Writing with the Sunday Whirl this morning. The words are bare, birds, crescendo, rattle, shatter, teeth, honey, blue, gravity, edges, blood, electrify. I used them all. I hope I’ve not forgotten how to post in WordPress. It has been a long time.
her bare teeth draw blood
the wounds blue at the edges
the taste is honey
electrified by the moment
the crescendo of bird’s song
shatters the silence of dawn
rattled, she allows
gravity to close the lid.
I remember the man wiping
his face and tear filled eyes.
I remember his life-long work
and his work to ensure
we do not forget.
He’d want us to remember
how it started with an election.
we have not forgotten.
It is Father’s Day and I’m thinking of my dad and the flash backs he had about World War II. I was born a few years after the war ended. It is hard to know the energy that passes forward to a new born child, but I sense that echoes of energy do pass through generations. I know World War II had a great impact on all our lives, even if we weren’t yet born.
I’m also thinking today about another man horrifically touched by World War II. His name was Simon Wiesenthal.
surprise in the pines
fruit and flowers cover the ground
Cedar Hill was a retreat center established by a couple of Catholic nuns in Dawsonville, Georgia. The book club I belong to was started at Cedar Hill.
The first time I walked the trail through the woods there, I was surprised and delighted to see a statue of Ganesh with beautiful flowers and fruit covering the ground around it.
Some years later the nuns left for other places and work in the world. Cedar Hill then became an education center dedicated to sustainable living, and is now closed.
Along with other people and places, I miss Cedar Hill.
bodies can bruise, stagger,
and tilt with a breeze
psyches can hamper, crack,
and smile with an angle
but spirit-awakened instinct
cannot be lead astray
Written for The Sunday Whirl using the twelve words pictured above. I do enjoy the creative challenge of writing a poem with random words. Don’t forget to honor your instinct as you journey through your week. Happy Sunday!
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Tagged choices, courage, creativity, healing, instinct, lifestyle, mental-health, poetry, psyches, spirit, success, wholeness, writing
there’s a spell called branding
that you alone decide to cast
although you’ve branded them too
and caused much pain
like the sting of a scorpion
turn your ear
but not a blind eye to branding
you don’t need a crystal ball
to know its heartbreak
hunt for and resurrect your personhood
leave branding to corporations
they brand everything
from dolls to werewolves
if you must brand yourself
brand yourself wholly human
I’m writing this morning for The Sunday Whirl. The words this week are indeed a challenge. Words I would not have used and a poem I would not have written, otherwise.
And that is exactly why I enjoy The Whirl…it challenges my creativity!
I surprised myself by how long it has been since I posted a poem. I’ve written poems, participated in creative challenges, and read poetry around town. But I felt most of the poems I’d written through the winter and spring were too personal for the internet, at least for now.
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Tagged branding, choices, courage, creativity, lifestyle, poetry, spells, success, The Sunday Whirl, werewolves, wholeness, witches
if short is good enough
it’s good enough
long to be
wholly absorbed in
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Tagged choices, courage, creativity, fork in the road, healing, lifestyle, love, personal journey, poetry, purpose, success, wholeheartedness, wholeness
all a download
experiences you’ve had
voices you’ve heard
thoughts you’ve embraced
words you’ve spoken
encased in your vibration
now part of your DNA
even from generations back
the ugly and the beautiful
the joy and the sorrow
the pain and the forgiveness
the future and the past
render you whole and complete
Fade by Nick Gentry
You can see more of his work at http://www.nickgentry.com/
Thank you dVerse Poets Pub for this inspiring prompt.
unlike bats in covered places
brown, dried leaves
desperately hang to branches
in a sprinkle of cold rain
Wrote this morning while waiting in the drive-thru at Starbucks.
Some leaves and people find it easy to release and let go; others
hang on through the winter storms.
Happy New Year to you!
in her life she allows
a door for fairies
she listens for their song
soft as frost on purple pansies
she sees them fly as low as the puff
of dark dust from a devil’s mushroom
and she sees their twinkle as brief
as the glow of lightning bugs
they are setting a tea party in the ferns
by the creek under the rhododendron
her camera catches them as orbs
lost in a fairy forest in Otto
Written for We Wordle 32 at Red Wolf Poems. The words are fly, dust, song, puff, toy, frost, fairies, soft, door, lost, life. I used all the words except toy. Also, we were to mention a child’s game and mine is a tea party.
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Tagged camera, creativity, dark dust, devil, fairies, forest, lightning bugs, orbs, poetry, purple pansies, Songs, tea party