Page 8 Poems : Inspired By P.8 of Good Wives by Louisa May Alcott

                       The Tale Of  A Thief Who Would Steal No More

           A soul caught between

              worldly ambitions and  true love.

             A robber of hearts was he,

                      yet a nobler soul you could never meet.

                   This is the tale he confessed

                   to me of how his  ambitious nature had

                         tested his convictions and beliefs.

          Glimpses of a fair young maiden

   in a path of moonlight

                                by the river had turned him into a lover of one

                  heart, rather than a thief of many.

The young maiden not like

                     other world-lings seemed to glow and move

                  with ease through the river at night.

The one who told me this tale so desired

her as a companion

that he chose to relinquish

all other hearts he had

once acquired.

Only to find that her heart

was under lock and key to another.

For this young maiden belonged to

the River God who

was not pleased with

others gazing upon her.

So it was the thief laid out

a plan to steal her

away by the light of the day.

He took a net and held her

in it, carrying her away

from the water, from the river.

Soon the River Maiden was

torn inside, her heart

stopped beating, she

was barely alive.

He then realized that

she needed to return to

the river.

He was taking her back by the

moonlight

when the River God

 in anger dared to

pull him under.

The young maiden swam to

his rescue, lay him on the shore

and disappeared into the river.

Returning to his home

he vowed he would search no more

for hearts to be stolen.

Alive, yet his own heart barely beating

in his chest, his soul was undone

by the quest for the heart of just one.

When he passed into the shadows

His other friends and I took it upon

ourselves to lay him in the river

with the fair maiden

whom he loved.

Now when one visits the river

by night, they may

glimpse two glowing forms

in the moonlight

who are sure to be the maiden

and the thief of hearts who shared

his tale with me.

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P.8 Poems: From Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Taking To The Stage

He defied his mother

by facing the audience

as he took to the stage.

He knew it was time

to stop the blame

and take

responsibility for

that which he had

not achieved as

he took to the stage.

This was the time

for him to remove the

mask freeing himself

from the past

as he took to the stage.

He was going to give a speech, the best

speech he would ever give

as he took to the stage.

He wondered suddenly,

‘What will the world think of me now, will

I hear laughs from them?’

Then he faced the audience,

the curtain was raised,

everyone in their place

and it all went smoothly.

As he took to the stage for

the season.

 Andrea Taylor  2013

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The Page 8 Poems – From page 8 of Spirits of The Ordinary By Kathleen Alcala

A DREAM IN PICTURES

 

Sleeping, in the silence of the

desert

animals grazed nearby

where the weeds

were growing despite

the dry sands.

Something

on the horizon

caught the

girl’s eye

as she awoke

a mare hobbled

toward her and

snorted

as if to call her name.

As she climbed

on the horse

with joy

adventure stirred

in her heart and mind.

The dream was just beginning

to unfold

the dreamer

waiting for the pictures

to flicker across the screen

of her mind.

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A New Source of Inspiration…

As I let you know in my last blog, I took part in some of the daily prompts for Poetry Month in April on Poetry Super Highway’s  Facebook page and I have to say my favorite one was the following:

Find the nearest book (of any kind). Turn to page 8. Use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. You may use them in any order, anywhere in the poem.

Submitted by Maggie Westland from Thousand Oaks, California.

Thanks to Maggie I have been inspired to begin a new project.  What I am going to do is take the books that I own and the ones I get out of the library, turn to page 8 and do this exercise.  Thanks Maggie and I can’t wait to begin….

A poem based on the first  the first ten words on page eight of The Outlander  by Gil Adamson  who is an amazing Canadian author by the way

                                                           The War Widow

Headed down to the market

to sell all her goods

the widow tensed up

as she moved through the

empty and war torn streets

it was not going to be easy

this she knew.

Her cart full of valuable trinkets

that would provide her with food.

She had an uneasy feeling

come over her and she

stopped in the track made

by a tank that looked new.

Dropping to her knees

she offered a prayer to

be saved.

When the tank didn’t move

she got up , walked away,

down to the market for

the widow

would live another day.

by Andrea Taylor – May 2013

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Happy Poetry Month…

I have been working on new ideas and brainstorming.  I have been participating in some of the daily writing prompts on Poetry Super Highway on Facebook and I have been getting down to learning about myself and poetry again.  I did start a new storyline arc about a flood-plane and I lost my steam.  I got bogged down in all the details.  I hope you will be patient and bare with me.  I am developing my own voice.  I am learning as I go along.  I will continue to share and post here on WordPress and I am more than happy to have any of you along for the ride.  I have also been reading poetry anywhere I can find it!  I look forward to continuing to connect with you all and would appreciate any input and encouragement you may be able to provide me with.  Sometimes an artist has to step back and take a look at the canvas!  There is a rhythm in every life, one just has to learn how to dance to it.

