Kaleidescope

Happy 3rd Saturday of 2016! Please enjoy today's post.

The road turns as does the picture
Every choice, a nuance
Every moment, a fractal
The picture
Will never again
Be what it was before
Now is now
Always new
Staying in the past is like
Asking your wings
Dry and strong
To fold up
Hold up
While you figure out
What you're trying to be
Reflection is good sometimes
But you've got flying to do
Hills
Valleys
Mountains
Water fountains
Dancing with the air
Every beat of the heart
Of the wing
Creates a new thing
And the old will never be
Again

With words, songs, and prayers,
Tiffany V

With the Old and the New

Goodbye 2015, here is a post to consider on the way out!


This 1

Blackbird
Bluest Eye
Bone straight hair
Skinny thigh
This is not I
This is part I
This in part I
This impart I
Winged creature fly
Dragon
Fly
Dragonfly
This is I
This is why

One of the good parts of 2015 - one of the lessons...

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 This 2

This is the time

To sit, to sip

To look, to listen

This is the space

For pondering, for dancing

For writing, for singing

This is the joy

Loving, giving

Hoping, living

This is the work

The owning, the learning

The changing, the earning

Thank you for the trip 2015!

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With words, song & prayer
Tiffany V

Brown Round Things - For Somi

You India me
About my hair
I am not it
But you've tagged me
Calling me out
Sliding down my beloved ringlets
I'm it now
Finally home
After Celtic journeys
Those knots
Not my nots
My nots are no longer my knots
I am a yes now
I own it
I say it out loud
I am the black fae
Hidden from me
By my own self
Til
Recently
I
My own wicked stepsister
But now I've saved them
Save my brown round things
No longer for sale
I've apologized
And now I'm planting seeds
I stand hopeful
Cynical
With my sisters
And brothers
Us sistas and bruthas
Us Fae
Not African
Not American
But here nonetheless
And thanking you
For calling out
The brown round things
For sale



With words, song & prayer, TiMo

Two Gold Lines

Hey hey! Here is your Saturday Post!

This is my time, to sit, to sip, to look, to listen
This is my space, for pondering, for dancing, for writing, for singing
This is my joy, loving, giving, hoping, living
And learning
Let's not forget that

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I am tacitly mindful of the length of my posts, and weight of my words. Someone taught me, I think it was Mom, that words are like toothpaste - once out of the tube, they can't go back in. I've been failing, and succeeding at that whole "keep it in the tube" way. Even the bible talks about it - "The tongue is a “small part of the body” (James 3:5), yet Proverbs 18:21 says it “has the power of life and death.”" There are a great deal of self-help books and gurus who basically say the same thing, "watch what you say...", and I just want to shout out to the writers... WATCH WHAT YOU SAY! Watch it grow, change people, start or stop wars. King David was a psalmist. Solomon was a song writer. I am a griotte! I claim it. I own it. I walk in it. And I share the joy of it. As you may or may not know, my first solo book of poetry has been published, and I can't be more humbled by the hard work that so many people put in. Thornton Sully, CEO of A Word With You Press, saw me at one of his writer's group dinners, and became my friend and mentor, even though he's admitted to lacking weight as a connoisseur of poetry. But for my non-poetry works, he's a beast of an editor (in the best way), and someone whose criticism I truly respect.

A Word With You Press has a contest with a 7.00 entry fee and a 350 word limit. The contest ends this coming Wednesday. Even though my book is now in their catalog (with more to come!), and I will never win because I'm basically staff, I submit a piece every time there's a contest. I will always participate, not just because of the awe-inspiring feedback, but because I believe in the mission of this publishing house - to put gravitas on a low carb diet. As the type of poet I want to be -  well, gravitas comes with the pen and paper. Yes, tech aside, I have journals everywhere...

​I digress.

The following was edited out of my submission, but it's so fun to write, and every time I read it I smile to myself... Enjoy!​

Mama has been harpin’ on Brook to “cover her cooty cat ‘fore the smell of her in heat attracts all the Tom cats from Dana Point”. Maybe if I dressed like that for Kimber, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Yeah right, my sexiness was never an issue. It always came back to the kids.

If you would like to read the full piece Two Gold Lines, please click here...

With words, song & prayer
TiMo

Thorn & Me - The Day He Saw the Book 

P.S.
Blackbird
Bluest Eye
Bone straight hair
Skinny thigh
This is not I
This is part I
This in part I
This impart I
Winged creature fly
Dragon
Fly
Dragonfly
This is I
This is why