To write with an eager spirit summoned
On all the consciousness there conjured
And put a pen to paper in ponderations
On all the various visions and views.
Tag: Poetry
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wordcraft
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My Fido Friend
Hello, my little furry friend!
You’re glad to see me again,
Wagging your little tail like a hand,
Waving to your friend gone then back again.O, how happy I am to see you!
You’re my friend who welcomes me
Whatever I do, however I feel, and you
Are always there and will be here with me. -
Floral Words
Dog Rose; PleasureThe pink petals,
The green leaves,
in amatory embrace
in ephemeral ecstasy.
Sweet Pea; Goodbye; Thank you for a lovely time
Farewell wishes bloomed on the petals
in sweet gratitude
for the memory of beautiful nostalgia
in colorful pleasantness.
Orchid; Beautiful lady; refinement
The constellation of brilliant faces
of splendid beauty
vying for the enchantment of love
by the hands of the adorers. -
wordless
A myriad of thoughts stifled by
a hundred of words with no sequence
shall be given free reins to express
without hindrance of the poor locution.Daily diligence, firm perseverance, and strict discipline
may save me from the darkness of inexpressible soul.To that end, keeping a tight rein on the foregoing principles
is my principal guide to the Paradise of Words. -
Mind-block
Can’t write any good any longer, any more,
after all these years of ignorance of the words,
intended for freedom from the old self with the rugged mask.But today she calls to reclaim her will to acquire the power of the words
once more, if possible, to unchain her arrested mind ofCognition, Imagination, Passion,
long forgotten by the delusion of her reflection in the mirror.So she shall do. It’s now, and it will be now, here, with her, by her.
For it is hers, and shall be hers forever. -
Till the Tide comes in
My will glory in preservation.
My mind will take heed of any good suggestions
That are wise, thoughtful, honest, and sensible.
My sufferings will be granted compensations,
A reward, which will be priceless and noble.
My hopes are high, my yearnings are strong
while I breathe in my earthly life,
Paved with many a trajectory,
sailed on many an uncharted ocean.
Dum Spiro Spera.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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