Where My Soul Resides


Being outside where
my soul resides
Inhaling scents
in the air
I feel wind blow
through my hair
Feeling the energy
of our earth
though my skin
Seeing beauty
I look
Tasting sweet fruits
grown from
soot and soil
Truly appreciating
their toil
Hearing songs
of land and sky
Knowing there’s much more
than catches the eye
Connecting to the Source
Giving blessings
for this course
Absorbing ions
that cleanse
So I may shine
to no end
Radiating love
from within
So the light
may never dim



Voices In My Head


So many voices swirling around

Starting at the top

working their way down

Telling me what to do

when and how

While I’m trying to get

them all to shut up now

So I can hear the voice

from within

Demanding to be heard

over the din

Commanding its presence over

all the logic and emotions

Chaotically fighting this

inner felt notion

of clarity and knowing

Utilizing the power

that drives the ocean

Harnessing my energy

igniting synchronicity

Aligning one’s self

to the Source

Sending away the

logical voices

No longer doubting

my intuitive choices





©mistymountainreverie.com 2016
©mistymountainreverie.com 2016


Just a quick update, if anyone is still out there.

The past 9 months have been full of challenges. The best part, is coming through with more knowledge and strength! Unfortunately, during this time, my hobbies had to take a backseat.

Currently, I am working 2 jobs, as well as dealing with a plethora of family issues. I still have little free time, but the call to write again has arrived. I hope to post some new work in the next couple of weeks.

Let me know your still out there by leaving me a comment below!


As If…

©Misty Mountain Reverie 2015
©Misty Mountain Reverie 2015


Who on earth

are you

to tell me

what I need

to do?

As if I asked

for your advice

Or indicated

I was struggling

with a vice


I’m quite happy

don’t you see?

Oh no, wait ha-ha

With you it’s always

“All about ME”

Because I’m not

fulfilling an

expectation of your’s?

Take your pathetic

projections and shove

it up your drawers

Your arrogance and

condescending tone

Are laughable at best

At the very least

just go home

Lord, is this a test?

To see if I can find

compassion and forgiveness

Trying to convince you

I will never feel

your indifference

Just let me get back

to the beautiful space

I create

Before your

Miserable spirit thought

It had a hand

In my


Introvert Roar

©Misty Mountain Reverie 2015
©Misty Mountain Reverie 2015

When I say I want

To be left alone

Please don’t read

Into emotions I’ve

Not yet shown


You’ve done nothing

Wrong, there is

No one else

Nothing is “going on”


Understand my time is

Precious to me

There are things I want

To do with out you

Can’t you see?

Fretting is useless

try understanding please


My Art, my Muse, my mind

Need downtime and space

To create, absorb or find

The next endeavor

I’ll partake


Taking this personal

Is simply selfish

My world is not

Your’s to take


The moment I need to

Re-explain this

You’ll fine me

Gone without a trace


Respect me, care for me

See me for who I am

Otherwise, believe me

You’ll take a hike

Quicker than I

Can say Shazam


How do you make new friends after 40?

Charleston, WV sunset
Charleston, WV sunset by MistyMountainReverie ©2015


As a 40-something single mom, I find it’s difficult to meet new people. Even more challenging, is to turn the people I meet into friends. Men seem to have an ulterior motive. Women seem overwhelmed with life’s burdens.

In my particular geographic area, I find it is challenging to find people with a positive outlook on life and who are addiction-free. Or they have controlling partners. Or insecure with having a single friend around their husbands (I don’t want to steal your man, I promise) Or, they are the cheaters. Or they are addicted to drama and gossip or social media rumors…..truly the list could go on and on.

The internet does enable me to find many like-minded souls, yet many are far away. It would be nice to have someone I could meet for coffee. Someone to walk along the river and chat with. Someone to share the joys and challenges of life.

Who’d have thought that as hard as it is to find someone to date, it is even harder to make a new friend IRL.

If you have any suggestions, I would love to hear from you! Leave me a comment and let me know 🙂




Getting Lost and Directions

Cosmic soap bubbles (God takes a bath) (612350664)
By woodleywonderworks (cosmic soap bubbles (God takes a bath)) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Getting Lost and Directions

When  I started this blog, I had all sorts of ideas. Poetry was not one of them 🙂

Yet, here I am. What happened at first was exciting and overwhelming. I did not anticipate my jumbled, often contradictory feelings, thrown into fragments, could even be considered poetry or prose. I most definitely did not expect to reach people, touch people,  help people. I simply was not prepared. I felt too vulnerable, and insecure.

I began to hold back my feelings. I was insecure about my negative/dark thoughts and writing.  I felt responsible, self-conscious and placed unnecessary expectations on myself.

I read information about marketing, tried to master the ever-changing SEO dance, joined the ‘look-at-me’ brigade…it sucked. It ruined the whole process, my entire mission.

I decided to take a step back. I took a break and focused on starting a dream of mine, a home  delivery cooking business. I also began to focus more on QEDomains, another business I would like to see get off the ground.

Then Life decided to throw a fit, akin to a 2 year old’s temper-tantrum. Health issues, family drama and financial issues ensued. I was in the middle of home-schooling, trying to find work and ran out of money for anything on the extra list.

Then I was missed?! I was blown away by the feedback. It just took awhile to sink in. I was not feeling very worthy, was experiencing too much loss and grief to feel like I could help or contribute to anyone. Most of the feedback I’ve experienced has been on Twitter. It is a wild place. One, where surprisingly, which I have found compassion, empathy and connection. Touching people with my words has been humbling.

Thankfully, as all things seem to do, the storm calmed. Positive forward motion was now possible. My Muse began to sing again.

Knowing I can help is what has encouraged me to continue to post my poems and basically my journal. Hearing from you is what will enable my site to flourish. Connecting with other like-minded souls is the best part

Moving forward, what I hope to accomplish is putting my thoughts, poems, photos, recipes, drawings, paintings and other creations out there with no regard to appeal or popularity. If the world likes it, fantastic! If not, well that’s fantastic too. Self-reliance is my goal. Basing our worth on others needs, wants, judgments or expectations/rules is a recipe for disaster. No one ever benefits.

And on this journey, when I falter, or need a pep talk, or have to vent and rant, my pen will once again hit the paper. I’ll write freely like I used to. I’ll let my jumbled emotions flow. I’ll let go of worrying about what people think. I’m letting go of ridicule, systems, formulas and agendas.  I look forward to what has yet to unfold.

If you made it this far, wow, YOU ROCK! I thank you for you time and attention. It means a lot to me

Balancing Act


Trying to write down

struggling to express

these feelings and emotions

causing me distress

A few words here

some more there

Nothing  sounds right

so I simply stare

at a white sheet of paper

Blinding glare

Begging for the ink

to spark the flare

Endless stream of fire

Energy escaping all around

Unable to be contained

Releasing what was bound

up in disguise

As balance

and structure

never really been content

to stay boxed into culture

Thinking “Expectations and Labels”

were attainable goals

Now laughing as I realize

I simply can’t do what I’m told

Veiled as worry and concern

Or love and generosity

When deep down the motives

benefit only one at this party

And it’s NOT ME, you see…

Who gains a thing

No, Pieces and Chunks of  me

have gone missing

Stolen away by those

who bill for attention

and smother with gold

aiming for retention

as the ultimate goal

Not realizing , without water

their bloom will wither away