featured poets ~ Sheila Moore

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featured poets
at my heart’s love songs

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more wonderful women poets

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i am pleased to be featuring some of the most creative, talented, brilliant {really!} poets of our time. i have been fortunate over the past two and a half years to meet this amazing group of people through twitter and their blogs. not only are they writers who excite and enchant and entrance their readers, they are, one and all, nice people who are supportive of everyone in our online poetry community. the “age of technology” has, in fact, facilitated the spread of the ARTS! ~ poetry, photography, art, prose, music… i have friends i have yet to meet face-to-face from all around the world. day or night, you can visit their blogs and be transported to another time or place or frame of mind with just a few clicks of a mouse. i find it thrilling! and i believe you will find it equally thrilling to discover their words.

just click on the “Read More” links on each poem to be taken to a new tab or window to read the rest of the poem on the author’s blog. if you enjoy what you read, please leave a comment on their blog to let them know. { you don’t have to say you saw them here. } i am truly honored that these wonderful people agreed to be featured on my blog ~ my gratitude to them all.

and thank you for coming to our celebration ~ enjoy!

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featured poet:

Sheila Moore

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i met Sheila Moore in the poetry blogosphere. Sheila is an avid blogger, poet, freelance writer, editor and photographer, and an unfledged painter who lives in the Midwestern United States. she has been writing poetry and prose since early childhood and has been published in print anthologies, on Writer’s Digest’s poetry site and in several online journals. you can buy Sheila’s chapbook ‘Shaping Time’ HERE. find Sheila on twitter { @Sheila_Moore }, at her poetry blog She’s Writing, and at her photography and art blog Aberrant Art. you can purchase canvases, prints, posters and greeting cards of her photographs and paintings HERE.

in her own words ~

“I offer my words for you to read; my heart for you to see; my love for you to feel; my soul…for God to take.”

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“Togetherness – a poem” by Sheila

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I seep into your pores and
adore you from within.
Myself, no longer “out there”.

I have dissolved into something more powerful
than the…..Read More

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via She’s Writing

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“The Student Becomes the Teacher” by Sheila

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“Patience, Grasshopper,” I say. Cliché, I know.
Yet, as my daughter’s world expands past Eden’s garden gates
I pray that she keeps wearing her rose-colored glasses,
and forever sees the forest for the trees…unlike me.

I was a shrewd child; could convince a meteorologist
it was spring during the fall, and create tornadoes
in the frigid winter air.

Camouflaged by pretty things that casted shadows on
too many hours of my life, and depraved by Mother
Nature, I rebelled:

aligned myself perpendicular to her axis,
and never…..Read More

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via She’s Writing

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“Ascending Fluidity” by Sheila

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via Aberrant Art

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“Making Up Words” by Sheila

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I hold this blackened stone in hand
and offer it to thee
in hopes that you will understand,
squash my anxiety.

Yet, this rock’s all you’ll surmise un-
less I exhibit more,
reveal to you what hides beneath,
that which you will ignore.

And therein lies the fear so high
it dangles out of reach,
hangs just like a carrot stick for
which horses do beseech.

I can’t, I shan’t, I won’t, I don’t,
how shall…..Read More

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via She’s Writing

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“My Date With a Tiger” by Sheila

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I see my naked-self reflected in his eyes
though, I am fully clothed…

It is not a lust kind-of-look, but rather
one of deep longing, like a rumble
caught in the belly of a tiger…..Read More

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via She’s Writing

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“Night of the Cherry Blossom Tree Painting” by Sheila

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via Aberrant Art

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my heart’s love songs