Posted in Blogs, tagged Author, Blog, FreeVerse, Madness, Muse, Poem, Poetry, September, Write, Writer on September 17, 2016| 1 Comment »
I write because it frees me.
Because it heals me.
Because it eases my heart,
… my mind, and my soul.
I write because it’s who I am.
A writer, an author
– a lover of history and its mysteries,
and a lover of people’s uniqueness.
I don’t want to be rich or famous.
I don’t write to one day be a celebrity.
I write to clear the whirlwind in my head.
Some days the breeze is gentle.
Some days it is a hurricane.
Posted in Blogs, tagged Beginning, Bliss, Blog, Class, College, Joy, Poem, Poetry, Write, Writer on April 27, 2014| Leave a Comment »
For the final assignment of my New Media: Writing/Publishing course I created a PowerPoint presentation to share a message about who I am as a writer. I’m including it here for all of you as well. I hope you enjoy it.
Posted in Blogs, Poems, tagged Blog, Fall, Home, Joy, July, Poem, Poetry, Season, Summer on July 16, 2013| Leave a Comment »
It’s the middle of July now, and I admit I am one of those people that complain about the heat. I like BBQs and swimming, but there is not much else I like about summer – except maybe ice cream and the fact that I don’t have to put shoes on to go outside.
I’m a Northern girl, so I’m comfortable in the cold. That doesn’t mean I don’t complain in February when we have four feet of snow in the front yard and the temperature hasn’t been above zero for a week. However, I do prefer the milder seasons of spring and fall to the heat of summer and the frigid, bone chilling cold of deepest winter.
Therefore, in mid July, when I can’t tell the difference between the temperature outside and inside my house, all I’m longing for is a nice long cold snap. Sorry folks, but it’s true.
So, to get us in the mindset of cooler weather here is a little poem about November.
November
The air is cool,
and the sky is bright – at night.
The frequent rain is ice cold,
and mornings are dark and dreary,
It is hard to start the day
when it looks like it is time for bed.
I toss and turn, not finding sleep
when the sky is so bright at night.
What a topsy-turvy world
daylight savings time creates.
Frosted leaves crunch under our feet
with each and every step we take.
Windows full of steam and fog
turn into frosty paintings.
Occasionally, white flakes float around,
raining down on the earth
It is too soon for the snow to stay,
but not to foreshadow the blizzards of winter.
Posted in Blogs, Poems, tagged Apple, Autumn, Blog, Fall, Family, FreeVerse, Home, Joy, Poem, Poetry, Pumpkin, Season, September on September 22, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Today is the first day of autumn, my favorite time of the year. I love everything about the season – the leaves changing color, the smells of home cooking (especially sweet treats), cool mornings and warm afternoons, picnics, apple picking, carving pumpkins, and baking pies.
This afternoon, my son carved a small pumpkin and cooked the seeds. Tonight, we put the little smiling pumpkin on the stairs to our front porch and placed a lit candle inside. Unfortunately, it is also raining tonight. I hope I’ll be able to take some pictures of it tomorrow night.
On Monday, I plan to do a little shopping for decorations. We’ve lived in our current home for two years now, and I plan to deck everything out for the season this year. I’m hoping to pick up some seasonal window dressings, and a few centerpieces or wall hangings. I’m also hoping to find seasonal scented candles or room fresheners.
Another thing to celebrate this season – a few birthdays and Thanksgiving.
So, in honor of the Autumnal Equinox, a brief, free verse poem.
Autumn by Raven Hawk
The world turns cold,
as it prepares for winter hibernation.
The leaves change color,
making the skyline aglow – as if on fire.
The nights turn colder,
but the days remain warm.
Rain begins to fall,
often chilling us to the bone.
We begin to bake in our crock-pots,
and the smells pleasure our senses.
We eat hearty stews and pumpkin pies,
enjoying the comfort they bring.
We switch out our wardrobes,
exchanging bathing suits for sweaters.
We start spending Sunday afternoons
curled up under blankets reading
– or watching tv.
Welcome to the end of harvesting.
Welcome to afternoon apple picking.
Welcome to Autumn,
the best season in the year.
Posted in Poems, tagged Acrostic, Adoption, Family, Home, Love, Poem, Poetry on August 28, 2012| Leave a Comment »
For Kyle and Jadyn, with love from Auntie M
Four years, seven months, and four days of insecurity
August 28, 2012: Adopted today
My family gains two siblings: Kyle and Jadyn
In my heart forever they will stay
Loved and adored forevermore
You’re safe now
Dan and Rose’s grandchildren
Another happy ending
You’re finally home
Posted in Poems, tagged Cat, Family, FreeVerse, Poem, Poetry on August 26, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Cat Talk by Raven Hawk
I like milk,
I like ham,
but most of all
I like hanging with the fam … ily.
I’m treated like a KING,
as well I should be,
and I roam the house
at night with ease.
Humans love me,
and for that reason
I am free.
Posted in Poems, tagged Bliss, Cake, Chocolate, Foodporn, FreeVerse, Love, Poem, Poetry, Suggestive on August 25, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Bliss by Raven Hawk
Oh, how I ache for you.
I see you there,
across the room – with her.
You call to me
without a word.
I avoid you.
Circling the edge of the party,
there is casual conversation and meaningless words.
I only care for you.
I only came for you,
but I stay away because
you are not mine.
You are hers,
and if I were to hold you now,
to even be close enough to touch –
I might behave disgracefully.
The time has come.
The toast.
The cheers.
I debate if I dare,
Then I take a slice
After all – how can I refuse
Chocolate Cake
Posted in Poems, tagged Child, Chiyenshih, Joy, Poem, Poetry on August 24, 2012| 2 Comments »
Childlike Joy by Raven Hawk
I sit and watch
my boys play
hide and seek with
ball or toy
games. I once knew
of the way
to go and have
fun and joy.
Summer by Raven Hawk
Summer sun and
beach of sand can
withstand long days.
Sunshine rays down
and haze in early morning can be found.
Kids run and play.
Some yell, “Hey, look!”
when jays fly by.
Long days die late,
say “bye” to friends under the stars.
Posted in Blogs, Essays, tagged Diamond, Essay, Poem on August 22, 2012| 4 Comments »
Diamond Diamonds, and Essay by Raven Hawk
I
used
to work in
a jewelry store.
I was the top sales
man, or should I say
sales girl. Because I had
never been big on fancy jewelry
and big fancy gemstones before I
started working there, I was more fond
of the colorful stones. In fact, I hated diamonds.
They were colorless and lackluster, or so I thought.
The longer I worked at Goodfellows Fine Jewelers, the
more I learned about these precious gems, and now I know
diamonds are not a women’s best friend, but they are a man’s.
Men give women diamonds to say they love them, to get themselves
out of trouble, and to even relive memories. Sometimes men give diamonds
as bribes and sometimes to make themselves look wealthier or cooler than they
are. Women accept diamonds knowing what they are – flashy rocks. Diamonds
are also the best friend of the African continent, where more than half of all of
the world’s diamond-mining takes place. Rough mined diamonds can either be
polished and cut for gems to put in necklaces and rings, or used in industry
because diamonds are the hardest natural substance mankind knows
about. Gem quality diamonds are rare. Industrial diamonds are a
dime a dozen, and are used to cut granite, drill oil, polish and
grind all forms of material. The only known limitation
industrial diamonds have is that they react oddly
when they come into contact with iron at
high temperatures (in fact diamonds turn
to graphite under such conditions).
So you love them or hate them,
flash them on your wrist or
cut grave markers with
them – a diamond
is a man’s best
friend
!
Ink Well My Raven Quill 
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