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Laura’s Floating World

The make-shift raft that

Laura built for

herself and the crying baby she found

held their cold and shaking bodies

as they drifted

along past floating remnants

on the flood plane.

There were skeletons

of buildings and signs

laid to rest in the water.

Laura remembered how

forceful the water had

been that night when the rains

wouldn’t stop.

There were bodies in

the water too.

She carefully moved

around in the calm after

the storm and prayed

that there would

be no more rain.

Again the baby began to cry

Laura hoped they would

soon find food and a perhaps

a shelter from what was

floating by.

Where was Shane  in the floating world out on the flood plane? (pages stuck together after a search was made and dried in the sun).

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How L. Found Herself On the Flood Plane

   L. had arrived at the town set in-between

        two rivers.

   S. had told her “Nothing ever happens here

He told her this was a safe place to be.

L. was thinking while she was beginning

to shed the clothes that

were weighing her down

He really didn’t see this coming’.

She is swimming

toward the CRY

that brought her to

life again.

How could S. not for see

the danger when the rains

began to fall

and the rivers were swelling?

L. knew for sure the CRY

was a baby but ‘how’ she

wondered could a baby

survive?

The pages of the diary are still drying and I am trying to make sure the writing is not lost.. Where S. is has not become known or who the baby is… The waters at this point have not subsided and L. is lost out on the flood plane….

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The Flood Plain..(A NEW STORY ARC)

                         Floating on the sea of despair.  Lying in the water motionless,

             she is waiting

to be RESCUED until she hears

the Cry.

L. realizes that it was

not a CRY from within,

it came from somewhere

out on the sea of the Flood Plane.

The  she remembers that she

was dancing on a tilted floor

as the waters were rising.

What became of S. (where did he

get to in all of this?)?

Then the CRY becomes

more insistent

and she now realizes that

she needs to move.

Yet , she  feels numb

with fear or

is it just wet clothes?

She turns over and sees

what she is part of….

Is it SINK OR SWIM?

This is from the Diary of L. who is in love with S. and at this point she is not sure where he is in the” Sea of Despair” on the flood plain.  The diary is drying and the pages will come unstuck and then perhaps we will find out where the cries came from.

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What’s On My Sleeve?

My heart would be the simple answer to this question, but I have to say it is a little more complex than that.  I have been sharing verse with you that has a specific theme and you know I write about what ever I am drawn to and as this year is coming to a close I am working out how the “FILES OF MS G.” can become a collection and I need to work on that. I will keep you posted.  I know they need some polishing and the narrative needs to be added to.  I am looking at new themes for the coming year and I am finding new sources of inspiration.

I will be back with more in the New Year and look forward to sharing what is on my mind with you and to extend my imagination and creativity in new directions. My heart and my soul are on my sleeve and I am interpreting what I am experiencing and I really can’t wait to share with you what I find.  Until then have a wonderful holiday season, embrace and enjoy your friends, your family and your life.  I look forward to 2013 and finding out what it brings. Let’s keep interpreting our hearts and souls.  I love to experience other people’s creativity and interpretations of the world. May you be bathed in the light of love and creativity.

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Letter: From the Director of the Centre For Point of Impact Studies

                               Letter to this Newspaper: to be printed for our readers

Dear readers,

I assure that there is nothing sinister going on

at our research facilities.

We are healing people

who have suffered from their

point of impact injuries.

All of our patients and test subjects

are here on a voluntary basis.

They are free to leave

at any time.

As for Ms G. investigative reporter

thinking she has uncovered

any wrong-doing

she is free to speak with myself

or any of my staff members at

anytime if she were only

to identify herself

to us

we would be more than happy to

accommodate her.

Her releasing certain files

of our patients has made it necessary

for me to send another letter regarding their

treatments

with full agreement on their part.

This is the first in a series of  letters received from B. Jacobs who is the Head Director of  Welder Industries. Jacobs insists that they relocated their research facilities because the land lease was up.  We will continue to investigate and keep you informed.  Next Week: A letter regarding certain patients and an article regarding our investigative reporter Ms G. who we hope is truly safe and ready to share her stories with us.  If  you or any member of your family have been or are involved with this particular study please contact us for an interview.

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