So Random

southerncharm79/Jeff's Wife

{So Random}

For once

in my



feel like

I do mean


to someone

so thank you

for making

me feel like

I do mean


to you

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved 2017~~And not allowed to use any parts of my poems writing words thinking thoughts stories quotes without my consent and knowledge to do so and it’s greatly appreciated and thanks in advance y’all


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Neptune, poetry, and August’s melancholy…

Astrology: Questions and Answers

I have always loved August, that month where a particular coolness in the morning air on stepping out, a papery rustle tingeing the wind blowing through the trees, intimates that Summer is losing its hold upon the year, that Autumn is ascending…sensing this brings on a very particular mood, a mood dominated by the atmosphere of Neptune, that most poignant, sensitive and poetic of energies.

Autumn leaves drifting...Autumn leaves drifting…

Step with me for a moment into Neptune’s world…

August is my birth month. There is a poised melancholy about it which fits my temperament well. From a very young age I have been very aware of the transience of Life: for all its challenge, turmoil, joy, grief and seemingly endless possibility, its manifold excitements, loves and pleasures, it is soon gone: a frail leaf drifting down to the river of Time which carries everything mortal to the great Universal Sea.

Whilst in a pleasingly melancholy August mood…

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inspiration balances and the artist rebirthing…

The Bloomiverse...

last night was inspiring. i read a book for pleasure for the first time in i don’t know how long and then i wound up at an art event filled with beautiful paintings showing marginalized communities in seattle and the people who advocated for equality and justice. there was also live jazz and a fashion show for women who transcend the lame version of beauty standards our culture adheres to. really needed some time away from psychology, work, and talking. needed quiet time with the artist in me. she is alive and kicking. watching that jim carry documentary woke the artist back up in me because his words felt like my words and the place from which he paints within is the same place i paint within. some people paint what they see on the outside. i paint what i see on the inside. the paintings last night were of…

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The King’s Wish, A Faerie Tale


The King’s Wish

The King closed the door to his bedchamber and wandered to the open window.  A soft breeze fragranced by roses wafted in.  He knew he should be happy.  The crops and animals were flourishing and promised a fruitful harvest in autumn.  His people would not be hungry during the dark and cold days of winter. He had successfully negotiated treaties with the allied kingdoms to combat the trolls and brigands that still roamed the countryside.  His coffers were filled with gold and silver.

Yet, he did not have what he truly desired; a queen to share his life. He had met several lovely ladies from his and neighbouring kingdoms but not one had captured his heart. As he gazed out the window he suddenly remembered a most unusual experience he had when he first became king.  A dream of a beautiful woman that seemed so real he…

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