English: Pond Reflections Winter Scene. Glebe Gardens. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Pool reflecting world
Surface hiding the true depths
Like most that we see
DWPenner 2003
Angels Drown
My soul is caressed with angel kisses as it tries to drown out my psyche’s lament.
Mags Alden Nov 14, 2014
Stoned Razor Blades
Stoned razor blades,
Strewn over the floor,
Drenched entirely with blood –
As another lost soul bleeds out,
Leaving nothing behind but her fragile skin.
Her mask was cracked.
She could not escape the voices
That were eternally calling her home.
Mags Alden, June 26, 2009
Fragile souls often are more gifted and know what it is to operate out of love.
Screaming Bulb
What happens when your dreams fall from the sky.
When the moon loses its light one bulb at a time,
Can you hear your dreams screaming?
~ Mags Alden, Nov 12, 2014
Poem Chain #1Margaret and I decided to try something different and created a chain of poetry. We decided to see what we would come up with if one of us wrote a poem and then the other wrote what poetry that might inspire in us. Then the other would do so – and-so-on…
Since it was my idea I wrote the first idea. We decided I might start with a poem inspired by a “colour”. Perhaps because I am rather taken with starting the day with a Haiku I instinctively wrote a Haiku and started with my poem “Green, Life in the Raw”.
This led to this 10 poem chain:
We each have our own style and so the poems while inspired by each other are very different from each other and cover a broad spectrum of topics.
I hope you enjoy this project. We plan to do it again some time in the future.
~ Darrell
Leaping | Authspot. This is a spiritual offering from Margaret. I like the imagery involved in it. Her author’s remark — “Returning to Abba’s arms.”
I think “Leaping” is another nice one from Margaret.
~ Darrell
Take a dip into creativity.
Love being splashed by ripples of living water.
Reminding me that nothing is impossible for God.
Fresh possibilities feeding me creative embers
That are near death, smoldering within my soul.
Mags Alden, June 28, 2009
Creativity dribbles from my soul in spurts of creativity sometimes.
Words dribble off the gold trimmed page
Like treacle.
Some portions have a darker tinge
Due to the struggle
Creativity finds in soaring.
Mags Alden, June 23, 2009
Many distractions try to inhibit or completely cut off my creative impulses – but I know that my creativity is a God given Holy Spirit inspired gift, that God has given me to compensate for the struggles I have had to face within my life’s journey.
Weeds have their anorexic knuckles
Clasped around my melancholy neck.
Ready to wrench my head clean off my body –
In a vane attempt to stop
My creativity flowing through my extremities –
Because it knows my soul needs to stoke
The fire of passion to do more than just exist.
Oh weeds loosen your death grasp.
My passion fire is too strong.
Words nourish my soul.
Mags Alden, June 17, 2009
Margaret Alden:
I have to write daily – if not, it’s like my whole body is drained of its life. I have to let my soul fly free and let the words dribble on the page like honey from the Gods. I have to write daily because it is God’s gift to me. I know I’ve got the writing bug because if I don’t write, I’m not whole.
Mags Alden, May 7, 2009
Some prose on writing by Margaret Alden.