Creative Writing Saturday

It Felt Love

How
Did the rose
Ever open its heart
And give to this world
All its
Beauty?
It felt the encouragement of light
Against its
Being,
Otherwise,
We all remain
Too
Frightened. ~ Hafez

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Quote Tuesday

Sunset at Woodbine Beach after a rainstorm. Th...

Sunset at Woodbine Beach after a rainstorm. The sky is two-toned and there is a horizontal gradient in the middle mixing into a soft pastel purple. Taken at Woodbine Beach, Toronto, Canada. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This week, I have two quotes that I hope will speak to you. Enjoy!

“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.”  ~ Rumi

“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.”  ~ Gustave Flaubert

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Creative Writing Saturday

The Earth seen from Apollo 17.

The Earth seen from Apollo 17. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

All The Hemispheres

Leave the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out

Like a welcomed season
Onto the meadows and shores and hills.

Open up to the Roof.
Make a new water-mark on your excitement
And love.

Like a blooming night flower,
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
And giving
Upon our intimate assembly.

Change rooms in your mind for a day.

All the hemispheres in existence
Lie beside an equator
In your heart.

Greet Yourself
In your thousand other forms
As you mount the hidden tide and travel
Back home.

All the hemispheres in heaven
Are sitting around a fire
Chatting

While stitching themselves together
Into the Great Circle inside of
You. ~ Hāfiz

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Creative Writing Saturday


English: A 1951 Model 500 telephone from my ow...

English: A 1951 Model 500 telephone from my own collection. Taken by ProhibitOnions, 2007. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Quiet World

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe. ~ Jeffrey McDaniel
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