W3 – Surrender

Pink dogwood tree in my garden
red
a breath
a moment
flowing inwards
pulsing in the veins
welcoming the changes
disguised in layers of joy
opening unknown paths ahead
not always pleasant, a disruption
should we stagnate or follow nature's rules
dancing with the wind and feeling the droplets
let go of what has passed and adapt to the new
pleasure can be killed by hesitation and worries
be still and breathe
feel the moment
mind and body
in mindfulness
we are stronger
surrender now

This is a Tree of life poem. Angela, from Let’s write blog, has choosen me as the POW (poet of week) to select a prompt for this week David’s W3 challenge. My prompt guidelines are:

Changes are happening in both hemispheres for the arrival of spring or autumn. The Earth invites us to a beautiful party with colorful flowers or leaves, depending on where we are on this immense planet.

The change of seasons can be tough on us. It can shake our core and disturb our balance. The trees are a perfect example of how to adapt to changes. The branches and leaves flow with the wind and trees get bare or full of leaves, however, a tree’s strength is in the roots.

Let the words above inspire you and write a poem in “Tree of Life” poetic form about changes, impermanence, and strength.

‘Tree of Life’ poetic form
An uplifting poem in 19 lines;
Syllabic: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-4-4-4-4-4-4;
Unrhymed;
Alignment: Centered

Thanks so much David and Angela for giving me this opportunity!

Hope you enjoyed it!

W3 – acceptance

There is a crack, a crack in everything
Unreachable perfection
Acceptance is the lesson
Don’t dwell on what has passed away
distortion  now, flawless then
Forget your perfect offering
Darkness can be a blessing

W3 prompt this week is from Angela, she offers us the poem below to use 2 or 3 lines from it and write our own poem.

Anthem’ lyrics ( Leonard Cohen )

The birds they sang
At the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what has passed away
Or what is yet to be

Ah, the wars they will be fought again
The holy dove, she will be caught again
Bought and sold, and bought again
The dove is never free

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in

WDYS:: Deadline

Image credit; Simon Berger Unsplash

The outdoors is inviting. The golden light beams are dancing between the branches, adorning the leaves as sparkling diamonds. Oh, the leaves couldn’t be more appealing, dressed up in red, orange and yellow.

A few minutes here is enough to recharge me, now n.115 is waiting for me. A dark and claustrophobic room where days and nights blend with one another, a cell I’ve designed for myself to keep the distractions away. The work needs to be done, timing is pressing.

Joining Sadje’s WDYS.

W3: upside down

a butterfly flapping its wings
an old yard lady lost her rings
searching for them, flipboom!
dizziness, zoom zoom zoom
she fell down hearing lots of dings

Joining David’s W3 challenge:Lesley’s prompt guidelines a nonsense poem with at least one invented word of your own. I’ve written a Limerick poem (5 lines with the rhyme aabba) and invented flipboom, meaning flipping, falling and boom!

Hope you like the poem and also the photo, I took it with my phone under the flower.

30 (tiny) things that make me happy

List 30 things that make you happy.

Daily writing prompt
  • a walk by any water body
  • roses
  • to find feathers on my way
  • journaling
  • books
  • getting books from the library
  • flying
  • trees
  • trees with twinkle lights
  • beautiful notebooks
  • healthy food
  • and not so much healthy deserts, but delish
  • baking cupcakes for my kids
  • my indoors plants
  • the view from my kitchen in the winter
  • my colourful tiny vases
  • orchids
  • a room with a view
  • clouds, from up or above
  • travelling
  • my garden
  • finding beautiful messages online
  • tulips, always tulips
  • droplets on my way
  • nature’s little critters, of course the cute ones
  • journaling in the sunlight
  • or with a candlelight
  • running towards the sunrise
  • drinking a cuppa in my garden
  • the full moon, always