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Feb 11 06, 10:36
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Mosaic Master
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Congratulations on your Merit placement!
You have risen up, drank from the Well of Wisdom and have been crowned the ‘bringer of victory’!
Well done! :pharoah2
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Jan 8 06, 23:36
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And Still You Dream
I. One Single Second You took the news, but not too well - the pain was more than pain – errant cells, amassed to war on that which no man owns. And through the veil of vague white-coated comfort, inescapable and grim and dead ahead, the sureness of your carnage-littered future, hit you, like a wayward semi-truck that an instant before impact you had chanced to glance and see And in that single second you knew what had been lost. Amidst the awful wreckage lay your once small, tidy life, your perfect plans; all twisted, wheels spinning, in mid air II. The Child You Never Held If you start the chemo now, he said, we have a chance to beat it, but if you don’t, I’m sorry, it’s growing much too fast. We?, you thought, Which we is that? Is that he and I? Or is it me and the child I bear? (who surely can’t survive)
He paled then; grasped the starkness of the choices he had given, and left the room so you could weep full fury self pity. Save yourself or save your child. My God what choice is that? And then how do you reconcile the sum of that account? You don’t, you can’t.
You bury it with the child you never held. III One for the other The doctor had no smile for you, no empty empathy, although you did not blame him, his task was ghastly, grim. A tiny heartbeat, strong and sound, he was charged to still, one life for the other. And no one had the power to alter what would come, on this path we all were traveling, to take a few steps back to chance to change the way. Mother, there to hold you, stroked your hair and kissed your face, begged you to remember; floating on the bay, granite islands strong around you, to ground you, keep you whole. She bid the wind to scour you, and absolved you with her tears, while the needle sought it’s target, through amniotic sea, where hope once floated, innocent, among its island dreams. IV. You Still Dream And still you dream of black winged birds whose feathers loft in fearsome flight, but keep them close, don’t let them go. You’re still, and dream: unwanted calls and unborn babes in bottle jars, forgotten promise… …long awaited but not kept. No dream can sift through your appalling options, offered, and then clutched in panicked pain. No dream prepares you, or can save you, keep you unbroken in pursuit of salvaged self. Innocence; whose fault to blame It doesn’t matter…. Either way, you dream. Still, you dream but do not tell. Even now, while balanced on reflection’s edge, you harbor ravens in your breast and cannot speak for fear of losing those that flutter blackly to escape. © Cynthia Neely
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Jan 9 06, 06:40
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Mosaic Master
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Thank you for your entry into Odin's Opposition! :troy:
Perhaps you’ll rise up, drink from the Well of Wisdom and be crowned the ‘bringer of victory’?
Best of luck in the battle! :vic:
~Mosaic Musings Staff
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Feb 12 06, 14:07
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Hi Cynthia!
Congratulations on your award!
Wow, what a powerful piece! The emotion it conveys grabs and squeezes the heart of this reader, leaving me breathless and full of sorrow for the choices that had to be made.
I very much enjoyed the way you seperated your thoughts throughout this work. 1, 11, 111, 1V, as if compartmentalizing the steps that your mind went through when dealing with the shock of the news, and then going on to cope and deal with such tragedy and mental anguish. An anguish that never goes away, but hopefuly is softened over time.
I really enjoyed this piece although it did make me cry, but cry with tears of understanding and empathy, and admiration for those who cope with tragedy such as this, and come out the other side whole, and strong.
This is a wonderful and beautiful piece Cynthia. Thank you so much for penning it and sharing it with us.
Love ya, Chris
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"...Morgan le Fay was not married, but put to school in a nunnery, where she became a great mistress of magic." - ?Mallory, Morte d'Arthur MM Award Winner
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Feb 12 06, 19:06
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Thnaks Chris and Cat There were indeed some great entries. I feel honored to be among the recipients of these awards
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Feb 13 06, 09:58
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Hi Cyn ! :lovie:
Well, this comes as no surprise for me, since I already picked it out for Choice Nom for January !!
Very special sort of poem, not to be classified, a unique piece and brilliant.
Congrats, Cyn !
Hugs, Sylvia :cheer:
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"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
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