Tagged: poet

Well, it’s certainly been a while! But I’m back!

I’m not going to get into the ins and outs of whats transpired over the past few years yet (how ever I fully intend to!)
I’ve started sharing my poetry and creations on instagram as @Writings_of_an_ex_Mrs so that should give you a little glimpse as to where things are at now. How ever do not be misled I am no longer an EX and I have literally been on the most epic of poetic love stories I have yet to hear. I’m super pumped to start sharing it with you all.

One of the biggest changes ahead is coming in April 2021 when we (my partner Leon…well, actually FIANCE and I) start the digital nomad journey full time (we travelled to 13 countries together in 2019 prior to Covid hitting, after meeting through the Instagram poetry community!) He’s from England and yes fully equipped with that amazing accent….you can take a sneak peak here for some quick catch up and a major write up in the description section if you’d like …….


We have started sharing little clips to the You Tube shorts section since we filmed a lot of footage to share with our Instagram followers so why not start sharing that before we start with our fuller videos in April!

How is everyone doing!? Let me know in the comments if you’re still around and see this!
I will posting on a consistent basis from here on in and I will be doing some editing to my blog aesthetic too.

I Heal

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It’s been thirteen years,

It was a year that

I realized my fears

A year that I thought

I may drown in my own tears

The memory of it

Remains seared

On my heart

burned so deep

I’m charred

Branded

I felt abandoned

And Scarred Continue reading

Suppressed

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Suppressed

She drifted there

Buoyantly alone

The water gently caressing the known

Carrying her down the suppressed river

Recollections of her life made her shiver

She arose from her reverie,

Her backside wet from dismay

Her river of tears on display Continue reading

The Loon’s Cry

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The Loon’s Cry

Outside the tent

Darkness and giant trees swaying in the wind.

The lake is moaning in it’s troubled sleep.

And far across the lazy lapping waves,

Above the crooning of the wind,

I hear a wild loon crying,

Like a weary soul alone in the dark water. Continue reading

Friday’s Featured Poet

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Here are a few poems by the writings and poetry of Kristin Peterman.

The fire inside

It’s the beginning of a new day
The sun is rising and warming my face
I feel cold inside despite the warmth from the sun
The fire inside me is fading away
Is there someone who can ignite it again
Each time I think I have found someone
They disappear with the setting of the sun taking a piece of me with them Continue reading

Guest Blogger: Matt Blashill

I would like to introduce those of you that have not had the pleasure of reading Matt’s work, to Matt Blashil of the blog http://thematticuskingdom.wordpress.com I have been a fan of Matts writing for quite a few months now.  I’m honored that he shared this post a short story with me to share on my blog.  It is engaging, descriptive and full of suspense.  We could all learn a thing or two by reading Matts writing not to mention his awesome poetry…

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As an avid backpacker and camper, normally spending about two weeks a year “lost” in the backcountry away from the hustle and bustle of our modern lives, out of cell range, I’ve often pondered how terrifying it would be to encounter something sinister when there was no one to call for help and no shelter to speak of.  Tapping into those thoughts, I put together this short story to share here on Writings of a Mrs. It probably isn’t the scariest fiction you will this month, but hopefully some of the intensity I felt while writing it, the pressure, the unrelenting chase, will come through in the words.  If at least one of you finds yourself on the edge of your seat by the end I will consider it a job well done.  Thanks for reading!

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The wet grasses slapped at her hands, cold, stinging pain that she hardly noticed, and the muddy ground sucked at her shoes with each frantic step.  It was a struggle to stay upright.  Her knees and thighs ached from the exertion.  Her lungs burned. Continue reading

Guest Blogger: Silouan Sautter

I want to introduce you to Silouan Sautter from the blog http://wordsinsidemysoul.wordpress.com/ .
He submitted this short story to my call out for guest bloggers.
I really hope you enjoy this read as much as I do!
I was captivated by his story!

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He sat in the shade of a great log, fallen beside the road. Hooded, with his cloak spread around him, he seemed a statue in the shade of the log. He had not stirred for some time. The sun infused the noisome swamp mists with a hazy golden light. Insects hummed and chirped. Leaves drifted lazily on the slow breezes. Time slowed to an unbearable crawl. Under his hood the young fighter smiled. The demon was strong. Continue reading

Fridays Featured Poet

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Hi, my name is Christine Campbell and you can find me on my blog at http://cicampbellblog.wordpress.com/ or my Facebook author page: Christine Campbell, Author WriteWhereYouAre
 
Here is my poetry submission for your blog.
I have ongoing serious health problems and this poem was written on one of my more difficult days.
I wonder if it resonates with others.
Thank you for this opportunity.
The Prisoner
© Christine Campbell, 2013

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The Descent

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She fell from the branch

Tumbling on her way

To the end

Prepared for

The landing

She blew in the wind

Lifting, drifting

The wind carrying her where the wind might blow

Losing all control on where she would go Continue reading