“If everything around seems dark, look again, you may be the light.” ― Rumi
The darkness hits hard this time of the year, I feel lost in my thoughts, my goals are melting. The only bit of grounding moment is when I’m writing on my journal, twinkle lights and a candle lighting up the dark mornings.
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
Pen moving slowly guided by thoughts Journal blank pages welcoming words receptacle of joy
Joining David’s W3 challenge. Prompt:
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.
the sound of the rain
tiny beauties on my way
a long due haircut
a warm weekend ahead
a cup of tea and a book for later
now it’s your turn, what are you grateful for today?
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
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
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.
In Canada, we celebrate thanksgiving this weekend. It’s earlier than the USA thanksgiving celebration. We are up north and the harvest is already in full mode, soon it will be snowing and nothing else to harvest.
It’s a chilly day, 5C/41F this morning. I’m sitting in my living room trying to put words together for this post. Maybe a gratitude list, quotes, poems… not sure what to write.
“What if, today, we were grateful for everything?”
Charlie Brown
So, here are three things I’m grateful for at this moment:
“Be present in all things and thankful for all things.”
Maya Angelou
Could you tell me one thing you are grateful today?
Happy Thanksgiving!
the blessed harvest moon illuminating my path she brings me back home pumpkins, apple cider, gnomes all awaits for my return
Escaping the handcuffs of the past United, they navigate In search of long lost dreams
Tea & Paper 