Photo by Sabra Bowers
It’s tough to let down a barrier
and swing into power
I can’t zip there
like diamonds falling over a waterfall
but I can strap on courage
and suspend my zone of comfort
I can pleat details into a unit
designed to support a cascade of progress
into a stream of wholeness where
I’m free to be my potent and impotent self
Written for The Sunday Whirl. The words this week are
barrier, detail, diamond, pleat, power, strap, swing, suspend, tough, unit, waterfall. zip.
Posted in Photography, Poetry
Tagged Change, choices, courage, healing, lifestyle, mental-health, personal journey, photography, poetry, power, success, waterfalls
Photo by Sabra Bowers
pack your bags
dig out the root-cause
make a plan to heal
by mending in time
you’ll miss the cat’s growl
you may sleep in rows
with bursts of shivering
but you won’t visit heaven, yet
Writing for the Sunday Whirl, again. The words this week are
root, plan, pack, heaven, growl, heal, burst, rows, shivering, mending, why, time. Also sharing with open link night at dVerse~Poets Pub.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged cats, Change, choices, death, healing, health, heaven, lifestyle, love, mental-health, personal journey, poetry, success
she leaves honeysuckle to weave
its tangles around forsythia branches
knowing the fragrance soothes her southern soul
with scented memories of a long-ago girl
who pulled wild honeysuckle blooms
and sucked their sweetness
Written for We Write Poems Wordle #10.
Sometimes I miss being a family of three, but I trust the rightness of now living alone.
It is an adventure to see what the future brings to my path of becoming a sage woman…
a woman of years and hopefully, wisdom.
Today, I enjoy the memory of the long ago day that we made this snow family in our backyard.
Posted in Art, Photography, Uncategorized
Tagged aging, Change, healing, memories, personal journey, photography, saging, seniors, snow, wholeness
I conjure memories that carry me back through time
to a farm-house now neglected
sitting in the bend of a dirt road
grey smoke curled from chimneys
twine tied bales filled the hay loft where
birds carried twigs of vine and trinkets for nests in the rafters
and salt blocks for cows sat near
fence posts capped with tin
I sigh and know it is a time and a place and a people
I cannot return to, except in spirit.
Written for The Sunday Whirl. The words are
twine, conjure, nest, carry, spirits, bend, through, curl, trinkets, neglect, caps, back, sigh.
plucked strings float their music and
the soft rattle of dishes brings running cats
strawberry jam tops freshly baked bread
a warm mug of chai lifts my spirit
while dreams still whisper in my head
a glorious sunrise escorts morning
One morning this week there was the most beautiful sunrise out my kitchen window.
I knew I wanted to remember it, so I decided to use a few of the We Wordle words to
write about that brief sacred-feeling moment in my morning.
Linking with We Write Poems~~We Wordle #2
hawk on the head of
a cemetery Jesus
I imagine he chuckles
at my expectation of a dove
Linking with dVerse~Poets Pub
I need to illuminate
for its impact extracted
a horrible price
the scene was remote
forsaken by moonlight
littered by the storm
not a ripple in the pool
and I swear
Written for The Sunday Whirl. The words are above the poem.
I’ve noticed it is easy for me to pen a dark poem with the Whirl words. I wonder if I could write a mystery, short story or novel. Also noticed, when I write an unprompted poem, it is not dark. My daughter is correct in saying that the prompted poems allow me to use words I would not normally use. I can add that the prompted poems also allow me to
write from my shadow side; a fun place to occasionally visit on paper.
I want a song
to steal my heart away
a song for morning
to help me greet the day
at noon, a melody
for dancing blues away
a chant for evening
to lull and tuck away
the entire scale is needed
to take me through the day
Linking with dVerse~Poets Pub for the first time.
self-love is letting go
of broken promises
promises I’ve made
and ones made to me
promises made with good intention
and ones made with no intention
broken promises are
My word for 2014 is Purge; letting go of broken promises is the beginning of my purge.
Linking with Poets United for the first time. They are a community for poets who blog.