Throwback Thursday- Swiftly by Liyona

Throwback to March 2020 🙂

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Darling my dreams of

the sea ocean spray

swiftly carried me

your words of adoration.

Almost accidentially

I heard the whispers of

winsome woes,

your love.

If indefinite impossibilites

shall keep caverns

between us,

then I shall patiently

practice pensive


until we meet.

This poem was wrtten on the last day of March 2020. I think it encapsulates my hope for the spring and everything happening in the world. Thanks for joining me to reminice about the early days of quaratine and what emotions we held. I hope you are well as your life has changed so much from last year. Let’s keep writing and exploring. Photo by Carlos Aguilar on Unsplash

Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college…

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Where are you going? – Liyona

Here is a poem I wrote in response to the prompt “River Styx”. I look forward to seeing the theme for Issue II of Free Verse Revolution!

Free Verse Revolution:

Written in response to our prompt ‘crossing the river Styx’. We will be sharing a piece by someone in our community each day this week in the lead up to our Issue II announcement next week.

Where are you going? by Liyona

Where are you going?


Rippling waves

Lap against

The worn and


Wooden skiff


He does not

Answer my


Extending a hand


I know the exact amount

I know the payment required


A tarnished silver coin


Pale eyes

He looks through my soul


Where are you going?

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Stationary Solitude

Waves ripple

Swiftly melting moments

And I reflect

On the mirror

Of the universe




Black dots to

Swim across the

Other worldly planes.

The shade of leaves,

Phantoms of a 

Looking glass that has

Stilled the stream




I found breath and

Double vision memories

That always

Tenderly uncover

My innermost desire

To inhabit

This quiet world.

I wrote this poem in response to the Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge. You can find the photo I was inspired by here. I have been trying to write in response to various ‘challenges’ that I find online! It has been such a good way to push myself creatively and think outside the box. Recently, I have found myself less inclined to write about my personal life but I still want to create and feel inspired. These exercises have been a pleasant way to continue writing but not have to dig so deep… I wonder if this is part of the artistic process. After writing about myself for so long, it feels refreshing to take a step back and take inspiration from elsewhere. In this poem, I use the word “I” and you might be thinking “Isn’t this poem about yourself??”. Although this poem uses a first person pronoun, I don’t see myself reflected in the poem rather the “I” represents the reader. You really have to take a look at the picture to understand. Photo by Pepe Reyes on Unsplash

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge March 23, 2021

I challenge you!

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Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.
The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15 minutes, inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting. Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support. All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate. Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

Prompt: “Raindrops of my heart”

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My reflection

Among the lily pads

On the cool clear 


Settled into a simple

Charmed life


My soul

Resting in the shadow

Of the trees


On the crisp


Settled into a charmed

Simple life

Not much to say about this poem. Change and new adventures sit on my horizon and I long for a ‘simple charmed life’. But maybe I already have it?


Published in Flora Fiction

I am so excited to announce that I have been published in the Spring 2021 Issue of Flora Fiction! Please take a moment to check out this awesome issue and read work from amazing writers!


I want to congratulate the Flora Fiction team on an incredible job! I love the “Revival” theme and how this issue feels so relevant in today’s world.


Find my poem below on pg 21. Also please be sure to follow Flora Fiction, purchase a print copy and submit to be considered for publication!

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Throwback Friday- I Dreamed by Liyona

Just some thoughts from last year 🙂

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I dreamed of a bright

blue horizon

where I screamed

into the wind

and no longer

tethered my

hope to



I dreamed of a yellow bloom

swaying freely

where a small buttercup

was my


no longer

trying to

be stronger

than the sun


I dreamed of it all

and remembered

my feet

my shoes

my path

my journey

to a land unknown

inside of my mind

This poem was written after the first two weeks in quaratine. I think you can really feel my desire to run away from everything. I am thankful to have seen this year through and hope to continue to lean into that idea that my strenghth does not have to come from myself. Photo by Ant Rozetsky on Unsplash.


Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down…

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You stole my heart

And gave me a new name

The wide open spaces

To the desert beyond

Fissures and specks of sandy


Hit my face 

As I watch the thunderstorms

Roll in


Far away

Across the horizon 

I see the oldest 



You change my soul

Into a new creation

Forever I am spellbound

To your rocky plains

Harpy song

That makes me crave

To live again

In your sweltering



Far Away

Across the horizon

I watch as the Kachinas

Dance in the evening sun

I wrote this as a response to the Tuesday Prompt Challenge over at the Go Dog Go Cafe. We were inspired to Write a poem about a place that inspires you. Instantly, Arizona came to mind. I was able to live there for a month and a half during the summer of 2016. This time was such an incredible experience and I can’t wait to go back and visit again. Honestly, I loved every moment that I was there. This desert place is so different from my hometown that I found myself marveling at the smallest things. I hope you enjoy the poem! Have you ever been to AZ? Do you think you would like to visit? Photo by Robert Murray on Unsplash.

Issue I: available for download

Be sure to check out Issue 1 of Free Verse Rvolution! It is filled with incredible writing and photography! I really enjoyed this issue!

Free Verse Revolution:

Issue I: hebe (the fountain of youth) is now available for download!

Get your copy of our first issue here.

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Have a good day at work

I will pray for your safe return.


What’s for dinner tonight?

Is it my favorite dish?


She leaves the house

like anyother day

only to find

her soul

drifting to the great beyond

with no reason

for the depature.



Come home safe.


I forgot to tell you

I love you

In the US, we have experienced yet another tragedy of a senseless shooting. There were 8 courageous and incredible women who left the earth on Tuesday. As I process these deaths, I wonder about my own impertinence. How things change in a blink of an eye. Eomma is the English spelling of the Korean word for “mother”. I wanted to pay proper tribute to these women and reflect on the families left behind. Photo by Jez Timms on Unsplash