are you ready to go back
to change the journey
the door is open
is up to you
to cross it
but
remember
the present
that you cherish
will not be
are you ready?
Joining Sadje’s WDYS
WDYS :: gateway to the past
Category: Poetry
W3 :: nobody
who
are you
in the mirror
woman
hidden feelings
beneath a mask
teen
mischievous thoughts
dreaming about tomorrow
child
wishing for
the parents approval
nobody
just someone
looking for love
Joining David’s W3 – Michelle‘s prompt:
Write a multiple/chained hay(na)ku on the theme of “love lost and found”.
Hay(na)ku?
Hay(na)ku is a very simple poetic form and one of the newest.
- Three lines;
- L1: one word;
- L2: two words;
- L3: three words;
tanka tuesday :: through the window
i'm looking through the window the flakes shinning as diamonds the ground is blanketed by early winter dusk outdoors is inviting me the dry air is refreshing passion arises as the warmth around the hearth a scarf wrapped around my neck leather boots dressing my feet gloves caressing my fingers chilly north winds blow
Joining Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday.
WDYS :: Hope
i see hope at the end of the path it’s enticing me the path is narrow and dangerous but the light is there its brightness guides me straight towards the blue wideness of the peace and lightness
Joining Sadje’s WDYS
penning down
they are here
the ending is close
time is hushing
i’m penning down this moment
it will survive the eternity
erasing all the separateness
the silence falls
W3 – Journaling
Pen moving slowly guided by thoughts Journal blank pages welcoming words receptacle of joy
Joining David’s W3 challenge. Prompt:
Deanna’s prompt guidelines
- Write a “Septolet” that refers to something that is held, something that one might hold.
Septolet?
The Septolet is a poem consisting of exactly seven lines containing exactly fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two verses. Both verses deal with the same thought and create a picture.
one autumn morning
it's six am the moon is up there autumn sky sprinkling dew she's always spying on me warms up my being autumn is pumpkin bonfire scent candles, always candle-light haloed flame it fills my being I'm in awe a warm cup of joy an Himalayan white tea sacred spot these leaves have traveled distant seas to reach me pen and paper by my side safeguarding moments my thoughts and wishes which shouldn't be scattered, lost in this space
W3 – Dormasha poetry form
Moonwashed Musings – Haloed
WDYS – lost in thoughts
where is the party?
i got lost in the middle of the way
wearing many masks
disguised in happiness
fake happiness
destined to burst anytime
or to fly away
leaving tears in the face
of my inner-child
WDYS – hollow
So I heard She is old, not worth our time The storm has broken some of her branches So I heard She still has bright leaves Her shade is kind So I heard Birds and squirrels make their home in there The kids have their swing on her branches So I heard The electrical cables will be damage She can’t hold another storm So I heard She is hollow No more flowers and fruits So I decided My aged and deformed hands Will strongly ground to the Earth I’ll show my power And my will I’ll survive the next storm
Recently, we had a heavy storm with tornados touching down near by. Many trees branches broken, and full trees came down destroying houses, cutting electrical cables …, lots of damage. A few days later the city workers came by and cut many trees, the damaged ones and also some healthy ones. This made me so upset. Now we see the left over from their trunks, some indeed were hollow inside, but others had a strong core. I don’t know much about trees’ health, but it should have a way to check if the tree is doing well or not before cut them off.
harvest moon
the blessed harvest moon illuminating my path she brings me back home pumpkins, apple cider, gnomes all awaits for my return
Tea & Paper 