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: 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.

I

“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: Final Departure

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Riding the rails for almost seven decades, Frank had seen far more than he could ever recall. He loved the freedom of going where and when the rails took him. But, times had changed and so had old Frank.

With a worn out sigh, he struggled to board the rusted out freight car. Deep in his aching bones, Frank knew this was his final departure.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

Riding the rails has been a colourful part of American history, especially during The Great Depression. Frank is a composite of some “Bindlestiffs” that I came to know through family lore, while I was growing up. My characters are all very near and dear to my heart, including Frank.

F

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

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.

E

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

 

A-Z: Believe

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Winter had set into their lives with age. Cold seeped into their bones, as drafts seemed to whisper of what was to come. Their time on earth was fading, as time together on the old farm was slipping away quickly.

She asked how she would go on without him, as she fussed over his medication and keeping him comfortable. He told her that he would always be there. He would always be a part of her life. She said she wasn’t sure of that. How could she hold onto that, as she could him? He assured her that she would see reminders, and would know he was still there. He promised her and said she only had to believe.

One bitter morning when she awoke, he was gone. In the night he had drifted away, leaving her alone. The cold was deeper, and the night was darker now. Winter seemed it would never end. She again wondered how she could go on without him.  She could only feel the harsh loneliness of his absence.

Finally, spring came, but she only had more to do now. As she went about her endless chores, she suddenly noticed the sunshine. Looking up, she saw the birds nesting in the full green trees. Beneath her feet, she felt the lush green grass again. Life was coming back to the farm, and to her.

From somewhere deep within her heart, she recalled his words. He would always be with her; she just had to believe.

Story & Photo:  McGuffy Ann Morris

This is a story of fiction. However, this couple is near and dear to my heart. Being married for thirty-seven years I understand the depth of this love. As I age, I understand the fears of losing that love. Love does not conquer all, but it can become our purpose. Love can give us reason to continue, even when we think we can’t go on. Deep and abiding love surpasses even death. I believe. Do you?

B

“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments

 

 

 

 

Destiny

Sometimes, we are victims of our own behaviours and habits. We can become complacent with our daily lives and end up stuck in a rut. We have the same routine, with the same results. Yet, we muddle along.

Until, suddenly, something happens to alter our destiny. It is then that we are faced with the realization that what we are doing is not working well for us. As humans, an occasional epiphany is just what we need to face ourselves and our lives. It is then that we can make positive changes.

Spring is here, offering renewal. We can find hope in this season of fresh starts and new beginnings. Whatever you do, be good to You. Have a great weekend. See you soon!

Kenzie Blue

You can teach an old dog new tricks. In two years, Kenzie has come a long way with us. She used to be afraid of anyone who got too close to her. Physically, she would freeze in place. But, she kept her distance emotionally, too. Kenzie seemed to always expect the worst.

With consistent rules, routine, healthy diet and treat program, we all wore her down. Of course, at the root of all of this is love. Gradually, Kenzie caught onto this. She learned that Stella is her BFF, sister, and her anchor. Of course, Stella is the reluctant alpha-dog. Yet, she showed Kenzie the ropes, as well as the finer things in life.

Kenzie learned that good manners will get you healthy treats. She learned how to sit still, and how to shake hands (“Friends?”). She learned the wonders of freedom in a huge fenced yard, too. And, that squirrels are very fast. Kenzie learned about being a family dog.

Kenzie learned about comfy beds, and that they can be shared with cats. Who knew? She also found out that cats are actually pretty cool. Choe Jo taught Kenzie how to cuddle.  She learned how to accept love.

It took Kenzie quite awhile to realize that this is a permanent arrangement. Once she realized that we are all safe and that she is safe with us, she developed separation anxiety. She could not bear the thought of Stella being away from her. She was terrified if we left home without her. Her panic was obvious. That was when Kenzie started carrying our socks around. She would steal them, put them in her bed, and sleep with them. She still does. But, it’s okay, because she feels better when she has our socks.

At eleven years old, Kenzie is right where she is meant to be. She is safe, loved, spoiled, and happy. She has several cat siblings who hang around her. She loves to run and gets the zoomies at least once a day. Her Sheltie sister, Stella, helps her run them off. When the zoomies are all depleted, there are nice comfy beds to relax in. She is happy,  secure, and she is Home. 

Life is good. Right, Kenzie? Happy, happy, happy. We plan on keeping it that way, too. 

 ~Happy 11th Birthday, Kenzie Blue~
We love you very much!

 

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Lore

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The lake stirs above and roils below,
with stories and secrets no one can know.
The unknown lies in dark abyss,
a deadly risk one can’t dismiss.
Adventures lived, some dreams are lost,
the price of life a higher cost.
Stories, fables, and legends unfold;
history is written as tales are told.

~McGuffy Ann Morris
I am sharing this post with Two Spoiled Cats, for Poetry Thursday. They offered the (above) photo prompt of the sailing vessel.
 

I have spent most of my life in the Great Lakes region. The history of the Great Lakes and its people is deep and rich. One of the most recent Great Lakes ruins discovered were from an 1803 Great Lakes shipwreck These ruins were found in Lake Ontario. The sloop Washington was built in America, but Canadian owned.

Shipping between the United States and Canada is an important part of the Great Lakes history. The Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum, located at Whitefish Point, Michigan, pays tribute to these lost ships and their crews. In particular, the ruins of the Edmund Fitzgerald are featured there. 

The Edmund Fitzgerald has also been memorialized by Canadian troubador Gordon Lightfoot. The Mighty Fitz, hauling iron ore, went down on Lake Superior in 1974. The song was released a year later.