Rocking chair

Rocking chair
Nursing chair
Recovering chair
Reading chair
You are my lovely chair

You are an old maiden
My companion for happy and
unhappy moments
We are together
20 years or so

Your velvety fabric
With holes now
Shows a life well lived
Your wooden body is still strong
The cushions are getting softer by the day
Always inviting

Nursing chair
You have held my weight
And my babies weight
Innumerable nights
The 3 of us
Together
Rocking without stopping
Making precious memories

Recovering chair
not so long ago
You held my recovering body
Gentle rocking, back and forward
Taking my mind away
To faraway places
Where the pain couldn’t reach me

Reading chair
you are here now
All cozied up
By the fireplace
Holding me while I read
And travel to timeless journeys
Wisely rocking

Don’t worry my dear friend
Your velvety fabric won’t be replaced
It’s part of our story
Forever and ever

Eugi’s Moonwashed Musing prompt is Velvelty

David’s W3 prompt has been chosen by Selma:

Inspired by Neruda’s electric, surreal images, write a joyful ode to an ordinary object in your life. It doesn’t matter what it is, think kindly about how to honor and describe this praiseworthy item of yours.

24 seasons # 1

pixabay
the whispers
are coming from the forest
in the darkening days
it's a word or two
soul's melody
be fearless

I’m joining Colleen in her wonderful poetry challenge about 24 seasons. Check her post here to know the details and joining if you enjoy to write poetry.

I’ve chosen darkening days as the kigo word and the form Seox for this first poem of the 24 season series: “The elements of the Seox: a poem written in six lines, a hexastich, 3-7-6-5-4-3 syllables per lines. Unrhymed.” – Colleen

Be still

Eugi’s image
on an October day
as the sun lays to sleep
i was dazzled by the golden leaves 
and gingered sky

calm waters reflects the truth
i crush the leaves and twigs
as the birds says their prayers
i crush the leaves and twigs

walking aimless
lost in my dreams
the breeze caresses my hair
and whispers to my ears

what are you searching for?
be still and listen ...
and in that moment
i swear I was infinity

I’m joining Eugi’s Moonwashed weekly prompt, gingered sky, and David’s W3 Deepthy’s lovely prompt: ‘and in that moment i swear we were infinite’.

It’s the first day of autumn here. I wish a wonderful new season to you, autumn or spring, when the Earth will be adorned with colourful leaves or flowers.

WDYS :: maybe

In a future soon to be the past
Magical tea pots will serve you 
Hibiscus tea for sure
My favorite in the present
Maybe not in the future
And for sure not in the past
While a kid I dreamed 
Phones with a screen
As in the cartoons, The Jetsons
Flying cars
And space clothes
Now i cover the camera
I don’t show my face
And for sure not in the future
Maybe when the future turns into the past
I could buy a flying car
Go back to the past
And whisper to the future

Joining Sadje’s WDYS. This image brought me back nice memories, I loved to watch The Jetsons when I was a kid, hope you know this cartoon but maybe you have never heard of it as most of the young people or your country didn’t broadcast American cartoons. It was about a future that it is in most of the part the present now.

tanka tuesday :: innocence

in my garden
merciless talking
an innocence from madness
silence is the say
the eternal punishment
desirable forgiveness

tanka tuesday synonyms only for quiet and seek. I’m using silence and desirable for my poem.

these gorgeous white flowers called my attention yesterday, maybe a sign from nature? i looked up for their symbolism:

White flower symbolism includes purity, innocence, faith, spiritual enlightenment, and messages from angels. Uniguide.com

i’ve been walking in a rough path recently. purity and innocence can explain a lot to me right now, and maybe i’ll forgive myself.

monday musings

“Happily we bask in this warm September sun, which illuminates all creatures.”

Henry David Thoreau

ups and downs

  • the beautiful photo i took this morning, the leaves changing colours and the blue moon up there
  • the darkness in my mind, where regrets don’t leave me alone
  • cicadas buzzing
  • the sun warming my skin
  • the wind caressing my hair
  • my thoughts taking me away from here, from this moment
  • a new season starts, releasing the past and opening new gates for the future
  • the present is what matters

it’s holiday here, i’m catching up with some writing in my deck. please, tell me one beautiful thing you are doing today.