
to exclusion of
foraging wild
far be it from me
to complain
of their visits
for clearly they’ve
nicely been cultured
so graceful expressive
and downright polite
are these ruminant
woodland arbiters
having sharp sense
of good taste

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3 Days 3 Quotes: Day 3

Jane Dougherty Writes

Last day of the challenge, and a quote from my favourite poet, WB Yeats. It was hard to choose a few lines, there is so much beautiful imagery in Yeats. The following lines are from one of his best-loved poems, The Lake Isle of Innisfree.

The painting is by Akseli Gallen-Kallela


I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds on the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Thanks to Emily for nominating me 🙂 I’m passing on the challenge to Merril Smith .

Rules are simple (though I realise I haven’t followed them to the letter) to post a favourite quote a day for three days, and each day to pass on the challenge to three other bloggers.

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She walks through the empty morning

Jane Dougherty Writes

Painting by Van Gogh


In the cool of the morning,

I walk beneath the roses,

Light sifted pink and white,

Perfume dripping with the dew.

Birch tree drips with birdsong,

Falling in dapples about my feet.

I walk, and the mist parts,

Rising from the river into the blue air.

I walk, listening to the quiet rush

Of the tressed water,

Tangling and untangling,

On its way to the sea.

In the cool wind from the west, I walk,

Listen to the silence falling,

At my back the sun rises,

At my face the rising wind.

Wind from the sea in my face,

And instead of the honey of your lips,

I taste the salt,

Though I cannot tell,

Perhaps it is the taste of my tears.

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Interview with Margaret Rowland by K J Rollinson

I’ve reblogged this to Marsocial Poet’s post, in case anyone is interested. Margaret Rowland is a very talented poet.

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This week’s interview is with a very talented lady. She is friend at WordPlay Writers’ Forum, a group we belong to in Spain. Her short stories are delightful, but as she says herself, her first love is poetry. She has a beautiful speaking voice, and she recites her poetry at Open Mic sessions. She once dyed her hair bright pink to recite the following poem. Part of which I copy here. The rest can be seen in ‘Give Voice to Verse’ by Margaret Rowland, available on Amazon.

Crazy Lady

I want to be this crazy old lady
Who dyes her hair pink gives waiters the wink
And doesn’t have to think about consequences
I want to wear spotty tops and stripy bottoms
at the same time, and with odd socks?
I want to,dance all night long, shout at the moon
Stay in bed until noon if I want…………

1. Please…

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Cool News!

I won the PnPAuthors Contest for poetry! Check out my winning poem in this new anthology!

Marie Lavender- Multigenre Author

I won the 2015 PnPAuthors Contest for poetry! My winning poem, “Lovers Like Us”, ended up in an anthology with the other participants, but I got the first page. How awesome is that? 😉

Poets & Writers in Action is comprised of both poetry and short stories. A few other writers that made it into the anthology were Deepak Menon, Robin White, Terry Gilbert, Raven Wilkie, Vinita Singh, and several more.

Here is the book, released just yesterday, with my poem! If you check out the ‘preview’ option on the site, you can read the poem if you scroll through the first few pages! 🙂


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“In Your Arms” – a poem

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In Your Arms

In your arms I’ve found my place,

I can finally breathe,

learn to let go of some of life’s stressors.


In your arms I am at peace,

the world melts away until it’s only us,

our quiet breaths,

our shared connection,

only you and me and nothing else matters,

your caressing hand a sign of your affection,

the loving look in your hazel eyes.


In your arms I am free,

I can be more,

more than I ever thought possible,

I can try new things,

be stronger.


In your arms I find you to be a healer,

you cleaned up the messes the others left,

you sealed my wounds until I was whole again.


In your arms I’ve found my purpose,

the reason we always thought this was destined,

two souls so alike at the core yet different in other ways,

needing a kindred…

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