A very happy 3rd birthday to our dear Mirakee!! I'm celebrating by taking the day off (maybe several), to deal with a dental drama. No cake for this party pooper! Y'all can eat my piece, how's that?! Three cheers for Mirakee! Woot!! ❣❣❣❣❣❣
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P.S. Hey y'all, be sure to check out your fantastic fellow writers under my #ceesreposts hashtag! You'll be glad you did! And so will I, because I could really use the help with reading and reposting all those posts!
Before the morning sun appears, I'm awoke with poetry in my ears A sweet melody to awake all God's creatures, they seek rest neath the stars, twilights, best features, if chittering were lyrics, it would be a love song, the sliding horn sound is so moving, you'll want to sing along, it sings tirelessly each day for it has a cheerful heart, the sweet singing slows to a lullaby, as the twinkling stars impart, There perched, are singing Thrush, and they're calling it a day, stick around and watch the sunrise, and let's hear what they have to say
In honor of Guru Purnima, I wanted to share this previously posted piece of mine that I wrote in 2018. I've always viewed Mirakee as an extended family of writers and a home away from home. Blessed to be learning with all of you!
There comes a time When a poet must Let go, it is a Cold and crushing despair That tells him that The last love story Was told a thousand Years ago, and Unknowingly all he has Done is carry on the Legacy of those that Came before him But today is the day That he finally decides To bury the gift Of his ancestors.
It is a universal truth That the readers maketh A writer, but you must Know that every word I Pen is a fragment of My soul that I willingly Forsake, they are children Of a God that rarely Answers my prayers If I must kill characters That you have grown to Love, it is because they Must die, it is a decision I make without remorse But always with conscience.
Cerulean is my salvation It is a word I seek out Over and over again But all it has done Is led me down a Path bereft of redemption My eyes can still see In diagonal lines but They are clouded by A film of tunnel vision It must go, and it must go Tonight, because tonight I have faith that a new Path exists, but tomorrow I might find myself hurtling Towards a one way Ticket to perdition.