Weaving Gold

Mokosha, Anastasia Sophia, and Me, Natalia . . . while the books are written

And Again

Sing me a flower.
Unleash fount of creation.
Revive half-dead hope.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #106 Sing&Flower – ronovanwrites https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2016/07/18/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-106-singflower/


World Between the Worlds

In the calm after the storm
a window to heaven opens.
Like Polly and Digory,

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Peace-Seekers’ Benediction

The calm before the storm titillates,
tantilizes with its foreboding foretelling.

Sooner or later,
eletric bolts and gods’ chest-thumping
chase creatues into lairs, or snares,
to wait out the purge.

Venture out
with slowness, in silence.

Cleansed leaves glisten.
Sweet scents delight.
Birdsong resumes
in the calm after the storm. 

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Ugly Duckling

Puny paltry wings
Stretch. Await grandeur. Beg time.
Cygnet foretells swan.


#haiku #iSeeBeauty

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #105-Time&Grow –

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Summer Pleasure

Summer sprinkle stops.
Grey sky peels to reveal
swirl of white. Delight!


Blank Canvas

After the heart has been broken,
After the body’s been bled,
drained, depleted,
A stray spark sets the husk afire.

White-hot flame incinerates,
destroys, ashifies
what remained when all was already gone,
liberaring secreted seed.

Deprived desired death
life insists:
Grow on.


How Now?

How can I be
Lost in a sea
   an ocean
   a multiverse
of obfuscation

Swimming in despondency
Flailing through atrocity
Sensing expansiveness
Failing to grasp the life-ring: clarity

How can I crawl
Survive vicious brawl
   viscous battle
   world war
of Dark versus Light

Lying low and hiding
Weeping, quivering, biding
Feeling terror
Too weak to reach helping hands that might not be there

How can I fly
Glide through the sky
   the cosmos
   the omniverse
of potentiality

Soar in delight
Enjoy day and night
Drenched in magnificence
Living free

for Kate and Carrie



Springtime Mystery

Bundle of green leaves
What are you becoming when
Whorls unfurl




makosh_s.jpgWords that flowed
from Divine Inspiration.
Tidbits gathered
with painstaking research.
Sentences strung together
rearranged, rewritten,
reconsidered a hundred times.
Questioned. Criticized. Corrected.
Changes suggested.
“Give me more!” — when I think
I’ve given all I have to give.

New awareness!
Scope expansion.
Reaching farther back.
Writing deeper in.


Sister Wisdom Found


18077814Weaving together the stories of Diana Morgan, a low-rung Oxford scholar, and Myrina, founder of the Amazons, Lost Sisterhood is a tale of adventure, ancient secrets, love, and wisdom. I loved the book and marked several quotes. Today, I’m sharing a few favorites for Writers’ Quote Wednesday.

So now you know why I think all talk of borders and colors and nationalities is absurd. People try to pin you down on a map and paint you a certain color to make everything simple. But the world is far from simple, and intelligent human beings don’t like to be pinned down and painted by some hand in the sky, whether it belongs to a god, a priest, or a politician.

Anne Fortier
 grew up in Denmark, but immigrated to the United States in 2002. She holds a Ph.D. in the History of Ideas and co-produced the Emmy-winning documentary Fire and Ice: The Winter War of Finland and Russia (2005). Her first novel in English, JULIET (2010), was published in over 30 countries and became a New York Times bestseller.

Only kings are put in writing, you know. Kings and heroes. The rest of us are but fading echoes in the valley of eternity.

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Here, we chop wood to keep warm. If you think that’s amateurish, all I can say to you is this: You are more vulnerable than you think.


030816_1826_writersquot1.pngMy contribution for #WQW