Posted in Silent Sunday

Lost Moors

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People want to measure:
moors in hectares,
canals in meters,
peat in blocks,
barges in convoys.

In separating rectilinear
we are masters:
strips, plots,
rivers, ditches.

And once in a while
nature helps us
and divides
the landscape.
Already winding.

— Geert de Kockere

 

(I translated the poem of the rusted art column below.)

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Posted in D&D

Dungeons, but no dragons

When dice have a mind of their own,

though the possibility is known,

still last weekend was absurd

and with death did we flirt.

The wench, courageous and undaunted,

with her fiery flail she flaunted.

Only to be put in place,

her cleric level back to base.

When monster gazed into eyes, 

his will empowered through the dice, 

in cowering fright on floor she crawled

and shivering with eyes red, she bawled,

until her siblings saved her ass

and brought her back to mighty class.

Then from the corner a new beast stirs

and yet another fight is hers.

A hellish spider from the abyss

bit her straight back into paralysis.

A second rescue attempt was made,

lucky for her the fiend took bait.

The wizard, fighter and the scout

dragged her, found a safe way out.

And from the dungeon they fled in shame

just in case a dragon came.

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Another great Dungeons & Dragons weekend has passed. And though my part in the game was a failure challenge, it was awesome! Thanks so much, my Xaniqos siblings and great DM. I can’t wait until next time.

You can read all about our adventures on my website Dungeon DuTchess.

Posted in Poems

Nights Apart

 

thinking of your kisses

I lay my hand upon your pillow

and dream myself into your arms

 

❤ for my V-man

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Posted in Poems

Breathe

~

When life

throws rocks at you

and you feel scared,

dodge

and play ball

~

If the trees

grab with wood fingers

try to hold you down,

smile

and hold their hands

~

When the wind

swishes your clothes

entangles your limbs,

dance

and hold it tight

~

Breathe, my child

breathe

live

feel

~

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Posted in Poems

Gentle Sentinels


When life’s too much
and tears at the fabric
of your soul
take a breath
and slow down
to the heartbeat of the trees
Feel their blood
dripping gently
through bole and limb
Feel their roots
digging down deep
into Mother Earth
stretching out
to brothers, to sisters
Feel their arms
reach for the skies
gently rocking
to the playful wind
among their fingers
the bark tough but alive
Ground your feet
plant your toes
surrender your weary thoughts
to these gentle sentinels
Feel one
become one
and let go
All life is connected
and offers freely
draw strength
from us all

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