creative writing

Creative Writing Experiment – continued

I thought I wold take this task on once again and offer out to my facebook friends to lend me a line or phrase and I would in turn make that line or phrase into a poem or story for them.
Here’s how the experiment continued:

1) “The dragon silently wept.”

The dragon silently wept as the world before him slipped away
The days of soaring the skies without fear would have to wait until another day

The change brought about a sadness he’d never known
A great nothingness exists now where the trees had once grown

The wind that had once roared through the mountains, trees and hills
Now at a deadly standstill

The dragon silently wept as the world before him was now unknown

2) “The mermaid glanced at the distant shore.”

The mermaid glanced at the distant shore
Remembering the days from before

A longing inside her stirred
A glimpse of someone walking and then the flight of a bird

Scales and fins kept her from the land
Knowing her walk could only be upon the ocean’s sand

Her fantasies rang of journeys beyond the water’s edge
To walk, to fly, to run … in her next life, this was her pledge.

The mermaid glanced at the distant shore
Longing for something more.

3) “ as the sky turned to a vivid shade of purple the dragonflies appeared over the horizon”

As the sky turned to a vivid shade of purple the dragonflies appeared over the horizon, I knew a message was clearly on its way. A message from where? From whom? About what? I was sure to find out soon. Oh dear, this message seems to be quite encrypted. It feels like I am to understand something, but I am at a loss. I ask, please my dragonfly friends, can you take this pen and paper and just state the obvious for I am blind to the message you bring. Suddenly a dragonfly lands upon my shoulder and I knew. It was as if a connection was finally made and we shared thoughts. I felt a peace overtake me and I settled in for the message to be delivered. What came next was unexpected and yet comforting. There wasn’t any sort of contrived message about “do this” or “do that” the message was simply of love and that I am not alone.. no matter how distant from the world I may feel.. I am not. We are all connected and that connection is love.

4) “A single snowflake landed on the window pane”

A single snowflake landed on the window pane today
I longed for the days when all I had to do was go out and play

Remembering way back when
Running with arms stretched, pretending to glide upon the wind

Spinning in circles round and round
Playing hopscotch and drawing squares upon the ground

Puddles became the ocean and old logs became the pirate’s plank
All my pennies were stored safely in a piggy bank

No worries and no cares
Comforting hugs from teddy bears

A single snowflake landed on the window pane today
So who else wants to join me and go outside to play?

I hope you enjoy this play with words 🙂

Many Blessings,

Creative Writing Experiment

I was in quite the mood today for writing so I asked my Facebook friends to post some words or phrases and I would in turn reply with a poem for them using their words.

Here’s how it all turned out:

  – We are out of toilet paper.

When one readies for a squat
and sits down upon the pot
Make sure there are toiletries at hand
For when your duty has come to an end
And that lump has finally reached its taper
You don’t want to have to shout
We’re Out of Toilet Paper!

-Because our love is……

Because our love is every lasting and true
My heart will always belong to no one but you


-Alone doesn’t mean lonely

Alone doesn’t mean lonely at all
It just means I may be available when you call


-Time has no meaning when there is love………

Time has no meaning when there is love to share
The clock may tick away but I don’t care
Time has no meaning when there is love to share


-Love has no meaning when it is not returned.

Love has no meaning when it’s not returned
Said the bitter one just after a burn
Love has meaning returned or not 
Said the heart, even tho it was twisted in a knot

 -when life gets you down

When life gets you down
And your face takes on that sad old frown
Look beyond that gaping hole where you stand
And take hold a friend by the hand
They’ll help pull you from where you fell
And lift you up for the wind to fill your sail.

– nothing gold can stay

Nothing gold can stay?
What the hell is that you say?
Gold is merely a mineral from the ground
Worth only what one would pay by the pound


 -behold a new dawn

Yesterday is no more
Just a memory from before
Let there be no regrets from the days gone by
For morning shall bring a brand new sky
Forget all the pain, hurt & sadness from the past
Time ticks away far too fast
Take with you all the joyful thoughts and release the sorrow
Behold a New Dawn every tomorrow!

