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Welcome to the domain different--to paraphrase from New Mexico's capital city of Santa Fe which bills itself "The City Different." Perhaps this space is not completely unique but my world shapes what I write as well as many other facets of my life. The four Ds figure prominently but there are many other things as well. Here you will learn what makes me tick, what thrills and inspires me, experiences that impact my life and many other antidotes, vignettes and journal notes that set the paradigm for Dierdre O'Dare and her alter ego Gwynn Morgan and the fiction and poetry they write. I sell nothing here--just share with friends and others who may wander in. There will be pictures, poems, observations, rants on occasion and sometimes even jokes. Welcome to our world!

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Verses as Promised

Here is a mismatched Irish stew of verses, mostly written the in last few months. Whther individually marked so or not, all are copyrighted intellectual property and may not be reproduced or copied without permission. Generall that will be granted for any reasonable request, however.

     A Shadow’s Shadow
For much too long I felt that I
Could not do much alone;
Even after I really had
And was a woman grown.

I thought my light was much too dim
To shine forth and be seen,
That I could only reflect the light
Of older and wiser souls who had been

Around the world and back while I
Had lingered close to home.
I could just their shadow’s shadow be,
Never blazing out on my own

Until one day I found myself
Where none of them had been
And I could walk, could talk, could stand;
I could aspire and win!

I hold still those dear memories
Of my mentors and my guides
But I no longer need to wait
Or try to hitch their rides.

I owe them much but myself more,
Though my gratitude I keep
For all that I no longer need--
So in peace may they sleep.

I’ll stand, I’ll strive and I will shine
With my own inner light
And shadow’s shadow be no more
Until the fall of night.
                                    GMW © Aug 2015

         Argent Magic
Silver hair and silver eyes--
Before the silver bullet flies
To pierce the heart, unerringly,
A wound from which I cannot flee.

Two who discovered and won my soul,
Tore me asunder while making me whole,
Taught me to love and also to lie,
Leaving me cured of all fear to die.

The metal of power, eldritch and arcane
The both of you wielded, never in vain.
With no effort at all did you capture me,
To leave me in time, alone yet not free.

Silver eyes and silver hair—
Took me and changed me, with so little care.
Loved me and left me, for better or worse?
To this day I don’t know: should I bless or curse?

            For JFR & BDC
            GMW © 11 Sep 15

The weather is unusual--
Hasn’t it always been?
The seasons slip a notch or two
And then shift back again.
It’s hotter, colder, wet or dry
Some will tell you they know why
But do they know or just pretend
To try to gain their own pet end?
            The powers that control all this
            Put our weak influence to shame
            The universe is much too vast
            For petty man to sway or tame.
            Science changes every day.
            Perhaps the ancient pagan way
            Makes as much sense as anything.
            Go sky clad into the rain and sing!
                                    GMW C: 2015

     Love Letter From Limbo
Far from heaven but not quite hell—
This strange bleak place I know too well.
How many times have I waited here
Lost in a fog that will never clear.
Holding to a dream that never comes true,
Longing and loving and waiting for you.
You were too many while I was just one.
Waiting in limbo for deeds never done,
Listening in vain for words never said.
So far from life here but still not dead.
Dead hearts do not ache the way mine does.
Yes, I’ve been in limbo; surely it was.

     Contrary Desires
The one thing I always sought
Was never quite within reach.
When it was given to me
Seems that I drew back each
Time and did not take
That which was offered to me.
I continued to wait for the prince
Who never seemed able to see.
The one who waited in Limbo
With a heart so fragile and torn.
Silly Jack and Miniver Cheevy--
Cursing the day she was born.
Why do we want what we can’t have
And ignore that offered and free?
Or pretend that it has no value
Because it is given, maybe?

     I Have A Dream…
I have a dream
The thought cliché
Yet true and real—
What can I say?
            This dream came late
            At the wrong time;
            The hand of fate
            Or more sublime?
I dared to dream
I dreamed to dare;
I took one step.
Does no one care?
            Can I take more
            And move ahead
            And reach this goal
            Ere I am dead?
I’m weary now
But I will not quail.
I will not quit for
I must not fail.
            I have a dream.
            I need that goal.
            It gets me up
            And keeps me whole.

            A Sepia Toned Picture
That Belle Starr girl with reins in hand--
She lived so long ago.
Scarcely can I comprehend
She’s someone that I know.
A lot of her remains in me
The one I am today—
That time and place, that youthful face--
Are now so far away.
            She had some dreams or so it seems
            And stars in her eager eyes.
            For life ran out ahead, away,
            A new route to distant skies.
            Friends and lovers to be found,
            Goals to seek and bring to ground,
            Steeds to train and trails to ride…
            Back there on that other side
            Of waiting to be grown and free.
            But was I her or is she me?

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