Noticing and Musings
wheel laughing dripping tears 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.
Past Present The plain truth Moment between 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.
Full moon blessing to you!
Tea & Paper 