My Name Means Gold

My Name Means Gold

I am my own smith
And life is my crucible
The longer I set myself on fire
The more I am purified
Unmined— my heart rests
Hidden beneath the inferno
Needing no affirmation
That my name means gold

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

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Here’s a late entry written for A to Z Challenge: Letter M.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter. ❤ I’m sorry I haven’t been able to reply to all of your comments, it’s been a busy week. And oh, I’m on a RED ALERT! I have ran out of scheduled posts for the A to Z. Gaaaa! So here I am, dragging my lazy butt (and muse), trying to catch up. -.-

Today’s photograph is entitled My Name Means Gold by Reylia Slaby. You can find more of her works on her Facebook Page and Instagram account.

YAY! Let the challenge commence!

Read more 2017 A to Z Challenge entries here!

Shadows Smile

Shadows Smile

Each night I am reminded of how long I have been walking alone. As the moon casts its light and my shadow walks with me, I count the days, the months, the years. I remember the girl who once strolled lazily with a wistful heart. I remember the girl who once walked in haste, too eager to find the comfort of her pillow. I remember the girl who once staggered, too tired with the intricacies of her world. I remember the sudden stops at the corner of 6^th street to see the moon.

Now, all grown and wise, I see a woman behind the dark outline. And I see her for what she really is— a braveheart. Some would say a solitary shadow on a moonlit night is that of a sad soul. But I’d say, most often, the woman behind the shadow smiles.

A silhouette walks
And befriend the silent night—
The crescent moon smiles

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

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In response to dVerse’s Haibun Monday: The Shadow Knows

I took this photo on one of my solitary walks after work. I’ve always wondered what people see just by looking at the shadow alone. Would they see a sad soul or a happy heart? Only the shadow knows… Thanks Toni for this prompt! I’ve finally wrote something about this one.<3

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Becoming Myself

Becoming Myself

I have long roamed the earth
Searched the streets for a soul
That would look beyond the mask
See the woman behind
The fifty shades of beauty
The cherry tainted lips
The long, curled lashes
And make me realize that
My unbecoming is the becoming
That I’ve been waiting all along

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

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Written for A to Z Challenge: Letter B.

Today’s photograph is entitled Becoming Myself by Reylia Slaby. You can find more of her works on her Facebook Page and Instagram account.

YAY! Let the challenge commence! 😀

Read more 2017 A to Z Challenge entries here!

The Rule of Eleven (aka The Blue Sky Tag)

Sooo… my two far-away besties here in blogosphere, Rosema and Jade, recently posted the Rule of Eleven open tag. How did my lazy butt get dragged into this?  HAHA! But really, since I enjoyed your answers a lot and I can’t miss the fun you girls are having… here’s mine. 😀

DISCLAIMER: This is a long one coz I answered both sets of questions. Should I call this The Rule of 22? lol

I Dare You

I Dare You

I dare you to move.
Plunge into my love and I will not resist nor will I stop you from swimming the depths of me. I will hand you the freedom to bathe in my warmth but be careful not to drown. For my love can be still as water or can come in waves.

I dare you to touch.
Wrap me in your arms and I will not fight back. I will build no solid wall so that our souls can stare right into each other and that our touch can reach beyond the skin. But do not attempt to own me for I belong to no man.

I dare you to fall.
If, by this time, you have swum my depths without drowning and you have touched this soul without owning, I dare you. There is a reason I keep a warning sign to this heart. Proceed at your own risk— you have been warned.

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Moonflower

Moonflower

A curled moonflower
Awaits the silent night
Unrolling the light
She long kept inside
Madness laced with beauty
Art dripping from her mouth
The night is her solace
The dark quell her doubts
And light shines from her eyes,
The moon and stars above

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Fantasy Art by Lyrica Ray

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In response to dVerse’s Quadrille–: Curl

After a fun-filled holiday break, dVerse Poets’ Pub is back on track starting off with a quadrille hosted by Bjorn. Do check his excellent piece entitled, No Cocooning. Let’s get drunk in poetry, shall we?

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