daughter, sister, wife, mother, friend, worker
multiple duties, tasks and pleasures
always needed, never in need
limited recognition
consuming winter blues
as the blue colour
a breath of peace
splitting care
woman
just
An inverted etheree poem for W3 – photo prompt
flow
with joy
time will tell
the right moment
not a second more
and not a second less
listen, your intuition
sailing in turbulent waters
let go of the grip, breathe in and out
sparkling water will show the direction
Joining the W3 prompt this week with an Etheree poem.
Choose a word from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows and make it the title of your poem. Your poem should either use the word directly or capture the essence of its meaning. Include a direct link to the word’s page so readers can explore its definition and origin. Write in any poetic form you wish.
I’ve chosen JUSTING, check the meaning here.
in your hands, please hold it tight
believe your mind will take flight
the love exhales discover
allows your senses to hover
Could you guess the subject in this poem?
Sixty-four
A number, a message,
Since the start
A breath and wisdom
Unexpectedly
Showing up, erasing the darkness
Harmony and peace
Self-determination
Number of squares in a chessboard
For the game players
Number of nucleotides in the genome
For the scientists
Some say it’s God’s number
Since the Tower of Babel
To I Ching
Present in many mystical things
Bringing light to the unknown
The W3 prompt this week is by Sheila
The number 64 has always been special to me. When I saw Sheila asked for a poem with 64 words I decided to write about the number 64 per si.
This number is present in many natural, mystical and scientific fields. I’ve pointed out some of them in my poem. Hope you enjoy it!
the black tea passion
first pleasure in the mornings
hot water and leaves
-the mindfulness is the key-
the early morning rush
enemy of the pleasure
hurry, leave the tea
W3 – Puente poem, first time trying it! I wrote a Senryu poem for the 1st and 3rd stanzas and a mantra I always keep in mind for the 2nd stanza. Hope you enjoy it!
Walking along by the river
I spotted this light pole
Standing still, strong
Undisturbed by the snowstorm
Nobody, nothing can break its peace
I took my gloves off and snapped a photo
To take back home
Just as a reminder
The Winter blues are here
Disturbing inner peace
Hold on tight to yourself
Joining David’s W3 – jamb-jitsu poetry form
A glass of wine, a yarn, and little by little layers are born. The waiting and expectation are building up as I look through the window. A new year is approaching!
snowdrops at midnight
welcoming new beginnings
shining as diamonds
Tanka Tuesday – Haibun
Moonwashed musings – New beginnings
look
up in the sky
hope is there
between the beams of light
darkness retreats
room for joy
make space in your being
never leave for tomorrow
the opportunity is here and now
the opportunity is here and now
never leave for tomorrow
make space in your being
room for joy
darkness retreats
between the beams of light
hope is there
up in the sky
look
David’s W3 – prompt:
Write a reverse poem. A reverse poem can be read forward and backward (top to bottom or bottom to top, line by line). The meaning of the poem changes depending on the direction you read it in.
If you want an extra challenge, try writing your poem in exactly eight or twelve lines.
a stitch here
a stitch there
scissors up and down
the piece of silk i bought
many many years ago
she didn’t believe me
i still remember her eyes
her whispers
‘too good for her’
my treasure drawer
held bits and pieces
many tiny little treasures
collected over the years
the precious silk laid down
in there, waiting and waiting
‘too good for her’
each time i opened the drawer
the silk greeted me with softness
her whispers always followed along
‘too good for her’
when i moved out
i couldn’t leave the silk behind
it came in my suitcase
which was its home for
many many years
and of course her whispers tagged along
‘too good for her’
as I get older I understand
i’m free and so the piece of silk
a skirt has been tailored
and flows freely in the wind
her whispers have no power over me
‘too good for her’
let her look
Joining David's W3 - Selma's prompt:
- Imagine a person from an old memory looking in on you through an open window;
- You’d all but forgotten about this person, but today their presence has given rise to this memory;
- What do you see? What’s going on?
- Write this as a Memory Poem:
- Purge this memory out of your system; allude to the memory; banish the memory;
- Poem length: 100 – 300 words;
- The poem must end with these words: “Let him/her look”
the 7 wonders make me wonder
where is the flow to my wholeness
in 300 ways i see progress
in 300 ways i see failure
optimism and inspiration
embrace my inner growth
and creative self-expression is born
Joining Reena’s Xploration challenge # 300. Congrats Reena!
Tea & Paper 