shameless
the full moon
baths my body and soul
bringing lightness
and power to my being
moonblushed
her radiance finds me
in the middle of the night
keeping me awake
and holding my dreams
in a world where she is the queen
Joining Eugi’s moonwashed weekly prompt – moonblushed
who
are you
in the mirror
woman
hidden feelings
beneath a mask
teen
mischievous thoughts
dreaming about tomorrow
child
wishing for
the parents approval
nobody
just someone
looking for love
Joining David’s W3 – Michelle‘s prompt:
Write a multiple/chained hay(na)ku on the theme of “love lost and found”.
Hay(na)ku is a very simple poetic form and one of the newest.
i'm looking through the window the flakes shinning as diamonds the ground is blanketed by early winter dusk outdoors is inviting me the dry air is refreshing passion arises as the warmth around the hearth a scarf wrapped around my neck leather boots dressing my feet gloves caressing my fingers chilly north winds blow
Joining Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday.
i see hope at the end of the path it’s enticing me the path is narrow and dangerous but the light is there its brightness guides me straight towards the blue wideness of the peace and lightness
Joining Sadje’s WDYS
Pen moving slowly guided by thoughts Journal blank pages welcoming words receptacle of joy
Joining David’s W3 challenge. Prompt:
The Septolet is a poem consisting of exactly seven lines containing exactly fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two verses. Both verses deal with the same thought and create a picture.
it's six am the moon is up there autumn sky sprinkling dew she's always spying on me warms up my being autumn is pumpkin bonfire scent candles, always candle-light haloed flame it fills my being I'm in awe a warm cup of joy an Himalayan white tea sacred spot these leaves have traveled distant seas to reach me pen and paper by my side safeguarding moments my thoughts and wishes which shouldn't be scattered, lost in this space
W3 – Dormasha poetry form
Moonwashed Musings – Haloed
where is the party?
i got lost in the middle of the way
wearing many masks
disguised in happiness
fake happiness
destined to burst anytime
or to fly away
leaving tears in the face
of my inner-child
So I heard She is old, not worth our time The storm has broken some of her branches So I heard She still has bright leaves Her shade is kind So I heard Birds and squirrels make their home in there The kids have their swing on her branches So I heard The electrical cables will be damage She can’t hold another storm So I heard She is hollow No more flowers and fruits So I decided My aged and deformed hands Will strongly ground to the Earth I’ll show my power And my will I’ll survive the next storm
Recently, we had a heavy storm with tornados touching down near by. Many trees branches broken, and full trees came down destroying houses, cutting electrical cables …, lots of damage. A few days later the city workers came by and cut many trees, the damaged ones and also some healthy ones. This made me so upset. Now we see the left over from their trunks, some indeed were hollow inside, but others had a strong core. I don’t know much about trees’ health, but it should have a way to check if the tree is doing well or not before cut them off.
Escaping the handcuffs of the past United, they navigate In search of long lost dreams
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 