I discovered an inner rhythm that summoned a vespertine breeze I sought illumination from screaming starlight as it exploded just before dawn Mine was a wild, wild whisper as I sang a new song Change was imminent— like a single crack to my bones, this My branches weighed heavy till they surrendered with broken beauty Salvation amidst splinters, a serenade framed by the beat of … Continue reading Salvation and Splinters
Hope lives here in these remembered days beneath the sky, ever blue Borne of seconds of red poppies and silvery stars hope lives here Faith in that beyond our means beyond our grasp intertwined within changing minds Synchronicity, credence to the ephemeral the Earth as She was and could be Hope, hope lives here Such is my lullaby as I sing my way home now … Continue reading Dreaming of Home
some thought it sad her swiftly failing memory from this side of dreams it looked dreary and dark like rain on a cold November night caught between the grim and the futile she was a frail woman lingering on the edge of golden gates window-shopping before making a final purchase living in the space between breaths against the odds, as if efforts to contradict were … Continue reading Heartbeat
I am the willow stooped and ungainly from years of solitude and discordant thoughts They weave together to carve lines in my flesh but my roots run deep as I seek sweet water It’s a reckless love, this unquenchable thirst made worse as I dance in the dusty summer wind My measureless imagination conjures images of the long-departed here by the muddy banks I feel … Continue reading Willow
OctPoWriMo Day 24 – Join us here Welcome to Day 24! Today’s prompt is breathe. It comes at a perfect time for me. I’ve had nothing but computer issues lately, and for the first time since I started #OctPoWriMo I’ve missed several days of posting. I started getting stressed about it but finally decided that I have to keep moving forward. I’ll try to … Continue reading OctPoWriMo Day 24
Are you participating in OctPoWriMo? This is the post I shared for today’s prompt. Come join us here. Sometimes the only way to really experience something is to smash it apart and examine all the broken pieces. Sometimes perfection is not as truthful as imperfection. Sometimes it’s necessary to tear apart that which we hold dear to discover its true power. We’ve all had transitions … Continue reading OctPoWriMo Day 22
scream into the wind rejoice with new energy as you share one voice frustration renamed frustration embraced frustration resolved sing your healing song rejoice to empower this end to suffering Image by Erich Röthlisberger from Pixabay Prompt: OctPoWriMo Day 21 Continue reading Frustration Released
Heartbroken, in a state that somehow exists in the spaces between each day, each hour, while we count the losses and trip on blessings we resolve to hold Disappointment breathes and moves and dictates like a grand conductor on a broken stage shining light into every corner as even dust turns into daggers Ethereal, this world covered in heavy fog and perpetual rain and sunny … Continue reading Some are Blue
and once upon a yesterday where these whispers of the past play mirage of memories shimmer bonded by more than blood, Sister tangled tethers of music lost bittersweet snippets as lines crossed some saviors, others called Resister bonded by more than blood, Sister in the end, connections chosen embody every emotion stronger than any sly Mister bonded by more than blood, Sister and once upon … Continue reading In the Name of Sister
Reposting a poem from 2017 for today’s OctPoWriMo prompt – Mother May I Elusive, like shadows in the water Static electricity that hums just before it sparks A vanishing point that disappears just beyond awareness There’s an invisibility to it, this connection A chain-reaction that builds as one after another after another is born to women who are sisters, to women who are daughters in a … Continue reading Family Ties
Originally posted on Megha's World:
First published in Life in 10 minutes, October 2018 Learn and learn to love how the lonely hands discern themselves and looks for completeness loneliness, which is carved out of us discordant beings everything has a purpose even the rotting leaf becomes sustenance for tiny wiggling earthworm happiness recycles itself the golden rule of nature it becomes pure to be embraced again… Continue reading Acceptance
Mother Earth provider, protector nurturing, sustaining, giving in danger, in denial destroying, decimating, denouncing unaccountable, irresponsible Mankind Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay prompt: OctPoWriMo Day 14 Continue reading Mother Earth
Originally posted on Go Dog Go Café:
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below. If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing… Continue reading Promote Yourself Monday, October 14, 2019
Phantoms of years gone by buried in a trunk starting to petrify Witness to both progress and regression through wars and the Great Depression As strong as diamonds, as fragile as a butterfly Desecrated in the name of progress despite the outcry that old tree began to die embodying betrayal, one more concession Who will honor years gone by? With forests and farmlands nearby lost … Continue reading In Crisis
black silk skies highlighting silvery stars each capturing humanity’s wishes don’t you know, darkness is nothing to fear gives room to dream night by night to find hope Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay prompt: OctPoWriMo Day 12 Continue reading Black Skies
Originally posted on Unassorted stories:
