Category Archives: Poetry

on Demons and Angels

Posted on January 7, 2018 by C.G.Ayling

A tenet of my personal philosophy is balance in all things.  Throughout our lives we struggle to vanquish our demons, yet I’ve recently concluded we should do no such thing – for it is our demons that drive us and … Continue reading →

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a wish of you

Posted on January 24, 2017 by C.G.Ayling

~ a wish of you ~ ~ Was I granted one wish, that wish would be a wish of you… to see you every day and as every day draws to its close, to know I’ll see you on the … Continue reading →

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on Moments, Misspent

Posted on August 3, 2016 by C.G.Ayling

Reflecting on how we spend our lives has brought me to the conclusion we are no longer spending time wisely. Life is a purse full of coin we’re granted at birth, but the coins aren’t cash, they’re moments and we … Continue reading →

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Soul Tutor

Posted on June 20, 2016 by C.G.Ayling

Our soul is our ultimate tutor. All we need do is listen to its murmurs, for that is when its lessons freely flow. ~ soul tutor ~ ~ in how to understand, and be more understanding, in how to accept, … Continue reading →

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on Little Things

Posted on January 28, 2016 by C.G.Ayling

A funny thing happened today. It made me feel very good, so naturally I want to share it with the world. One of the programmers at the company I work for is an oriental lady named Waverly Chang who hails … Continue reading →

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on Depression

Posted on January 2, 2016 by C.G.Ayling

My firstborn suffered from depression, I suspect she still does. It has taken me many years to realize its most likely origin is not her mother, but me. ~ Depression ~ ~ My eyes I dry, I must not weep, … Continue reading →

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on Talent

Posted on December 26, 2015 by C.G.Ayling

This post is a well-deserved tribute to my sixteen year old daughter, Julia. The following is entirely her work, edited and formatted to the style I use for this blog. Talent: Natural aptitude, or skill? In art you are often … Continue reading →

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my Ocean

Posted on August 7, 2015 by C.G.Ayling

~ my Ocean ~ ~ You are my Ocean, and within that ocean, the waves. You are the Ocean formed from my tears that fall into you as rain. You are the Ocean and I from your vapor reform as … Continue reading →

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If Thoughts

Posted on July 28, 2015 by C.G.Ayling

~ If Thoughts… ~ ~ If thoughts were twinkling stars You would be the first one seen each night. If thoughts were but sighs You would be every breath I take. If thoughts were tears You would be the river … Continue reading →

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Perfect Imperfections

Posted on July 19, 2015 by C.G.Ayling

~ Perfect Imperfections ~ ~ Perfection can dwell within moments only Perfection can dwell within words of lovers Perfection can dwell within imperfection ~ Imperfection is what we all are Perfect imperfections ~ ~ unknown

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Wrought, of Stone

Posted on July 11, 2015 by C.G.Ayling

~ Wrought, of Stone ~ ~ Modern buildings wrought by man and so quickly sold no longer last as do the ancient structures of old. What differs? The builders, or the sand they cast into transient, impermanent stone? ~ Humanity’s … Continue reading →

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Suns and their Sets

Posted on June 26, 2015 by C.G.Ayling

~ Suns Rise to Set ~ ~ Upon the planets of a thousand suns do a thousand sunsets die then with a thousand dawns are they resurrected again their faces reform upon their worlds and within every watching eye may … Continue reading →

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Wildflower Blue

Posted on June 1, 2015 by C.G.Ayling

~ Blue ~ ~ Blue, the color of woe, of tears that have no place to go. Blue, the color of mood, not joyful but low. Blue, the color of hearts so sad they glimmer not glow. Blue, the color … Continue reading →

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Wealth’s Poverty

Posted on May 17, 2015 by C.G.Ayling

~ Wealth’s Poverty ~ ~ We lie atop the sacrificial slab, and with our quill, our heart we stab, blood words upon our skin we scribe. Our hope? That others those blood wrought words will read, and from spiritual poverty … Continue reading →

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Rhododendron

Posted on May 11, 2015 by C.G.Ayling

~ Rhododendron ~ ~ A picture of beauty pristine Of divinity still hidden unseen Of beauty yet to come Of a mortal’s desire undone Of time captured forever Of moments denied and now never Of petals basking in sunshine Of … Continue reading →

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