NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 12 + April PAD Challenge 2020 Day 12: Spirit of the Wood

walking at the end of day

I feel as if I'm not alone

who my companion is, I cannot say

walking at the end of day

will the spirits come to play?

their faces they have never shown

walking at the end of day

I feel as if I'm not alone

~cie~

NaPoWriMo: Write a Triolet

April PAD Challenge: Write a "spirit" poem

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #98: Choka: Angels and Birds in Flight

Image by Christine Sponchia from Pixabay

soar and drift away

spread your wings and float away

flutter high in air

lifting up for bird's eye view

glide on the current

take off and rise up so high

hover overhead

levitate, luff, and then dive

flap and float about the sky

~Cie~

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Pepper's Fetch

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I can feel you near

I can see you in my mind

But not with my eyes

From Pepper

With love for Gerry

Notes:

I believe we technically followed the prompt today. We were asked to create a poem about something magical. Gerry Clifford certainly qualifies.

Pepper initially encountered Gerry while working in a retirement community on the night shift. Gerry was not a resident of said retirement community, located in Lawrence, Kansas. He was thousands of miles away in London. However, his physical brain was badly impaired. He was a spirit still attached to his body, a being described in Irish folklore as a "Fetch."

Pepper knew who Gerry was. He was drawn to her by the intensity of her sadness upon learning of his fate. However, the instant they encountered one another, it became clear that there was another force drawing them together, something which Pepper initially tried to deny for fear of being hurt again as she had been so many times before. 

Gerry was the one being in the entire Cosmos for whom Pepper would refute her vow never to allow herself to fall in love again. Her resistance didn't last long. 

30 Days of Haiga 2017: Day 17: Signature

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For Gem with all my love

OctPoWriMo 2015: Day 11: I Did It My Way

I Did It My Way

When they sneered at me

And what I believe

When they tried to force me to see things their way

I went ahead and did it my way

When they told me I was zany

Said that my thoughts were evil

That I wasn't fit to be among decent people

I kept on doing it my way

When they called me nefarious

Said that I was consorting with the devil

Just because I talk to ghosts

I still did it my way

Sometimes their words made me unhappy

Many times my heart was broken

But lying about my truth would bring no joy

So I always did it my way

Perhaps to those in the mainstream

My beliefs seem a little extreme

But I always try to be good and do right

At the heart of it all, that's my way

~Spectra~

Notes:

I'm Spectra, and I do Tarot readings and speak to those beyond the veil. I've always had psychic abilities. I grew up in a small town, and the rumors flew. I got tired of trying to convince closed-minded people that I wasn't Satan's sister, so I just let them talk. 

Eventually I moved away and didn't have to deal with them any more. Sadly, the world as a whole is rife with closed-minded attitudes.

It's hard to believe, but there are still plenty of people who think that "witch" equates with "devil worshiper." 

If anyone else has esoteric beliefs or simply an open mind and a desire to make the world a better place, you might be interested in Team Netherworld's Open Minded Search for Truth page.

Truth is not one size fits all. We are all walking our own path. The one thing we all must do, first and foremost, is harm none. That includes not spreading lies about those whose paths are different from our own.

Alone in a Private Hell

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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~

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.

Spirit of Love

May the loveless ones

Be kissed by the breath of wind

And know acceptance

~Thalia~