<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[//iridescent_poet//]]></title><description><![CDATA[iridescent-poet]]></description><link>https://jeanvblerk.wixsite.com/iridescent-poet/blog-1</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2026 09:23:16 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://jeanvblerk.wixsite.com/iridescent-poet/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Timid Meows]]></title><description><![CDATA[Once upon a time, there was a very small kitten. So small in fact that she disappeared rather easily. She used her Meows scarcely, barely...]]></description><link>https://jeanvblerk.wixsite.com/iridescent-poet/single-post/2018/11/06/timid-meows</link><guid isPermaLink="false">62035d18cc19327d76cdd368</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2018 22:35:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/a36a80_abb9f4d77800450d9f529e711c8cf213~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_512,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>By Jeanique van Blerk //iridescent_poet//</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I Wish to Say]]></title><description><![CDATA[“And clearly it's not easy, but the challenge is an art - sharing who you are, and the person you want to be.. without building a mirage...]]></description><link>https://jeanvblerk.wixsite.com/iridescent-poet/single-post/2018/11/01/i-wish-to-say</link><guid isPermaLink="false">62035d18cc19327d76cdd36e</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2018 13:03:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/a36a80_7e3f4c2d7960401c88ddbe35530416ae~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_960,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>By Jeanique van Blerk //iridescent_poet//</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The ShellShock of Hurt]]></title><description><![CDATA[The shell shock of hurt is dangerously deafening. The lips of love try to mouth me to action; To move me to go somewhere, to come with...]]></description><link>https://jeanvblerk.wixsite.com/iridescent-poet/single-post/2018/10/28/the-shellshock-of-hurt</link><guid isPermaLink="false">62035d18cc19327d76cdd36a</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2018 20:17:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/a36a80_8d960a7e2ef240baaf6699ab48e6e35b~mv2_d_5574_1920_s_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>By Jeanique van Blerk //iridescent_poet//</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Canvas of The Sky]]></title><description><![CDATA[Oft scattered with imaginative thought. Second guessing just opens new doors. This blank canvas that is not our own. Looking up high...]]></description><link>https://jeanvblerk.wixsite.com/iridescent-poet/single-post/2018/10/26/the-canvas-of-the-sky</link><guid isPermaLink="false">62035d18cc19327d76cdd36c</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2018 16:07:44 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/a36a80_c3d6f9e8d78442a18895002b5efee51e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_585,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>By Jeanique van Blerk //iridescent_poet//</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Interrupted Mind.]]></title><description><![CDATA[I honestly have the sort of brain that does not shut up. The best description I have of it is that my mind in all its beauty and intrigue...]]></description><link>https://jeanvblerk.wixsite.com/iridescent-poet/single-post/2018/04/23/interrupted-mind</link><guid isPermaLink="false">62035d18cc19327d76cdd36d</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2018 19:32:19 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/a36a80_4db1f5f2bffb4e43b7171192a5d8721e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_960,h_960,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>By Jeanique van Blerk //iridescent_poet//</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I Don't Like my Dreams.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Dreams take you to the edge of yourself and dare you to jump. Ever wanted to just, how do I explain this, just not. Exactly that- just...]]></description><link>https://jeanvblerk.wixsite.com/iridescent-poet/single-post/2018/02/15/i-dont-like-my-dreams</link><guid isPermaLink="false">62035d18cc19327d76cdd369</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2018 14:44:55 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/a36a80_7c82a53520734109ae4d8e360da29d47~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_720,h_540,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>By Jeanique van Blerk //iridescent_poet//</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reality Through a Story I Imagined.]]></title><description><![CDATA[This is a story I imagined of my own reality and a realization that to this day I still grapple with as it so persistently grips all of...]]></description><link>https://jeanvblerk.wixsite.com/iridescent-poet/single-post/2018/02/15/reality-through-a-story-i-imaged</link><guid isPermaLink="false">62035d18cc19327d76cdd36b</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2018 13:44:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/a36a80_f2fd2b6c8a74426eb5a4ef2eb9b87e0b~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_960,h_540,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>By Jeanique van Blerk //iridescent_poet//</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>