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
the blessed harvest moon illuminating my path she brings me back home pumpkins, apple cider, gnomes all awaits for my return
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.
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.
infinity love always a work in progress perpetuity
W3 prompt this week is provided by Nigel, I have chosen a Senryu poetry form.
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!
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
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.
magic ritual when the true self is revealed the dawn is welcome
W3 prompt this week is offered by the lovely Sadje. She asks us to:
I’ve chosen a Senryu (5-7-5 lines) to express my passion for writing, mostly journaling.
J ourney O pening up thoughts to the pages U ltimate self-care R ecognizing my needs and dreams N ow, past and present colliding A nswers hidden in my being L ightness guides the pen I ntuition takes over N ever backing up G enuine pleasure
W3 prompt this week is: Write a poem of any style and any length on the topic of “Power.” I have written an acrostic poem about the power of journaling.
I’ve been journaling for 10 years. I remember the first time I put a pen to a blank page, it was in September, later in the afternoon, the autumn sunset bathed my living room. I got a piece of paper and a pen, leftovers of my kids homework. I started jotting down ideas, a little while those ideas transformed into deep thoughts, a yes, like magic, everything clarified in my mind.
Since then I have filled up many notebooks with my thoughts. I started getting fancy and buying beautiful journals with soft pages and pens that glide on each line or dot. Now I prefer dotted pages rather than lined ones.
Journaling is powerful!
Tea & Paper 