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
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
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
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
Write a “Septolet” that refers to something that is held, something that one might hold.
Septolet?
The Septolet is a poem consisting of exactly seven lines containing exactly fourteen wordswith 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
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.
Tea & Paper 