{"id":824,"date":"2018-11-19T18:47:00","date_gmt":"2018-11-19T18:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.victoriasaccentiwrites.com\/?guid=4736f3b74666af7ccdd54f156251665f"},"modified":"2018-11-19T18:47:00","modified_gmt":"2018-11-19T18:47:00","slug":"welcome-to-the-watch-rwisa-write-showcase-tour-rrbc-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/victoriasaccentiwrites.com\/blog\/2018\/11\/19\/welcome-to-the-watch-rwisa-write-showcase-tour-rrbc-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Welcome to the WATCH "#RWISA" WRITE Showcase Tour! #RRBC"},"content":{"rendered":"
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<\/span>Welcome to the Watch RWISA Write Showcase Tour! Thanks for joining me. The purpose of the blog hop is to feature nineteen talented RWISA authors and offer a sample of their work. The RWISA (Rave Writers – Int’l Society of Authors) is an elite branch of the outstanding Rave Review Book Club, featuring the best of the best in writing. <\/span><\/o:p><\/span>

<\/span>Today we feature D.L. Finn’s beautiful poetry. <\/span><\/p>\n

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Poetry by D. L. Finn<\/b><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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DARKNESS<\/o:p><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
The air is thick as you breathe it in<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Filling your lungs with its silence.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
It unnerves you when you\u2019re alone<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Because in the darkness there are shadows.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
They are filled with the unknown<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
While the quiet is lurking with danger.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
It\u2019s unseen, watching while your heart is racing<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
And your skin drenched in sweat, you scan the night.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
You see nothing and hear nothing<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Yet, you know it\u2019s there.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
You hurry back into the light where it\u2019s safe<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Shut the door and lock it with a sigh of relief.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
You quickly forget the darkness<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
But, what you don\u2019t know is\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
It<\/span><\/b> hasn\u2019t forgotten you.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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TO FLY (Musings from the Back of a Harley)<\/o:p><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
We fly by the ranches\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Cows, goats, and horses.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Grazing golden-grass untroubled\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
As we rumble loudly past them.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
The ponds are rain depleted\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Fall harvest<\/span><\/i> signs invite us to stop.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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But, today is a day to fly\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
To fly past normalcy<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
To fly past worries<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
To fly past obligations.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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They rush by us like the scenery\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Soaring past our leather-clad bodies.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
They crash behind us like a boat\u2019s wake\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Miraculously missing us in our frantic flight.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Yet, all is forgiven flying on our motorcycle\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
As our souls chaperon our journey.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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THE RIVER\u2019S GIFTS<\/o:p><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
It\u2019s smooth and gentle on a warm spring day\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
The rocks and trees are mirrored in its purity.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
The beach\u2019s sandy-warmth caresses me\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
As I skim a flat rock across the water\u2019s surface.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Eight small splashes are my reward\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Expanding into rings that disappear into flow.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Fish swim with the current beneath\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Hawks soar above searching for their next meal.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
I deeply breathe in the serenity shared by the river.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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A delicate butterfly swoops down and rests in front of me\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
I want to touch it, be a part of its splendor, as I watch it fly away.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
It finds nectar on a purple flower at the water\u2019s edge\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
I inhale bliss as the butterfly\u2019s hunger is satisfied.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Searching up river I find water cascading down a rocky ledge.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
I pause to drink in the magnificence and wisdom\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
The river can negotiate any obstacle and continue its journey.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Here next to the flowing wonder, I find peace, and beauty\u2026<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

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