Voices By Caryn Moya Block Ghostly voices stretch between time and space to let us know we are loved.
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A Divine Spark – A Poem
A Divine Spark By Caryn Moya Block I am nothing, I am everything. A Divine spark surrounded by sparks of the divine. Until we merge and flow together becoming more.
Congratulations – Rom Con Winner
Congratulations to Wanda Flanagan. Your comment, on Rom Con, was chosen to win an autographed copy of My Magic Mate in paperback, and a swag pack. Your prize is now in the mail. Enjoy!
The Magic of the Written Word – A Poem
The Magic of the Written Word By Caryn Moya Block The magic of the written word is When the words spelled out on the paper transcend the meaning, and take you to a space of Pure Imagination.
Sand – A Poem
Sand - by Caryn Moya Block The surf pounds against the beach, Like your words pound against my heart, Until I too turn to grains of sand.
Guest Blog – Today on RomCon.com – Highlighting “My Magic Mate”
I am Guest Blogging on RomCon.com today. Come on over and leave a comment to win a free autographed paperback copy of "My Magic Mate" and a swag pack. Hope to see you there! http://www.romcon.com/_blog/Futuristic,_Fantasy_and_Paranormal/post/my-magic-mate-by-caryn-moya-block/
After the Climb – A Poem
After the Climb, A Poem, By Caryn Moya Block You stand on the edge wondering if you will fall. If the dirt beneath your feet will drop away. You’ve climbed the path and you can almost reach the stars. Then you find the trail is not as stable as you thought. You look out at… Continue reading After the Climb – A Poem
Wolves Visit – A Poem
Wolves Visit - A Poem, By Caryn Moya Block The wolves run across my eyelids beckoning me to come and join them. To release the fears holding me still and romp and play in celebration of the day. I reach for them, calling out "wait for me" and they disappear as I open my eyes.
Bird Song – A Poem
April is National Poetry Month. In celebration I will try to post several poems I've written. Bird Song The birds sing. The trilling notes filling the air. The sun rises. A new day is born.
The Rainbow – A Poem
The Rainbow How often did the rainbow's light drift across my skin, before I noticed the colors begin to sink in?
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