Monthly Archives: July 2012

In My Dream

In my dream…

While I laid naked in the luxury of a warm stream he bathed me gently and reverently.

He adorned my body with rose petals and lavishly scented my skin with jasmine oil.

Cleansed of all impurities, free of insecurities, a lost innocence returned unspoiled.

A faceless, nameless muse appeared in the muted light of a burning candle.

A distant voice said “wake up…your life is waiting for you.”

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Friday Fictioneers 7/20 – via Madison Woods

She was a woman torn between love and logic. In the aftermath of breaking her engagement, doubts and regrets plagued her. What seemed to be such a well-thought out decision at the time had become a torturous emotional crisis.  She missed him more than she ever imagined she would.

She felt like the woman in Robert Frost’s poem Wild Grapes. Intellectualizing a future without him was easy, but she wasn’t sure if she was emotionally prepared to leave him behind.  If she had known how much pain leaving him would cause she would have been wiser and followed her heart.

(word count 101)

This is my post for this week. Your comment and feedback is welcome.

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Wild Grapes by Robert Frost

“I had not learned to let go with the hands,

As still I have not learned to with the heart,

And have no wish to with the heart-nor need,

That I can see. The mind-is not the heart.

I may yet live, as I know others live,

To wish in vain to let go with the mind-

Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me

That I need learn to let go with the heart.”



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Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog.  On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

Picture It Fiction #34

My Isabella

The first time he saw Isabella was a moment he would never forget.  As he placidly sat at his favorite piazza sipping his usual evening cappuccino, his thoughts were focused on the days events.  In the dim light, memories flowed onto the page with profound detail, preserving for a lifetime the many wonders of Rome that had captivated him that day.  Looking up he saw a woman staring at him, calmly waiting to be noticed…a beautiful woman with dark, dancing eyes and inviting lips.  Their eyes met and he smiled, knowing something exciting was about to happen that could change his life forever.

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Picture it and write with ermilia. Write a  paragraph of fiction to accompany the image.
Or, it can be a poem. Anyone who wants to join in is welcome. Post a link to your story in their comments.

My Silly Life

Good morning and happy Sunday. Today I’m coming out of the closet to introduce and reveal myself.

Who is behind Karmic Diva? Is she real? Yes, KD is as real as I am.

I took some photos this week of Plymouth Harbor.  I love to spend time here in the summer.

Plymouth Rock Monument is in the lower left corner. It was built to represent the landing of the Pilgrims here in 1620.

This is a close-up of the harbor behind Plymouth Rock.

This is a view to the left of Plymouth Rock. In the background are several restaurants, clam shacks and the wharf where fishing boats are docked.

I decided not to leave my photo posted. Thanks for stopping by and peeking.

My Evil Kitty

So there you have it…a  peek into the silly life of Karmic Diva.

If you want to know more about me, read my page “100 Things About Me.”

It pays to be fearless.  Love to you all…Karm

Friday Fictioneers 7/13 – via Madison Woods

The Vulture Ruler

Guardian of knowledge

Fitful masked imposter

Master of generous insistence

Initiator of a frustrated mind

Urgently and beyond reason

Manifest the poison of doubt

Fill the inner monster’s cup

Prey on stumbling indecision

Trust the villain’s beastly vision

Praise the tortured serpent’s plight

Feed an aimless panicked ego

Claim the skeptic’s empty shadow

Haunt a withered broken heart

Blur all truth as heresy

Until belief cannot be seen

Buzzards nested on barren limbs

Swoop to feast on cold remains

Fallen soldiers bloody, maimed

Hunger for truth to explain

The final crush of a devil’s reign

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This is my post for this week…. Your feedback and comments are welcome. I’m still working on it so share your ideas if you like.

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Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog. On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

Send Me an Angel

When that special angel shows up with open arms and a heart that won’t wither hold on and learn to fly. If you let go you will realize someday that angels are few and far between. When one enters your life it is forever if you so desire. To have one is a miracle of life. To lose one is a crime against the heart.

I’ve been searching for you
for so long
My life’s been sacrificed
I’ve been longing for truth
And now I have found
all that in you

Like an angel you came to me
And now I see
The stranger in me is finally free
To feel true love

From heaven I knew you were born
on the wings of love
you were brought to me
I’ve been longing for truth
journeyed so far
to be with you

Like an angel you came to me
And now I see
The stranger in me is finally free
To feel true love.

Friday Fictioneers 7/6 – via Madison Woods

“Outside Pecos” Photo by Amanda Gray

He had walked for miles since dawn to clear his mind, or perhaps not to clear it as much as to focus on his latest blunder and what had to be done to correct the situation he was in with his best friends’ wife.

Rosa, a devoted wife with tempting lips and rhythmic hips, suffered years of brutal beatings until one night when she came to him seeking comfort.

As he neared Rosa’s house with handgun loaded, safety released, he was certain of his profound love for his Latin Rose and knew he could and would kill the bastard for her.

(word count 101)

This is my post for this week…. Your feedback and comments are welcome.

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Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog. On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

There are narcissists, misogynists, cheaters, married guys and emotional abusers preying on single women who are vulnerable and maybe even desperate to be be loved. They will take you on a journey you’ll never forget. This blog is an honest eye-opener and says it better than I ever could.

The Wise One once said...

The Wise One once said: “Cultivate the Wisdom of obscurity…release the need to be more ‘anything’ in the eyes of others.” ~Lao Tzu~

Coping with having loved a Narcissist is not an easy task for many who are unlike the offender…the hurt, the confusion, the frustration, the embarrassment, all of it…it gets easier when, and only when, one is open to understanding something they don’t.  If you are reading this, you are ready.  You are a lovable human being, the Narcissist you fell in love with, is spiritually beneath you.  A fact is being stated not for judgement sake, but for you to shift to a compassionate sense of self-forgiveness and a platform to rebuild your confidence.  The quote from the Wise One, that you just read above…it is like kryptonite to the Narcissist.  Knowing this should begin to awaken you.  Your hurt and anger are symptoms of this transformation…

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