Tag: Poetry

Rocking chair

Rocking chair
Nursing chair
Recovering chair
Reading chair
You are my lovely chair

You are an old maiden
My companion for happy and
unhappy moments
We are together
20 years or so

Your velvety fabric
With holes now
Shows a life well lived
Your wooden body is still strong
The cushions are getting softer by the day
Always inviting

Nursing chair
You have held my weight 
And my babies weight
Innumerable nights
The 3 of us
Together
Rocking without stopping
Making precious memories

Recovering chair
not so long ago
You held my recovering body
Gentle rocking, back and forward
Taking my mind away
To faraway places 
Where the pain couldn’t reach me

Reading chair
you are here now
All cozied up
By the fireplace
Holding me while I read
And travel to timeless journeys
Wisely rocking

Don’t worry my dear friend
Your velvety fabric won’t be replaced
It’s part of our story
Forever and ever

Eugi’s Moonwashed Musing prompt is Velvelty

David’s W3 prompt has been chosen by Selma:

Inspired by Neruda’s electric, surreal images, write a joyful ode to an ordinary object in your life. It doesn’t matter what it is, think kindly about how to honor and describe this praiseworthy item of yours.

24 seasons # 1

pixabay
the whispers
are coming from the forest
in the darkening days
it's a word or two
soul's melody
be fearless

I’m joining Colleen in her wonderful poetry challenge about 24 seasons. Check her post here to know the details and joining if you enjoy to write poetry.

I’ve chosen darkening days as the kigo word and the form Seox for this first poem of the 24 season series: “The elements of the Seox: a poem written in six lines, a hexastich, 3-7-6-5-4-3 syllables per lines. Unrhymed.” – Colleen

Be still

Eugi’s image
on an October day
as the sun lays to sleep
i was dazzled by the golden leaves 
and gingered sky

calm waters reflects the truth
i crush the leaves and twigs
as the birds says their prayers
i crush the leaves and twigs

walking aimless
lost in my dreams
the breeze caresses my hair
and whispers to my ears

what are you searching for?
be still and listen ...
and in that moment
i swear I was infinity

I’m joining Eugi’s Moonwashed weekly prompt, gingered sky, and David’s W3 Deepthy’s lovely prompt: ‘and in that moment i swear we were infinite’.

It’s the first day of autumn here. I wish a wonderful new season to you, autumn or spring, when the Earth will be adorned with colourful leaves or flowers.

WDYS :: maybe

In a future soon to be the past
Magical tea pots will serve you 
Hibiscus tea for sure
My favorite in the present
Maybe not in the future
And for sure not in the past
While a kid I dreamed 
Phones with a screen
As in the cartoons, The Jetsons
Flying cars
And space clothes
Now i cover the camera
I don’t show my face
And for sure not in the future
Maybe when the future turns into the past
I could buy a flying car
Go back to the past
And whisper to the future

Joining Sadje’s WDYS. This image brought me back nice memories, I loved to watch The Jetsons when I was a kid, hope you know this cartoon but maybe you have never heard of it as most of the young people or your country didn’t broadcast American cartoons. It was about a future that it is in most of the part the present now.

tanka tuesday :: innocence

in my garden
merciless talking
an innocence from madness
silence is the say
the eternal punishment
desirable forgiveness

tanka tuesday synonyms only for quiet and seek. I’m using silence and desirable for my poem.

these gorgeous white flowers called my attention yesterday, maybe a sign from nature? i looked up for their symbolism:

White flower symbolism includes purity, innocence, faith, spiritual enlightenment, and messages from angels. Uniguide.com

i’ve been walking in a rough path recently. purity and innocence can explain a lot to me right now, and maybe i’ll forgive myself.

W3 – Surrender

Pink dogwood tree in my garden
red
a breath
a moment
flowing inwards
pulsing in the veins
welcoming the changes
disguised in layers of joy
opening unknown paths ahead
not always pleasant, a disruption
should we stagnate or follow nature's rules
dancing with the wind and feeling the droplets
let go of what has passed and adapt to the new
pleasure can be killed by hesitation and worries
be still and breathe
feel the moment
mind and body
in mindfulness
we are stronger
surrender now

This is a Tree of life poem. Angela, from Let’s write blog, has choosen me as the POW (poet of week) to select a prompt for this week David’s W3 challenge. My prompt guidelines are:

Changes are happening in both hemispheres for the arrival of spring or autumn. The Earth invites us to a beautiful party with colorful flowers or leaves, depending on where we are on this immense planet.

The change of seasons can be tough on us. It can shake our core and disturb our balance. The trees are a perfect example of how to adapt to changes. The branches and leaves flow with the wind and trees get bare or full of leaves, however, a tree’s strength is in the roots.

Let the words above inspire you and write a poem in “Tree of Life” poetic form about changes, impermanence, and strength.

‘Tree of Life’ poetic form
An uplifting poem in 19 lines;
Syllabic: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-4-4-4-4-4-4;
Unrhymed;
Alignment: Centered

Thanks so much David and Angela for giving me this opportunity!

Hope you enjoyed it!

W3 – acceptance

There is a crack, a crack in everything
Unreachable perfection
Acceptance is the lesson
Don’t dwell on what has passed away
distortion  now, flawless then
Forget your perfect offering
Darkness can be a blessing

W3 prompt this week is from Angela, she offers us the poem below to use 2 or 3 lines from it and write our own poem. 

Anthem’ lyrics ( Leonard Cohen )

The birds they sang
At the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what has passed away
Or what is yet to be

Ah, the wars they will be fought again
The holy dove, she will be caught again
Bought and sold, and bought again
The dove is never free

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in

W3: upside down

a butterfly flapping its wings
an old yard lady lost her rings
searching for them, flipboom!
dizziness, zoom zoom zoom
she fell down hearing lots of dings

Joining David’s W3 challenge:Lesley’s prompt guidelines a nonsense poem with at least one invented word of your own. I’ve written a Limerick poem (5 lines with the rhyme aabba) and invented flipboom, meaning flipping, falling and boom!

Hope you like the poem and also the photo, I took it with my phone under the flower.