FULL “Flower” MOON

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Wednesday #poetry, back for this month’s #FULLMOON: “Flower Moon”

Oh Watcher of our Souls

fumbling for the Light,

May your bloom rescue

this blighted and sore heart

hiding in the night

Teach me more and better

ways to trust and decipher

the complexities and

travesties in the Universe

Help my Faith in these wished

things to Grow even without

my eyes to witness and my

hands to control

Guide my thoughts,my emotions

and my Spirit in the chasm

breathing with the shadows

underneath the earth

as I wait for my season to

completely flourish,

to wake up to the sight of

the Meadow I’ve been dreaming

and painting on the stars
Infinitely,

Nicola An art & poetry

“Dear Moon” -Poem by Nicola An

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Oh old friend of mine

My soul rests again

watching you shine

My words speak not

a sound, like my entity

cannot be found

Only you can see through

my eyes, only you can

elude my lies

Will you tell me a story

about the dreams of my

one and only?

What does his heart 

proclaim

When he’s got grim sentiments

to tame?

Can you make him listen

to my wishes delivered

to heaven?

Oh dear, cordial moon

When you meet my darling soon

Let him catch a star

Enfolded in this love

from afar 

Happy Valentine’s Day 

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Shorter version of a #poem I wrote almost 4 years ago; just happened to visit my first online #poetry account the other day and found this, sublimity and #bliss washed over me when I read it again[I even forgot I wrote this piece] and thought of sharing it this #Valentines Day. I hope #TRUELOVE finds you! 💖

-Infinitely,

Nicola An

LOVE POEMS GIVEAWAY BY NICOLA AN- DOWNLOAD POEMS FOR FREE!

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Hello gods and goddesses of Love! As I promised to my adamant heart, I am sharing a FREE DOWNLOAD of selected pages from “The Universe at Heartbeat” entitled “Love in Light” as a pre-Valentine’s day giveaway, I couldn’t find any better way to celebrate it with you. Hopefully I can touch hearts. TO DOWNLOAD: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B6a6XD07J2hWQnNwTXdsNlIxekk/view . You are also free to share it to your loved ones and friends if you wish to!!! Or if you want to give it as a simple gift to someone special!!! Believe in Love, thank you and stay inspired!

Infinitely,
Nicola An

To Wander Without Feeling Lost 

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Yesterday,I was overflowing with mirth being able to run some errands across the island without having the pain of fighting for a consent, been blessed to be working for a boss who also encourages capabilities not only as an employee but as an individual.

It was a spontaneous task but it was a grand idea I fully accepted. While traveling alone is almost a mundane routine to some, to me it was a rare opportunity; being the youngest sometimes feels strangling when trusting your growth to be independent lags behind, it is understood that parents can’t easily let go especially when you become the “last one left”-this teaches me to no longer resent.

But for whatever reason I made it yesterday, thank you for that one day, freedom isn’t wanting to run away at all, it is returning to existence, solitude is the only path to true consciousness, sometimes you just have to walk your own footsteps then you’ll be surprised ’cause only when you walk alone you can pay attention.

Never knew that it was possible to just wander without feeling lost, to exist without fears. Thank you,thank you,thank you!

-Infinitely,

Nicola An

Writing Dilemma

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It is a quietly disturbing dilemma; there is a sudden point when you shun your routine or habit though it’s been your shoulder to lean on.I still haven’t claimed being a “writer” despite writing on a regular basis. 

Sometimes they look up because you are a “mountain of difficult words and aesthetic language”, sometimes they degrade ’cause you are a “wretched soul with a head full of old-fashioned mush”,worse when their game is making judgments such as you’re acting as if you’re better than anyone,and you’re just trying to be a worldwide preacher.It is good to be listened to,a human pleasure.But to be a “writer” is to be just a singer because you can sing a song, a painter ’cause you can run the brush across the canvas.It’s a risk to write down and when one writes it’s not a mastery of words.In my case,never been outspoken and there are things that take sitting down for a period of time until you’re making sense so you take down the notes from your own contemplation, and I’ve come to be aware that maybe #socialmedia has been dominating, we’re too stolen by the wanting of immediate exposure. Lately,I’ve been doubting if I’m writing for myself still while discussing the eruption of happenings keeping me hungry for answers, or for people who identify me as the “writer”,you know the substance of something loses when it becomes an object to attract attention. Oh God,don’t know where I walk here,just wanna say I am afraid my journey is beginning to get shallow when what I do is falling into the ego’s childish interest.I am uncomfortable thinking that it will be just the words and flowery construction readers will be after,then I guess it is just the pressure from expectations and anxiety about what they make out of who you are by what you tell. Yet I rely also on the idea that there are people out somewhere who need solutions and lessons, those who seek the same clarity and awakening…

*Sighs* I think I am torn between wishing to reach out and wanting to rest away from the distorted verdict of the world.

-Nicola An

“Before Here” 06.22

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A decade ago,
like one yesterday she didn’t know
she barely recognized her first poetry;
her old-fashioned story

before here,
life was ill on rainy days
a bleak scenery she can’t efface

before here,
love was waiting with fear
a dominant illusion of agony,
dark hours were consistent company

before here,
love was the cause of pain,
a clean cloth with a harsh stain
before here,
love was her tragedy
now here,
she grows through love
infinitely

-Yours truly  Nicola An

Wednesday Poetry [Sunflower Tale]

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“The Foolish Flower”

 

A static place; her crimson face

She would turn to ash

If he was a ball of flames

She has fallen, signed and sealed

Eyes devoted enough to one

Like humans learned of no other Sun


The mad part of desiring

Is when there’s a risk of dying

She’d be Clytie and he’d be

Her dearest Apollo

And she’d have her feet

Eaten by the ground

 

Her demise will always be

The color of the light

Even if the cause was

Her love never known

-Yours truly

Nicola An