Author: Elizabeth

Pages


Pause
Breathe in
And breathe out
Blank pages wait
symphony of dreams
giving form to the notes
your faithful treasured freedom
jotting down the impossible
Smoothly guiding the pen through the lines
"Pause, breathe in and breathe out, blank pages wait"

Joining David’s W3 prompt:

Sarah’s prompt guidelines

  1. Form: Dectina Refrain
  2. Theme: ‘free’ or any variation of this word

Dectina refrain

  • Syllabic: Ten lines – 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10 syllables;
  • Refrain: The 10th line is comprised of the first four lines all together as one stand alone line in quotation marks.

Sixty-four

Pixabay free image
Sixty-four
A number, a message,
Since the start
A breath and wisdom

Unexpectedly
Showing up, erasing the darkness
Harmony and peace
Self-determination

Number of squares in a chessboard
For the game players
Number of nucleotides in the genome
For the scientists

Some say it’s God’s number
Since the Tower of Babel
To I Ching
Present in many mystical things

Bringing light to the unknown

The W3 prompt this week is by Sheila

  • Form: Any poetic form;
  • Length: Exactly 64 words;
  • Must include: the words “dark” and “light” in any form

The number 64 has always been special to me. When I saw Sheila asked for a poem with 64 words I decided to write about the number 64 per si.

This number is present in many natural, mystical and scientific fields. I’ve pointed out some of them in my poem. Hope you enjoy it!

Autumn sunset

Sunset on Oct 27th – no filter applied!
Peacing my thoughts
Before the world darks
I forwarded myself into the light
Believing that magic still exits

I hearted my feelings
For a few minutes
The golden possibled my being
Magnetically

I listened to my intuition
And didn’t science my soul
I let go of expectations
I was sevening again

Joining Moonwashed Musings – the prompt is Magnetic

AND

Joining W3 poetry challenge, Melissa‘s prompt is below. The words I’ve chosen are in italics in my poem.

Melissa’s prompt guidelines,

Verb: a word used to describe an action, state, or occurrence, and forming the main part of the predicate of a sentence, such as hear, become, happen.

Prompt

  1. Write a poem in any form, no more than 40 lines;
  2. Take a handful (5) of the words in the table below and use them in your poem as verbs;
    • You may combine a word with a hyphen and another word that is a verb if you wish.
    • Examples:
      1. I abouted him now more than ever before.
      2. The autumn wind leaf-flooded the road.

Table of words

aboutherselfpeace
becausehighpossible
camerahowscience
carindustryseven
darkitselfsix
despitelatesouth
entiremachinespeech
footmoneytoward
formernicetwo
heartotheryes

W3 :: The changing seasons

Starting a new life
Precious moments are always remembered 
Resilience
Instigated by curiosity
Never look back
Give yourself a chance 
Sun, sea, and sand
Unforgettable moments
Memories of freedom
Memories of joy
Excitation and whispers
Recreating dreams
Falling 
Apart, melancholy
Letting go of the faith
Leading you to the abysm
Wonderland
Investing in yourself
Never gives up
The transition is short
Eternal hope
Releasing guilt

Joining W3 – prompt chosen by Diana

Is there something to be thankful for?

From my mom’s wedding china set.

Thanksgiving weekend in Canada. My dad passed away a few days ago. I feel alone, part of me is gone. My mother passed away in 2011, now I’ve no parents, it’s a feeling of abandonment. It seems I was walking on a tightrope with each one of them holding one of my hands. I still had my father holding me when my mother left, so I kept the balance, he wouldn’t let me fall. Now, my hands are free and I need to keep the balance by myself. As I write this I’m thinking maybe I was the one who abandoned him, I could have done more for him, I could have been more present, I could have done this and that. 

Grief and guilt for sure walk hand in hand. The what ifs which have followed all my life get stronger at this time. I’m constantly journaling and meditating, trying to understand each step of the grieving process. At some moments the pain hits hard but most of the time I’m calm, trying to observe my feelings from a distance instead of diving deeper into them. 

Is there something to give thanks? Yes, I have many things to be thankful for. This year in particular my thanks go to my parents, for their love, strength, honesty, dignity, values, their simplicity and smile, how they always put us kids in the first place and did everything possible and sometimes the impossible to help us to grow and thrive in this world. 

They left us (3 kids, 4 grandkids, 2 grand grandkids) with many material treasures, but the most important of all are the memories which we will keep forever and hopefully pass through many generations. 

Thank you for being here with me and I hope you have something to give thanks today!

What’s missing?

It is a cloudy day, raining coming and going. Silence. I’m in the living room looking through the window, trying to find words, organizing my thoughts. 

I baked a cake and read a few pages. My thoughts are coming and going as the rain. I don’t have stillness; I need someone, something.

I open my laptop, my blog, and jump to the reader. Sadje’s question pops up: Is anything missing from your life? 

Myself! 

I don’t have doubts, my answer is: I miss myself. 

I miss the years which went by so fast, I miss the opportunities I didn’t take, I miss the time I could have spent close to the people I loved, I miss the past. I got lost on the journey. I miss myself, the true-self who is masked by a pretense of being a daughter, wife, mother, employee …, many layers hiding myself. 

Who am I when I’m disrobed of all the titles above?