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Creative Writing, love, poetry, Writing

January 2, 2020

Happy New Year all! This is my first blog post of 2020; a new decade has risen. I feel fresh, almost as if a new life has been breathed into me. Cliche, yet so true! I have high hopes for this year.

2019 was incredible, well, because I got engaged to the love of my life! But something about 2020 tells me there is more personal growth on the horizon. I am prepared for that, knowing that most growth happens in accordance with challenges, and welcome it with open arms.

I hope everyone feels ready to take on the world in 2020. Let’s do this. 🙂

Creative Writing, love, poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

December 19, 2019

Lens

Adjust your lens sweet child

Sink into the night

Adjust your lens sweet child

Life can be a fright

Adjust your lens sweet child

Step to the light

Adjust your lens sweet child

You will be alright.

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Creative Writing, Dickinson, poetry, Writing

November 1, 2019

Conscious

I heard the rain patter—as I awoke for life –

The silence of the morning

loomed thick, impenetrable in the air –

As the first breath filled my lungs.

 

The trickle of water – timely against the glass payne

Fingers and toes wiggling firm, stretching long

For truth in what’s cognizant – God’s hand in pure

 

Grey – lively trickles, cold and dense—

held pressure to me

The window soon cleared –

And I could finally see.

 

-Angela Prendergast.

Poem inspired by Emily Dickinson. 

Creative Writing, poetry, Writing

Autumnal Aesthetics

 

Gratified – all glory to autumnal aesthetics

For lilac skies, milky cream clouds, hot cider

For burning leaves that crunch, crinkle, clashing their consonances in

the wind.

For round, peeping hollows gleaming, glittering, carved in fright

Their purpose known to those who admire, sharing the story of the steady night

 

Maroons, browns, rich in chocolate allure

Delight, dazzling fire burning – ignite

Beauty in the decayed, when things fall to their end

Praise Autumn!