at the pharmacy while bombs fell I worried when you texted me good things you’ll miss in life the feeling of being alive seemed to fall apart beyond repair the news broke your last selfie my train of thoughts shattered I switched off your dreams and apologised Jane Dougherty wrote a fabulous cleave poem today, for the silence prompt on… Continue reading I lost connection
Breaking down in the breaking dawn, I search the silence silence searching seasoned souls souls drifting, drifting towards the abyss the abyss that beckons Breaking down in the breaking dawn, I listen to the silence echo echo against walls resurrected resurrected as cross words are spoken spoken until there is nothing left to say Breaking down in the breaking dawn, I embrace the chaos chaos … Continue reading Breaking Down
SMOOTH easy effortless If it’s meant to be we’ll navigate this storm knots will soften and release “Happiness walks on busy feet.” quote: Kitte Turmell Image by Karen Arnold from Pixabay prompt: OctPoWriMo Day 10 Continue reading Smooth
An old favorite…fits perfectly with this prompt! Subtle shades of pink soften the edges in a black and white world Streaks of vibrant salmon dance across stormy skies in the midst of chaos A rush of crimson decorates chapped faces in the coldest winter mornings Cuddly carnation blankets swathe crying babies in the in-between hours of dusk and dawn Sweet cherry … Continue reading Rose-colored Glasses
Originally posted on Unassorted stories:
I see I seem I seem to see I seem to see sea I seem to see sea, seamed I can’t seem to unsee I can’t, seemingly I can’t unsee I can’t seamlessly The prompt for day 9 was to think about viewing things in a different way. I ended up playing with words. If you want to read what… Continue reading Unseamed see
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Just got Internet back (again). The OctPoWriMo prompt, about ways of looking at things just about works for the triolet I wrote yesterday. This sky is heavy with grey-leafed cloud And rests on tree tops, dusty blue, Waiting to pour its river loud. The sky is heavy with grey-leafed cloud, Branching, spreading over ploughed And empty fields where barley… Continue reading Grey-leafed
Originally posted on Grace Notes From GIbbon:
(OctPoWriMo Prompt for October 8th: Scent, smell) when I walked into the shop full of retro toys and candy cards and memorabilia I was hit with the smell of pot pourri dried flowers candles I stopped in the doorway as an old dusty pain returned like a war wound as I was bathed in the aroma of old… Continue reading pot pourri
It’s been a minute or a hundred years Life has gone on and this old world has turned The scent of your cologne, I feel you near I am a child once again, unconcerned It’s been a lifetime or a single day Can’t believe you’ve been gone so long, so long Not a moment passes I wish you stayed Triggers and sweet times when I … Continue reading Natural Law
Originally posted on Andrew McDowell:
Any writer who takes their craft seriously will have edited their work many times over. I can pretty much guarantee that any bestselling novel or literary classic you take off the shelf is not in its first draft. Novels go through several drafts before they are published. It can be said of any form of creative writing too, really. It… Continue reading Edit, Revise, Rewrite
You spoke of dreams and promises A life together When do the geese fly south? An empty pond in the park when golden leaves fluttered to the ground Lunch dates in the car and unexpected autumn nights dreams and promises All will be well Chef’s special Image by cosmoforestdesign from Pixabay prompt: OctPoWriMo – Day 7 Continue reading Taste of Freedom
More than the air, still and stagnant, more than cloudless skies and blue, blue water, Silence uttered the warning, a foreboding to beware. Rolling hills met the ocean without a care, yet not a creature moved. No field mice scurrying here and there. Cats hid and dogs cowered beneath abandoned porches. Livestock disappeared behind tall grasses, clustered tightly together. No children laughing on the lonesome … Continue reading Blue Sky Warning
Originally posted on Write Your Crazy Life Sane:
Mama and Daddy keep the doors locked at night So we’re safe So nothing bad gets in And us kids are safe And can’t get out without them knowing When I’m bigger, I’ll have keys to all the doors And then I can run . Now I ‘m the mama and I keep the doors locked at… Continue reading Doors
A sliver of light from beneath a heavy door shimmering, inviting, captivating I crept closer and closer still I reached for the key and turned it with trembling fingers I felt the tumblers fall I twisted the unresponsive handle and twisted again Looking for another key, looking for a way out A sliver of light from beneath a heavy door shimmering, inviting, captivating I bathed … Continue reading Tenacity
a cage forged of the finest pewter, silver, or gold freedom more precious, this silver or gold acquired knowledge and a secret key escape with a kiss and pieces of gold a challenge, a gauntlet, a chance for more dreams of victory and bliss tinged with gold hidden plans and open preparation none the wiser, nothing amiss in fields of gold slow surrender under a … Continue reading Golden Opportunity
Motherhood as essence — pain, joy, life Nurture, nature, the womb knows no difference To exist this way, a mission to be humane Comfort with the precision of a surgeon’s knife Nature, nurture all in with vociferance Motherhood as essence — pain, joy, life Camomile and calendula to ease any pain Strength and wisdom to guide the way Nurture, nature, the womb knows no … Continue reading In Each, A Mission