 -The moon was shining a lovely hue of purple tonight as the lone raven perched high in the….

The moon was shining a lovely hue of purple tonight as the lone raven perched high in the trees along the river bank. For miles you could hear its caw carried by the winds. The sound brought a feeling of something quite familiar. It was as if our souls were speaking to each other. Old friends we were, although we’d surly never met. T’was strange and yet comforting, that connection from the raven down by the river bank.



This was a great writing experiment .. what fun.. can’t wait til I try it again!

Many Blessings,






















The Magic of the Spider

Ok so all night through my dreaming I had a huge spider that stayed on me… it was huge but harmless but still creeped me out …where ever I went .. it went with me. It would crawl all over my back mostly and sometimes go to the top of my head and sit there. Spiders have always creeped me out and so this was hard to deal with for most of the night. In my dreaming, I was just doing daily life kind of stuff… running errands, housework, regular work stuff and so on. The spider, no matter what I did … stayed on me though… never falling or jumping off.

I kept telling myself … spiders are good omens.. spiders are good .. get over it Holly… spiders are good…lol..

Eventually … I got over the creepy factor and was at peace with the spider being on me. I knew the spider meant me no harm and wasn’t going to bite me so at some point I just settled down inside and accepted the gift of the spider and a sense of calm and peace filled me.

So in honor of the spider that came to me in my dreaming last night, I want to share with you the magic the spider brings to your life.

A spider totem teaches you balance —
between past and future, physical and spirit, male and female.
She is strength and gentleness combined.
She awakens creative sensibilities
and reminds you that the past is always interwoven with the future.

Spiders are the keepers of the primordial alphabet
and can teach you how to write creatively.
Her body is shaped like the number 8 and she has 8 legs,
which is symbol of infinite possibilities of creation.
Her 8 legs represent the 4 winds of change and the 4 directions of the medicine wheel.

Spider’s message is that you are an infinite being who will continue
to weave patterns of life and living throughout time.
Do not fail to see the eternal plan of creation.

Those who weave magic with the written word usually have this totem.

Many Blessings,

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I Must Write!

The moon is growing full and the shadows dance softly across the wall…
Spirit speaks to me and I must answer the call

So, I write

I have tell you the words forming in my head
They swirl around like a whirlwind of Autumn leaves caught in the wind
Chasing after one another with no beginning and no end

and so, I write

My heart beats loudly, as if it is my own sacred drum
It’s hypnotic… like a transic thunder
I know this must sound crazy to some

But, I must write

The words, they come always in some sort of rhyme
I try to keep the words from matching
But they always end up sounding the same every time

and I continue to write

The words… what do they mean…is there really a story to be told
I often wonder what its all about
Wondering if answers will come when I’m grey and old

Spirit speaks … whispers in my ear

and so, I write

The animals have a voice
They not only speak, but also sing and call
If you can’t hear what they are saying, then that is your choice

and I write

Listen carefully.. its beyond the words that you hear
You say you have no clue what I’m saying
I say, let loose your fear

and I keep on writing

Hoping one day that you’ll know
You’ll get it, you’ll hear
You’ll have that moment when the world stops and you’ll shout WHOA!

and I’ll still be writing

Relaying messages from places of great mystery
Especially when the veil is thinning
That’s when the spirits past say, “Oh wow… she can hear me!”

and I write

So that thier messages can make it through
So their voices can still be heard
This is how it works.. through me – straight to you

So, I must write

This is the way it will be until my end
When I lay upon the the grass and close my eyes
With one last rhyme to send

I’ll write

Hold not onto fear
Caress dearly all that you love
That sound in the distance – that song in the wind
Remember, thats the Raven’s call that you hear!

Many Blessings,