Memories from my childhood
Exit through each pore in my skin
Destiny masks the truth
In search of the path
Temptation or reality
Action or dream
Time is the culprit
Irrational sense of power
Overpassing what matters
Now and here
Write an acrostic poem on any one of the following words:
Since I’m working on my Meditation skills I had to pick Meditation as the word for the poem.
Now and here, or better, as I like to say HERE and NOW! It’s so difficult to keep our mind in the present, to observe and to feel the moment. The past always shows up, memories popping up and taking us back to the moments and situations that can’t be changed at this exact moment. I have come a long way, I’m much better now focusing on the present, but it’s a rough path, nothing smooth as the path on the photo above. I call this path a secret path, it’s in a park almost in front of my home, and only a few people walk on it. So, it’s my secret spot to do a quick walking meditation.
Roses. My fave flowers always. I enjoy each phase of them, since the tiny blossoms to the later stage when the petals start to fall off. I dry the ones that are really special to me. I’ve been doing it for many years. This one above is a Valentine’s Day gift from around 10 years ago. It has dried beautifully, I realized that the red and yellow ones are perfect for the drying process.
This week W3 prompt is about our favourite flower and spring. I opted for a butterfly cinquain to express my feelings for the roses. Nothing as flowers and butterflies to represent spring.
the young blossoms
mature to perfection
the bright colours and soft perfume
awakening with radiance
luxurious petalsbreezy or drypassion
A flash of light is entering through the window
Bodies start to stretch after the long night.
Good morning, bonjour, bom dia, buen dia, guten morgen …
Many languages contained in a small space, all the dreams and expectations
A baby babbling at the left, a toddler asking ‘are we there yet?’ at the right
People are moving in the aisle, rushing for the lavatories
The cabin crew is busy, checking if everyone is ok and collecting the night trash
The coffee fragrance spreads along the plane, soon breakfast will be served, the landing approaches.
Welcome to …
one minute you are six
in the next, sixty
interval in between
are filled with moments
tiny moments of joy
moments of worry
tiny moments of smiles
moments of sadness
all of them constitute
whole body and soul
with each bit of them
be your own being
Tanka Tuesday this week is in commemoration of Colleen’s 65th birthday. She asked us to write our own poetry form using 65 syllables. The form I created contains 3 stanzas: the first and second 6-5-6-5 and the third one 6-5-5-5. I’m naming it Boomer!
wandering without zeal
reaching the top and looking down
I'm powerless against the will
time to renew
As the first tulips start to bloom in my garden, I know it’s time to renew, to make changes, to let go of things that aren’t worth keeping and welcome the new, the possibilities, to make decisions, not always the best ones, but the ones that my body and mind are craving.
Tanka Tuesday this week is about Easter, with a flower image as inspiration. I’ve chosen a butterfly cinquain as a form for my poem, nothing better than a butterfly to remind us of rebirth, renewal, and transformation.