Morning in the Desert (a poem)

Watching the horizon, bright sun rising above
baking the desert this lonely morning

I came here for mystical union, total silence
but the mighty sun cares not this morning

What of the Desert Fathers, who searched for love
retreated to their cells in the morning?

Did they unlock secrets, away from violence
find perfect solitude in quiet mornings?

I’ve read their books, listened to their tales,
but the words escape me this morning

I want my eyes to be removed of scales,
like St. Paul seeing Jesus in the morning

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What’s Imagery in Poetry and Fiction?

Sometimes, I write blog posts to educate myself about things I’m interested in. This is one of those times. As a writer and avid reader, I’ve often heard the term “imagery” in poetry and fiction and didn’t know exactly what it meant.

So, I did some research and will explain (as best I can) what imagery in poetry and fiction is and how writers can best use it.

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The Man Made of Smoke (a poem)

The man made of smoke,
he drifts here and there
with his fancy hat
and long black hair

We smell him wherever he goes,
the puff of smoke he leaves behind,
in a blink of the eye, he’s gone,
it truly blows one’s mind

The man of smoke is not wise,
nor is he very handsome,
but, hey, he’s got a special talent,
and for that we all like him.

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Held Prisoner (a poem)

I can swear I heard waves,
gently washing on a shore,
but I could not see an ocean,
for I was locked under the cellar door

The wild man put me here,
after pounding my head on the floor,
he danced in the moonlight,
he never told me what for

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Tectonic Plates (a poem)

Pursuit of self-awareness, never complete
under layers of self-deception
and hidden motives causing
sabotage of self – so much self
like a rocket ship
in self-destruction mode
exploding into millions of
tiny shards while you’re
circling a planet of selves –

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