Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Six poems short ...

I leave you here ... six poems short of reality ... perhaps next April I will try my hand again ... Bright Blessings ...

NaPoWriMo #24

I have listened to the song of my soul in the wind lisped rain playing on rooftop and window panes ... the glass chime lull and wood thud content trains of the night voices speaking the many names of those who have passed though me ... none catching on the thorns of my heart as his has ... I am lost to myself for those moments I am held by  his words ... yet, find I belong only in the folded texture and wonder lust colors of scent beneath them ... for they are his arms ... I am grateful for the rains coming in this Spring ... then I may hide away regain what I have lost ... loose what I must ... hope to find hope once again ... and perhaps dream ... dare to dream again ... 

© 2014 C.D.D. All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

NaPoWriMo #23

So slight was the vision you rode into my soul ... the space of jagged cracked sick glass in the ancient widow I live behind ... broken and split in the baked molecules of sand time consistency informing that fragile notion ... you had seen me in the sea of others we swim about drowning daily ... grasping for those root holds less smooth ... allow fingerling tendrils to sink supple fingers and lips about ... to sooth ... to sate ... to calm and cause water tides to ebb and flow not crash and tear us limb for limb ...  if only for those moments you could bear to be with me ... if only for those moments ... I could be a rock, a shelf of Earth, a root nearby to wrap yourself about and sink your body and blood into ... I would if you'd only let me ... for there is no denying you live in me ... to vacate you would be to loose a part of myself ... a refraction thought you may be ... you are now too deeply rooted ... love is love ... it grows where it is planted ... love is welcome in the garden of my soul ... as is your rain, your Sunshine, Moonlight and her darkness, the wind, the snow, and yes, the flowers you grow ... 


© 2014 C.D.D. All Rights Reserved

NaPoWriMo #22

You are all I see in the darkness anymore ... If my eyes are closed in shadowy sleep ... or open walking through forest or lonely roadway ... it matters not, you are my constant companion ... heart in hand and hand in my heart ... I have come to fear nothing now, not death for all is eternal in us ... not life for I live it through words alone ... I seek your as a child seeks fancy playthings which sparkle in the day's warm sunbeams ... as a woman searches for her soul's longing ... in this shared darkness ... in the first morning light before Dawn stirs ... even before she has been kissed by your sleepy suggestion it might be time to surrender for a while ... I seek you even then ... you are in my stories ... how the lake speaks and the trees sway ... You have become the nature of my Nature and the mythologies bears you well ... 

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Sunday, April 27, 2014





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Synopsis




28
year old writer, Vanessa
Fortney has travelled
the world, living life
to the fullest.
When she comes home
due to the
unexpected death of
her only blood
relatives, she only has
one regret; never finding
love that triumphs
all others.



In
a beautiful valley
in the Rocky
Mountains, Nessa finds her
wondering about a
mysterious stranger who
saved her after
a nearly disastrous
car accident. The mystery
that surrounds Daniel
is quickly replaced
by the increasing
addiction Nessa feels
for him.



Will
she find that
love that transcendences
all love or
will tragedy keep
them apart?







Excerpt



Nessa's
body melted as
his deep and
lusty French accent
washed over her,
penetrating her deepest
fantasies. “My name is...”



Vanessa.
I
know.”
He
answered.
He
stepped
forward,
pulling
a
gloved
hand
out
from
within
his
coat. “My
name's
Daniel.”




Nessa
assumed since the
town on the
edge of the
valley had a
small gathering, her presence
had been known
within a few
hours of her
arrival. She looked down
at his extended
hand and contemplated
taking it. When they
touched, it was be
final. Her whispering dreams
of him would
become real. All her
fleeting thoughts of
him would be
physical.



Her
drive to be
captivated by him
drove her tiny
hand into his. A
chill travelled her
arm as she
realized how cold
his hand was
even through the
leather glove. Her
hospitality and caring
nature won out
over everything else
she was feeling.
“Come to the house.
Sit by the fire
and warm up. I'm
sure Richard and
Sylvia would like
to thank you
also.” Secretly, she wanted
to keep him
close to her.



I'm
sorry, but
I
must
decline.”
His
voice
held
a
layer
of
regret. “I'm
not
comfortable
around
people. I've
been
alone
for
a
long
time.”



Nessa
bowed her head,
hiding her disappointment.
“Maybe we could just
sit and talk
for a bit
then.”



Daniel's
hand came to
rest on her
cheek. His thumb under
her chin, pulled her
face up till
his beautiful eyes
met hers again.
“As much as I
would love to...”
He looked towards the
horizon, the sun barely
visible as it
set, “I must leave.”



The
pang of disappointment
stabbed Nessa's heart.
She nodded, holding herself
together. The profound
sadness tore through
her. “I understand.”



Daniel
leaned in, breathing in
her scent. “I missed
this.” Nessa's body reacted
involuntarily. She reached up
on her toes
and brushed her
cheek against his
clean shaven face.
The fragrance of
jasmine and lavender
imprinted in her
mind.



Missed
what?” Nessa asked, already knowing the answer, but relishing in
the sound of his deep voice.




Your
smell.” He whispered, leaning his face into hers. “I haven't
smelled the incense of lilacs in far too long.”



The
heat of her
blush flamed bright
against her skin.
She needed to see
him again. “Daniel...” His
name tasted sweet
on her lips,
“...when can I see
you again?”



Very
soon, ma
belle.” He
breathed
into
her
ear. “For
now,
remember
me
in
your
dreams.”



About
Author




Traci
Hayden
is
a
proud
mother
of
four
beautiful
girls
and
one
adorable
granddaughter.
She

has
always
had
a
passion
for
reading,
but

recently
the
obsession
for
writing
has
taken
over.



As
a Nova Scotian native now living in British Columbia, Traci has
travelled across Canada, fuelling her imagination from coast to coast.



Along
with
two
dogs
and
one
cat,
Traci's

home
is
shared
with
her
partner
of
16
years. He

is
her
rock
and
constant
support.



Traci
loves
all
genres
of
writing,
but

currently
is
exploring
the
world
of
romance.




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