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Why I Write

When I write, I draw on my experiences as a woman with a painful past, a rapturous wife and mother, a world traveler, and a spiritualist. For me, writing is an art form. Like an artist, the work becomes more than I imagined it would be. When I set out to write a story with a particular idea or character in mind, words I cannot claim as my own flow from a magical and mysterious place through me and onto paper. The work takes on a life of its own; it is living art. The process fascinates me, satiates me, and makes my life more meaningful. Please read my stories! If you would like to offer me feedback on my work, please click here and sign up for a free membership: https://heftynicki.Writing.com I hope to see you there!

Mon Mari

Mon Mari

Pieces
Torn from me
Scattered in the bitter winds of Uncertainty
Disillusioned
In Pain
Swirled like snowflakes in the perpetual winter of my life.

Then you came
A warm and colorful Cézanne in relief
of what I had become.
You rotated my world
away from Winter’s cold grasp
I reveled in the warmth of my first Spring.

Your Love
carried on lavender-scented air
with a hint of wild thyme and the sea
was the magnet that drew me,
all my fragments,
To You

In your presence
I grew Whole again.

Note: Written for Poetry Basics & Beyond, Lesson One. Prompt: Write a free verse poem about someone or something you love; include imagery inspired by (some or all) the five senses.

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