pillar of life
where is the balance?
it's the rhyme and sonnet
it's lost in the encounters
always revolving around time
the obscurity of the limit
the plain interpretation of being
the words for tanka tuesday this week are circled and squared, synonyms only! i’ve chosen wheel and balance and etheree as a form.
The plain truth
Waiting for a sign
Tears turned out diamonds
In the middle of the fog
She knows, the mirror does not lie
Scars are embroidered into laces
The exhausting cries now sound like a valse
I’ve chosen the theme for this week’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge: The day after. With many things going on in this world right now, that I thought we should look ahead a little bit and maybe see some light.
this week was a kind of should or shouldn’t, what if……. i felt disconnected of my true-self, i let people and circumstances take control of my wishes. my intuition was guiding me to one side and i went to another.
right now i have snow flakes dancing in front of me, my cup of coffee and it’s time to reset.
the words for tanka tuesday this week are follow and lead, synonyms only! I’ve chosen pursue and clues, added them together in a double etheree. hope you enjoy and have a great weekend!
hope evolve breath, focus intuition moments and people the message comes in clues learn the rule of soul knowledge shows up in mysterious ways nothing should be able to steal it it isn’t always clear at the moment joy is whole, consciousness, the commitment authentically an empowered person pursue it without limits and keep your senses synchronized confirming that you are in peace now letting go of any expectation
an inner child is playing and waiting the wonder of possibilities joyfully new beginners, dreams the innocent side of youth is plenty at the view there is emptiness to be filled, joy until when the time flows
Sharing with Tanka Tuesday – poets choice of words: I’ve chosen child and joy and the form is Etheree.
Since today is a full moon, my poem has to be about her. I was waiting for the moon to rise and take the photo for the post. This moon is a supermoon and is called a snow moon.
Letting go of the sacred innocence the soothing music of the forest in the dark February sky bathed in flower essence and dressed in a silver dress distressed wolves howling full snow moon blooms she is bold desired joy
The words for today are game and trouble so I’ve chosen bold and distressed as synonyms. I’m using the Etheree form of poetry.