Fortune serendipity providence happenstance lady Luck?.......Who knew the twist of fate that kept the dark fog away as she ran forward down a path ......illuminated by the ink in her veins ©Vivian Zems #NaPoWriMo 2019- National Poetry Month Challenge [FORTUNE]... Continue Reading →
Promise: to love yourself more than anyone says they love you to speak up if things don't appear true to quash a quarrel before it starts to brew and whatever the time...always do you ©Vivian Zems #NaPoWriMo 2019- National... Continue Reading →
For National Poetry Month, I began an exercise-or an experiment- to see how challenging it would be to write, format, edit and publish a poetry book comprising 30 poems- all in one month! Make no mistake, every step I'm taking... Continue Reading →
The adjective ‘unperfect’ is the same as imperfect and has practically dropped out of favour...but it's still a word. it wasn’t perfection she was after not even extremely good manners and wasn't bothered with education she thought unperfect was fine anything would... Continue Reading →
My muse knows that lying hidden in my heart are the secret words that howl cry laugh and scream with the purest clarity ......that's why I keep her penned between my fingers ©Vivian Zems #NaPoWriMo 2019- National Poetry Month Challenge... Continue Reading →
I place my fingers on a clock to mark time My lust is driven by velocity as word after chewed word is spat onto paper -writing in manic euphoria ....until the full picture is painted ©Vivian Zems #NaPoWriMo 2019-... Continue Reading →
next time there'll be no lies next time there'll be no violence next time there'll be kindness next time there'll be love next time there'll be patience next time there'll be respect next time it'll be from heaven next time... Continue Reading →
There's a tragedy in not being able to control one's thoughts or emotions. I learned this at an early age from my father. He was a man of few words and wouldn't act on a decision until an argument had... Continue Reading →
Words strut and prance dressed up in metaphors engaged in a dance ... Continue Reading →
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