A-Z: Zinnia

Grampy loved to grow flowers
in his carefully tended garden.
His favourites were the Zinnia,
saying they were like Gram,
colourful and bold,
dancing in the sunshine,
attracting others with
an unrivaled beauty.
Gram spoke of this memory,
long after she left him.
Grampy remembered, too,
as he sat in his easy-chair,
silent tears on his face.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

Contemplating the letter Z, this poem wrote itself from my childhood memories. Some memories don’t fade but remain suspended in the darkest corners of the heart until we shine a light on them again. Grampy, this one is for you.

Z

“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe
C= Camouflage
D= The Drought
E= Exist
F= Final Departure
G= The Guardian
H= The Horologist
I= Impasse
J= Joseph
K= Knowing
L= The Loan
M= Mirror
N= Number
O= Ozark
P= Mr. Peabody
Q= The Queen
R= Requiem
S= Seeds
T= Thirst
U= Unspoken
V= Victory
W= Willow
X= X
Y= Yearn

 

 

A-Z: Yearn

Fragments of memories
drift through her mind,
pieces of yesterday
long left behind.
Time is swallowed
or swept away
by waning shadows
in breaks of the day.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

This poem was written for an elderly friend. It is my take on her reflections of life, loss, and love. Her personal story is bittersweet, but she chooses to focus on the sweetness.

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“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe
C= Camouflage
D= The Drought
E= Exist
F= Final Departure
G= The Guardian
H= The Horologist
I= Impasse
J= Joseph
K= Knowing
L= The Loan
M= Mirror
N= Number
O= Ozark
P= Mr. Peabody
Q= The Queen
R= Requiem
S= Seeds
T= Thirst
U= Unspoken
V= Victory
W= Willow
X= X

A-Z: X

marks the spot…
where I buried the excised detritus
of a relationship that explored
the very depths of exalted love.

I never considered exceeding expectations,
though I exhausted all extenuating possibilities.
After careful examination of your exhibition,
I am exonerated. No explanation is needed.

I will not further excavate my heart and soul;
I will not exhume extraneous vestige.
Extinguished, heart in exodus, it leaves
only a final example of abdication.

Yet, I know that love exists.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

Poems that have the letter X in the title are difficult to find. I had no “X” poems. So, I wrote this poem for my first A-Z Challenge, in 2016. However, aside from that, this poem is extremely meaningful to me. It is my hope that it may speak to someone who reads it, too.

X

“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe
C= Camouflage
D= The Drought
E= Exist
F= Final Departure
G= The Guardian
H= The Horologist
I= Impasse
J= Joseph
K= Knowing
L= The Loan
M= Mirror
N= Number
O= Ozark
P= Mr. Peabody
Q= The Queen
R= Requiem
S= Seeds
T= Thirst
U= Unspoken
V= Victory
W= Willow

 

 

A-Z: Requiem

The geese fly away
taking summer with them,
as autumn celebrates
in silent requiem.
Trees are adorned
in finest colour,
as seasons fade
one into another.
Cooler nights seep into days,
sunshine dissolves
into misty haze.
Winter whispers of
what has begun,
while autumn reminds us
Time waits for no one.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

This poem can be found in my book, Weeds. For me, it speaks of so much. What does it say to you?

R

“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe
C= Camouflage
D= The Drought
E= Exist
F= Final Departure
G= The Guardian
H= The Horologist
I= Impasse
J= Joseph
K= Knowing
L= The Loan
M= Mirror
N= Number
O= Ozark
P= Mr. Peabody
Q= The Queen

Sparks: 28

It is my intent to post an inspirational thought each Monday. It becomes my weekly meditation. I hope that perhaps it can feed another’s spirit as well. With that in mind and heart, I invited others to join me.

There is an obvious universal need for more positive energy. The negative energy in the world has become thick and oppressive. Social media has become a part of this dark, negative storm. But, we can change that.


I believe we are meant to be lights in this world. If we allow our light to shine, we can see where we are going. It is then that we can begin to truly see each other clearly. There is hope. Together, we can light up the entire world! 

 

Yin and yang is the balancing act of life. The yin in life is the sorrow. I believe that these sorrows are given to us for reasons. We may never know why, but that does not matter. What matters is that we grow from them. We need to take these sore places where life has dealt us a blow and own them. They become our battle scars. We can become stronger at the broken places if we allow it. Because, yes, I believe Rumi got it right. Namaste.

 

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Sparks is open Monday through Friday each week. When joining, please post a positive quote, poem, or some inspirational words. Be creative but be positive! Please add the Sparks badge to your post so others can see it and find your Sparks. Then, link your post to ours here. And, shine, shine, shine!

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A-Z: Mirror

The mirror will not hold lies.
The truths are there, in her face.
A map of lines etched by time and sorrow,
it shows not where she is going,
but where she has been.
The mirror cannot reflect what is in her heart,
hidden in yesterday’s shadows.
She remains guarded, ready to withdraw,
to fold within herself, to survive.
She knows that the lines in her face are nothing
compared to the breaks in her heart.
Tears follow the lines on her face,
channels carrying sorrow away from her heart.
She closes her eyes in silent resignation.
Having nothing left to give, she gives up.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

With age, I learned that tears release many emotions. But, I also have come to realize that tears can cleanse our spirits.

M

“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe
C= Camouflage
D= The Drought
E= Exist
F= Final Departure
G= The Guardian
H= The Horologist
I= Impasse
J= Joseph
K= Knowing
L= The Loan

 

A-Z: Knowing

He knew the time was close and asked me to stay with him. I sat and held his hand, as he talked through the dark night.

He told me stories from a life well lived, filled with much experience. At dawn, as he finally closed his eyes, he whispered, “I see it all now. I understand.”

Looking upon his now still and peaceful face, I knew that he did.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

When I worked and volunteered at the Catholic Retirement Home, I did this many times. Sometimes, I was asked to sit with the residents. Sometimes, they could not ask. Then, I did it because I felt they needed someone. It was always an honour and a privilege.

K

“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe
C= Camouflage
D= The Drought
E= Exist
F= Final Departure
G= The Guardian
H= The Horologist
I= Impasse
J= Joseph