A-Z: Ozark

They moved to a mountain to be closer to God,
leaving behind the world with a nod;
no luggage or baggage, no worldly possession,
virtue their only goal of obsession.
Back to basics, souls purified;
their vision of heaven sanctified.
Seeking perfection through self-sacrifice,
surrender their key to paradise.
They welcome others into the fold,
who eagerly believe whatever they’re told.
A preacher, a teacher, a prophet, a sage;
the blending of spirits he hopes to engage.
He calls to all, a message to preach,
their trusting souls in evil’s reach.
He preys upon what they hold dear,
and in their hearts, he strikes pure fear.
“One for all, and all for me;
only my truth will set you free.
Do what I do, do as I say;
the rewards you seek you’ll receive today.”
They didn’t find God in the man on the hill,
they didn’t gain heaven by doing man’s will.
He laid them down in one final control;
his kingdom bought with their mortal soul.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

Life is a journey, a mission of mysteries. We all seek purpose and meaning in our own journey. As a teen, I had friends who left family behind to join communes in hopes of finding a purpose. Some of these communities were of a spiritual nature. Others seemed to attract lost bodies and minds. I was intrigued by the idea of people coming together for common goals. However, I was very cautious about the actual reasons.

It was about this time that the Jonestown tragedy hit the news. There have been other communes that have come to similar catastrophic ends. Ruby Ridge, Waco, and Heaven’s Gate were sadly misguided groups of people who seem to have never found meaning.

I never heard from my friends who set out to find purpose in an unknown community. I hope and pray that they found real answers, and that they are safe in body and spirit.


“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

A-Z: Number

Call me number,
for I have no name.
The absence of feeling
and thought you proclaim.
A statistic on paper,
I can’t be denied;
facts and answers
are all you provide.
You took what I said
and filed it away,
but it’s only an image
of life you portray.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

This poem speaks to the way we have dehumanized mankind in the name of progress. What was supposed to make life better has essentially diminished the very things that make life worth living. This is something that we cannot reverse, I fear. We must remember the things that make us all human. It matters; we matter.


“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

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.


“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: Impasse

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I hear the cry of the mourning dove,
calling my soul to rise above.
I reach for the spirit of the season before,
recalling the dreams held there in store.
All is forgotten, all is for naught.
Impasse is reached; refuge is sought.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

Sometimes no matter what we do, we cannot move forward. Yet, we cannot go back, no matter how we wish it. It is then that we seek refuge, in order to contemplate.


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

A-Z: Exist

Moments are imprinted within us,
become a part of us,
through the blood of each heartbeat,
each bead of sweat, each teardrop.
Memories fade into the eternal
abyss of time, while others are
archived forever in our hearts.
The soul mirrors what is within,
sustaining us through the
inescapable wasteland
of existence.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

This poem weighed heavily on me while it was forming.  When I write, it is always from my heart. However, it is often inspired by something external, taking time to form and reveal itself. This poem still makes me feel the rawness that I felt when I wrote it. I hope it moves you, too. Exist can be found in Weeds.


“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe
C= Camouflage
D= The Drought


A-Z: Camouflage

Never before, never again
would I believe that
Love could conquer all.
The face in the photograph
said a thousand words—yet,
I never heard them…
I only heard my own.
I am not a warrior,
though I painted on a brave face,
and became battle-scarred.
I am not a soldier,
though I camouflaged emotions,
and bravely fought on.
Still, I fought alone and lost.
Finally, through the wisdom
only age brings,
I realized that in losing,
I won.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

Camouflage is a poem that I included in my poetry book, WeedsThis is a poem that is very personal to me. Relationships can be complicated, no matter the kind of connection. Sometimes, communication is a battle. There are some people who seem to want or need to control relationships. War is waged. Sometimes you win; sometimes you lose. There are times when you ultimately do both. Many people have told me that they could relate to this poem. For that reason, I am including Camouflage in the A-Z Challenge.


“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe


A-Z: Acknowledgments…

… those who love me,
and those who don’t—
…those who support me,
and those who never did—
…those who reached out to me,
and those who pushed me away—
…those who accept me,
and those who judge me—
…those who know the inner me,
and those who never tried to.
You have all inspired me
in different ways,
at different times,
whether you knew it
or even cared…
and still, I am here.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

April is National Poetry Month. It is also the month of the annual Blogging from A-Z Challenge. My 2018 Theme Reveal explained my plans to share my own writing this year: “My Writeful Heart”. I will be sharing musings, poetry, and stories. Some have been shared here; others may have been shared in past literary magazines. Some of the pieces I will share this month have only been read by me and God.

Acknowledgments is the first poem in my book of poetry, Weeds. Many of my poems are based on observations, as well as experience. This one is more personal. I believe this is a good way to begin.



Joined in spirit, we are all sisters.
Roads walked before cause unseen blisters.
Burdens and heartache cause perpetual pain;
battles hard fought leave scars that remain.
We walk the same roads of sisters before,
our reason, our purpose, too strong to ignore.
Tears left behind; shame washed away.
our future begins with steps taken today.


To all women everywhere,
in honour of those who paved our way
and those who will follow in our footsteps.
Let’s celebrate International Women’s Day,
the women in our lives, and each other.