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W3 – Meditation

a garden close by home
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

W3 prompt this week has been chosen by Punam:

  • Write an acrostic poem on any one of the following words:
    1. Discipline;
    2. Enthusiasm;
    3. Meditation;
    4. Tumult;
    5. Trouble.

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.

W3 – Dandelions

dandelions
yellow beauties 
lawn tiny wishes
shattering spells of joy
smiles

dandelions
unwanted weeds
lawn spreading annoyance
shattering spells of distress
angry

First time writing an Elfchen poem (see the instructions below). This form was suggested by Sadje. She asked us to write one poem and another one opposing the first one.

Dandelions are my favourite wildflower, so the first poem is really what I meant about them. However, I know some people that really hate them.

An elevenie (German: elfchen) is a short poem with a given pattern. It contains eleven words which are arranged in a specified order over five rows. Each row has a requirement that can vary.

Joining W3 – Elfchen (Elevenie) poem

W3 – Roses

dried red rose

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. 

roses
the young blossoms 
mature to perfection 
the bright colours and soft perfume 
senses
awakening with radiance
luxurious petals
breezy or dry
passion

Joining W3 – favourite flower


			


	



			
				


	

		
Birthday

			


	

		



































It’s my birthday and my garden for sure knows how to make me smile. All the tulips are blooming in both front and back gardens. 





A gratitude list is perfectly fine for today:





    

  • I’m drinking my coffee, writing this blog post and looking at the beautiful birthday card hubby and the kids gave me this morning
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  • I’m taking the day off from work
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  • It’s raining and I’ll spend the day reading and writing
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  • I’m feeling good and light
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  • Latter, I’ll buy a cake and pizza to celebrate the day
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I’d love if you also share what you are grateful for.





Have a wonderful day yourself!

			


	



			
				


	

		
W3 – words

			


	

		

one afternoon nearby…





consonance and assonance
such annoyance
buoyant and flamboyant
words should be in abundance
don't use redundancy
have endurance





Joining David’s W3 challenge:





    

  • Write a poem of at least six lines that’s heavy on consonance, assonance, or both;

      

    • Consonance: repetition of identical consonant sounds;
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    • Assonance: repetition of similar vowel sounds.
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Arrival

			


	

		








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 …






Reena’s Xploration Challenge:





“There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.” 

Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps






			


	



			
				


	

		
boomer

			


	

		






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!





The tulips are for Colleen! Happy Birthday!

			


	



			
				


	

		
renewal

			


	

		

first tulip of the season in my garden





searching
magical wings
wandering without zeal
reaching the top and looking down
weakness
I'm powerless against the will
random resolution
time to renew
deep breath






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.