• Poetry

    When Celtic Inspiration Strikes

    This is what happens when I listen to Celtic music. xo Jesi *Also posted at The Well Tempered Bards Beyond the Fog By Jesi Scott   Find your way o’er enchanted seas Loose the sail and catch the breeze Bring your heart and bend the knee Come and stay with me   Seize the day and make your start Don’t be blinded by the dark Stay the course, the fog will part Come and claim my heart   In the earth, we’ll delight We, the heavens will excite Love is always our birthright Dance with me tonight   Loose the sail and catch the breeze Bring your heart and be…

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    Waking Up Is Hard To Do

    I am not a coffee drinker. My go-to hot drink is tea-Earl Grey or a Breakfast Blend- with milk and a small spoonful of sugar. Every day I look forward to sitting down with my cup and the scent of morning rising from the steaming surface. There’s nothing like that first sip swimming over your tongue and trickling down your parched throat-the morning oasis after the night’s desert. But then, Big Son took a vacation to Ann Arbor and Ohio in early June and he came back with a new-found love for French Vanilla coffee. This led to a request from him for some of his own. I traipsed to…

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    Writing Poetry From Random Words

    Today’s prompt from Poets On The Page was to create a poem using random words found any way you wanted to do it. I took to Facebook and put up a post requesting words. Within minutes I had more than enough words. Here’s the list they gave me: hopscotch   purple   Indiana   car   dog   bottle   green   spider   vegan   lucky   great   precious   green   grass   dogs   not for sale I also received these which I used in a separate piece because they were more nonsensical and needed their own place: hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia   liver   fungus   Hamlet   unicorn…

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    Never Have I Ever! Have You?

    Shall We Play A Game By Jessica Scott   Never have I ever Heard a word so true As the lies that, from his lips, Fell like morning dew.   Never have I ever Seen a light so bright That from his eyes shined to hide The shadows of his spite.   Never have I ever Felt so far from smart As the day I let him enter My scarred but mended heart.   Never have I ever Felt so much betrayed As the day I realized Love was only a charade. 00

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    Cyclic Interpretations

    Felt in the mood to write today so I headed over to Poets On the Page to see what the prompt was for this week. Turns out they want us to write about cycles. Well, the one cycle I think I’m most attuned to is one that rules my life, the moon. Every month since I was 12 it has determined how my body runs in relation to it’s own cycles, along with the tides. But I began to see it from a different perspective. I realized that much like a woman aging, the moon shows her age in her face as well. And from there, the poem wrote itself. I…

  • Poetry,  Well-Tempered Bards,  Writing

    Divine Poetry

    Divina Poetica By Jesi Scott   Spill your words onto my lips, Those soft, silky, satin drips That caress my soul Like your fingertips, As across my skin Your voice slips And tangles in strips Where light and fire can’t eclipse The body divine in apocalypse   00

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    New Poem

    I have been watching/reading way too much Wizard of Oz and fairy tales.   Advice From the Wicked By Jesi Scott   Wicked I am and Wicked I be, Or so says all Of the publicity.   But evil is As evil does… And you shouldn’t judge Because   You never know What’s behind the door. You don’t know What’s gone before.   Truth is never As plain as it seems, And people change, Or so time deems.   So keep in mind that Evil and good Might not appear As they should.   Sometimes the right thing Can be wrong, And sometimes the wicked Have been right all along.…

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    I Found My Words

      Lizzi needs to read something beautiful, which is ironic because for the last week I have been trying to find the words to write something just for her. It turns out, she had the words I’d lost and kept them safe. While this may not be beautiful, I hope I turned some of the pain I’ve read about the last few weeks into something a little less traumatic. Each stanza is a person, imperfect and exquisite. xo Jesi   Write Me Something Beautiful By Jessica Scott     “Write me something beautiful,” she said. So I looked for inspiration And found…   The soft flames of coral light endeavoring…

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    #RIP to the Gods

    In memoriam Heaven is filling up quickly. xo Jesi The Cry of Atlantis By Jesi Scott   We’ve been left standing, bereft, surrounded by galaxies, distant on the horizon. Once again, the gods are leaving us, and there’s nothing to do but wait for their return. Somehow, it always comes to this: life brings us joy, shows us the way to truth, gives us real beauty, and we fail to see, to know, to experience; we distort and destroy. We beg for help and gods to show us the path, and they come, they teach their wisdom -we marvel at their language in music, art, words, kindness, love- We see…

  • NaPoWriMo,  Poetry

    Beginning To Play Catch Up

    Yet another post for today in an attempt to try and play catch up with NaPoWriMo. So, this would be Day 7’s prompt which was to write a tritina. (Click the link for an explanation.) It’s fairly simple. There’s no rhyme scheme or syllable length, which makes it seem easy to write, but it’s seeming simplicity is what makes it appear difficult. Truly, the only difficulty I had was in putting the sentences together to tell the story I see in my head. And now, I’m off to begin my day which is going to be ridiculously busy. Happy Friday everyone! xo Jesi   Hospital Waiting Rooms By Jesi Scott…