Showing posts with label magic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label magic. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 28, 2020

Carpe Diem New Beginnings: Candlelight


shall I make a toast
by candlelight some evening
to the fairy friends

~cie~

I am sorry, but I didn't read the instructions. This is just a little story Senryu, not a Fusion-Ku. Please feel free to throw overripe produce at me. I am, as usual, an idiot.



Perhaps Grover and Clem's chums Nervous Ned and Darlin' Dolly could serenade the fairies.

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Troiku Challenge 2019: Day 13: Fireflies


steamy night
fireflies
out in the rain

steamy night
near marsh or swamp or wet field
dank, cloying odor

fireflies
once upon a time I thought
they were fairy steeds

out in the rain
sometimes I can remember
belief in magic

Jim & Cie


Notes:
The "sleigh" of this Troiku was created by modern Haiku poet Jim Kacian. The Three Horses of the Apocalypse are to be blamed on me.
I don't believe in magic or much of anything else these days. But sometimes when it rains I can remember how it felt to believe.

Friday, September 30, 2016

30 Days of Haiga 2016: Day 30: Purple Cloak

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Original Image:

Words by Helena (H.P. Liebekraft)
Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

https://19planets.wordpress.com/
  
Note:
That's the end of this year's 30 Days of Haiga
But it's not the end of the poetry!
Please join us tomorrow for our third year of participation in OctPoWriMo!

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Alone in a Private Hell

Alone in a Private Hell

An amicable soul, in some ways childlike
Unadorned and understated, sometimes silly, never frivolous
In some ways always lonely and misunderstood
Now trapped within a mind like a house long abandoned
Where the light of love cannot touch the soul-crushing loneliness

~Cie~


Lillie McFerrin Writes


Notes:
We are currently not participating in blog hops although we still like to use the writing prompts. 
I personally am not really up to doing much in the way of return visits, and it's kind of rude to ask people to visit me if I'm not going to visit them back.
I'm also not much up to having me or my work be scrutinized right now. 
I'm sick and tired of being the crazy person getting the conciliatory pat on the head. 
"There there, Crazy Cie. Isn't it nice that you express these feels of yours through your art? Aw, how broken you are. So glad I'm superior to you." 
I'm tired of having it be implied that the way I feel is somehow wrong or childish or sick and twisted. 
I'm tired of having it implied that there should be a time limit on my grief.
I'm tired of it being implied that my every thought is due to my fucking brain chemistry.
I'm tired of being told that I shouldn't express my heart because the soul is an outdated concept.

I once had a (sanctimonious) person ask why I publish what I write if I don't want to receive "constructive criticism" on it.
Well, I didn't publish it for you, Asshole.
I publish it on the off chance that there's someone out there who's like me; someone who's adrift in a sea of misunderstanding, who may really need to hear what I have to say, to know that they aren't the only lonely, misunderstood weirdo in the Universe.
That is who I do it for.

Then I do something else.
I read it aloud to the man in the picture above. 
I'm not in the room with him, so I'm not reading it where his physical ears can hear it. 
I read it to his soul.
Because he's lonely and afraid and doesn't know what's happened to him.
So I hope his soul can sense that someone cares about him, and maybe he'll be a little less afraid and sad.
I do this, and I believe it may help, because I choose to believe it does.
The end.

He would actually get this better than most people. 
Which is one of the big reasons why I've loved him for the past 38 years, and will for all time.


Sunday, November 23, 2014

Saturday, October 25, 2014

OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 25


An Ode to Team Netherworld

My kindred spirits
Sometimes we worry too much
About what others think
Of the things we create

Who knows, maybe it's even true
That everybody else
Thinks our work is silly
Stupid
Ludicrous
Ridiculous
Twisted
Sick

They might cry that it isn't canon
Or that borrowing characters is the sign of an immature mind
Some have even said
That people who write the kind of stuff we do
Tend to be damaged individuals
So they write "shell" characters

Well, I say, maybe all that's true
But I counter it with this

I find the scenarios we create fascinating
Our characters, both original and borrowed, captivating
We create situations both zany and enchanting
Although many of us have given up on real life romance
We can't resist the magnetic pull
Of writing about two characters
Who become drawn to each other
In an irresistible dance

The magic may have gone out of many of our waking lives
Our souls crushed under the burden of debt
Of physical pain and emotional stress
Of bearing up under the weight of a lifetime of mental illness
There are no fairy godmothers for us
But we can be the fairy godmothers of our world

Maybe what we write is trite
Maybe nobody but us would want to read it
Maybe some would find us evil or stupid for loving magic
"This stuff could never happen," they say
"Come into the real world," they say
"Be more practical," they say

But we've seen the real world
And it hurts
And when it hurts we can opt to go deeper
Into that magical world of our own

~Spectra~

I love you guys so much.
Being part of our special world may literally have saved my life.
Thank you.


http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/poetry-prompts-magic-and-possibilities.html

Word Prompts:

Fascinating
Captivating
Enchanting
Magnetic
Irresistible

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

30 Days of Haiga 2014: Day 24

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Original Photo:

Magical Verse:
Tempest Nightingale LeTrope

Mystical Photoshop Manipulation:
Cie Cheesemeister


Tempest Note:
I think that this might be the sort of nursery that Ron and Hermione might create for their children.