
Welcome, everyone! This week is ‘Poet’s Choice’ on Colleen’s 2020 Weekly Poetry Challenge. Poets can choose their own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. I’ve chosen to share a witchy Etheree poem and a couple of quotes today.

“Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower, both strange and familiar.”
Resurrection
She had a mother that didn’t love her
that lied to her about her true worth
that singe her eyebrows with her sneers
taught her nothing of true love
so she dreamt of evil
writing purged the gloom
books gave her joy
nature taught
her to
love
“Do not let anyone tell you the next few months won’t be crazy. We have two full moons in October. An Eclipse in November. An Eclipse in December, and we close the year with a full moon December 29, 2020. This is wild card energy.”
Thank you for stopping by! I hope you liked the post. Enjoy the rest of the day!
So many people can relate to your poem. It’s a beautiful expression of a difficult topic.
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Thank you, Priscilla. Although it’s not my reality, I know several people who did suffer this, so this poem is for them. Books, poetry, writing, drawing––the arts in general can change people and save lives. 🙂
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Beautiful and, as Prisiclla says, very true for a lot of people. I also love the quotes, particularly the first one. I hadn’t thought about it, but yes. It’s true. Happy weekend, Vashti!
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Hi, Olga! I believe it’s absolutely true. Thank you. You have a great weekend too. 😀
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Lot’s to think about here, Vashti. Keeping oneself in a book is a fascinating concept. I used to keep all the books I read on various shelves. Pretty soon I ran out of space and so I stored them in what I thought was a safe place. A flood came and took them all. (Some of me with them.)
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Oh, John. Thanks for sharing this! I used to do the same thing. My room was filled with books. It is still very difficult for me to get rid of a book, especially one I loved and read more than once. ❤
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So true. I miss them for sure.
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Well done, my dear sister… Did we have the same step-mother? We’re in for a wild ride, for sure. Buckle up. Loved your poem. ❤
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Hi, Sis! No, this isn’t my story, but it is the story of someone close to me. I’m happy you liked the poem. ❤ xo
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Well done for sure! ❤️
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A very sad and powerful poem, Vashti.
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Yes. It was inspired by a friend’s story. Thank you, Robbie. ❤
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I think your poem is a reality for many. I’m always impressed with the graphics you use. I’m obviously a visual person.
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Hi, Craig. You’re right about that. Thank you. I’m a visual person too. I get the images from different places. I’m a member of DeviantArt. I also know some photographers and artists that allow me to use their work. I use unsplash sometimes too. The second image from the top is my own. I gathered some things I had around the house and took a picture of my current read ‘The Night Circus’ for Instagram. Whenever I could use one of my photos or drawings I try to do that. 😀
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That’s wonderful.
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Soft tears falling… ❤
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Awww. I know you well enough to know why, my friend. Love ya! ❤
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A powerful piece, Vashti! I hope you’re doing well. 2020 is definitely a wild ride. Stay safe, my friend. xo
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Hi, Natalie! Thank you! I’m doing great despite all that’s been happening in south Florida. Thank God. You stay safe and healthy, my friend. 🙂 xo
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I, too, have a storage bin (or two) filled with books I cannot part with for they hold a piece of me within them. I kept them hoping to share them with a future daughter. My son turned out to enjoy a different genre from the one I loved as a child. So, now I hold onto them to share with a future grand-daughter. Or at least, that’s my excuse. 😉
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Ha, ha. I’ve shared some of my books with my nieces and nephews and a couple of friends. There are a few books I’ve read several times already. Now, with all the books I have laying around the house and in my Kindle I just hope I have enough time on Earth to get to them all. I wish I was like some people who can read several books at a time and finish 4 books over a weekend. I don’t know how they do that. 🙂
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Neither do I. It’s one book at a time for me. I’m just hoping to win the lotto so I can stay home and read (and write) all day. Lol! 😉
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Poignant prose Vashti and a nice etheree. It might be time for me to write another one.
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Go for it! Thank you very much, Brad. I’m glad you enjoyed the post. 😀
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My pleasure!
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Reblogged this on Stephen Geez Blog and commented:
Another great Poetry Friday Poet’s Choice post–thanks, Vashti!
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Thanks for the reblog, Stephen! 😀 xo
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I really felt this poem deeply, Vashti. It was powerful.
Wordpress unsubcribed my notice for your blog. Glad I saw it on Twitter:) It’s all fixed, but I wish it would stop doing that! Have a great weekend xo
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Hi, Denise. Thank you very much. So that’s what’s happening? I thought I was going crazy. I would run across certain blogs and think, ‘I thought I was already following this blog.’ So I guess I should check every so often to make sure wordpress hasn’t done the same to me. Enjoy the new week! ❤
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This one touched me deeply, Vashti. Powerful, thoughtful, and moving. Books have always offered me a wonderful means of escape. 😊
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Hi, Suzanne. I thought of you when I was done writing it. Thank you very much, my friend. Yes, for me too. ❤
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I love that first quote Vashti…we do leave a lot inside the books we read.
Your poem is powerful, I have never tried this form of poetry, it sounds easy?
Thanks for sharing. Have a wonderful Sunday.
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I think it would be very easy for you, Balroop. An etheree is a syllabic poem of ten lines. Each line should have the equivalent amount of syllables. Line one – one syllable, line two – two syllables . . . . This one is reversed. I’m sure you can write a magnificent etheree. Enjoy the rest of the week.
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Powerful, sad, scary, and 100% I agree. Buckle up buttercup as the saying goes. We’re all hanging on about something and a storm is brewing. ❤ Hugs xx
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Let’s see what the future holds. These are very uncertain times and those that suffer from anxiety and drepression are the most vulnerable. We need to check on our family and friends often and stay strong and positive. Hugs & kisses ❤ xo
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So true Vashti. And the so many who never suffered with anxiety before who have joined the ranks of worry. Peace be with us all and love flowing back to you. ❤ ❤
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Thank you, my friend. Love ya! ❤
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Love and hugs back at ya! ❤ xx
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You are so right about the wild energy, Vashti! 2020 has been full of planetary craziness. I love your Etheree. It expresses such emotion and sadness. Well-done! Here’s to buckling up a little tighter for the ride ahead!
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I’m so happy you liked my Etheree, Jan. Thank you! Yes, we need to buckle up and be strong and positive. Have a great new week!
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Wow! Vashti, your poem stirred a lot of emotions. I have always thought of books as my friends and when I had to give away or sell most of them when we downsized, it broke my heart. I have kept a few of my favorites.
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That’s what poetry is supposed to do, so I guess I did my job. 😉 I had to do the same a couple of times when I was younger and as an adult. It is heartbreaking. I kept a few of my favorites too. Enjoy the rest of the week, and be safe and healthy. ❤
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What a beautiful poem about transformation and growth, Vashti. Well done. And the warning about a couple of crazy months couldn’t feel more accurate. Fasten our seatbelts!
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Thank you, Diana! I’m happy you liked the etheree. Yep. Crazy months ahead. Ha, ha. 😀 xo
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Great poem Vashti. WordPress keeps dropping blogs from my follows, but I’m putting you back in. (K)
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Thank you very much, my friend! 😀 xo
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Beautiful ❣️
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Thank you! I’m happy you enjoyed it. ❤
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💖 hope you find time reading my poems too💖
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I’ll go check them out. 😀
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It’s been a crazy year, so it would be afitting end.
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I agree, Mark. 😀 xo
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