Starting a new life
Precious moments are always remembered
Resilience
Instigated by curiosity
Never look back
Give yourself a chance
Sun, sea, and sand
Unforgettable moments
Memories of freedom
Memories of joy
Excitation and whispers
Recreating dreams
Falling
Apart, melancholy
Letting go of the faith
Leading you to the abysm
Wonderland
Investing in yourself
Never gives up
The transition is short
Eternal hope
Releasing guilt
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!
Dappled – marked with spots or rounded patches accordingly to Oxford Dictionary
I had to check this word out when I saw the Moonwashed Musings‘ prompt for this week and my first thought was about getting older.
The photo above is of one of my hostas in the backyard. I think it is beautiful the change of colours, the slow decay of the leaves with all their spots and edges turning inwards as if investing in self-care, saving the energy for the rough months ahead. It’s a different kind of joy when I look at the plants in the autumn compared with the joy in the spring, when the plants are coming alive, the edges going onward, showing off all the beauty and expectations for the new season.
Tea & Paper 