Category: Poetry

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

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.

W3 :: Writing

magic ritual
when the true self is revealed
the dawn is welcome

W3 prompt this week is offered by the lovely Sadje. She asks us to:

  • Write: a syllabic poem or: a poem in free verse;
  • Topic: “What inspires you to write?” or: “What inspires you to write poetry?”

I’ve chosen a Senryu (5-7-5 lines) to express my passion for writing, mostly journaling.

forgiveness

dear
be still
a soft song
the rain whispers 
throughout the window 
clouds are crying for me
the stress slowly dissipates 
i will fly free as a feather
for forgiveness and absolution 
a believer of possibilities

joining Reena’s exploration challenge – must include the word rain. i’ve chosen an Etheree poem to depict my feelings when i took this photo from my office window a few weeks back.

W3 :: The power of journaling

J ourney 
O pening up thoughts to the pages
U ltimate self-care
R ecognizing my needs and dreams
N ow, past and present colliding 
A nswers hidden in my being 
L ightness guides the pen
I ntuition takes over
N ever backing up 
G enuine pleasure

W3 prompt this week is: Write a poem of any style and any length on the topic of “Power.” I have written an acrostic poem about the power of journaling.

I’ve been journaling for 10 years. I remember the first time I put a pen to a blank page, it was in September, later in the afternoon, the autumn sunset bathed my living room. I got a piece of paper and a pen, leftovers of my kids homework. I started jotting down ideas, a little while those ideas transformed into deep thoughts, a yes, like magic, everything clarified in my mind. 

Since then I have filled up many notebooks with my thoughts. I started getting fancy and buying beautiful journals with soft pages and pens that glide on each line or dot. Now I prefer dotted pages rather than lined ones. 

Journaling is powerful!

Pelican

Pelicans 
water bird with a long beak - for scooping up fish
striking image in the sky - the 10 feet wingspan 
deep into your emotions - in V formation
pure focus and persistence - spirit animal

Tanka Tuesday prompt this week is to write a Imayo poem about a bird.

Pelicans are my favorite birds. They remind me of the ocean and vacation. I only see them when I’m on vacation at the beach in the south. I love the symbolism they represent as a spirit animal, the freedom and self-understanding they demonstrate when flying.

W3 :: powerful

powerful 
slowly breaking through 
between rocks
and branches
the need to rise takes over
to be grand and loved

looking up
a sweet joy awaits
it is worth
to be brave
the true path has been chosen
darkness is behind

W3 prompt is “Write a Shadorma of a minimum of 2 stanzas on the topic of strength (physical, emotional, mental, ethical, or of character…)“

Nature’s power, this little strawberry, alone, breaking all the barriers to survive. I’m grateful it was on my path, and I could admire its strength to survive.