“Look, Mom! No hands!”
I rode my bike with abandon.
And suddenly it became a horse,
My faithful steed,
Transporting me from the world where I lived
To the world where I wanted to live…
To a world without limits,
Free of judgments and pain—
A world of love
And possibility!
My trusty steed is gone,
A too small bike discarded.
But I still hold the magic
In my mind
And heart!
This poem started with just 4 lines. But as I wrote, it expanded. After I went to bed last night, glad to have written my NaPoWriMo contribution for the day, it occurred to me it would make a great song! And the music was there, so I captured it on my double strung harp while it was still fresh in my mind. When Eugi left a comment saying the poem could be a song, I knew I had to record it and include the audio here. So, here it is! Thank you very much, Eugi!
This harp is quite special, a fabulous thing!
A portable package with two rows of strings!
You’re hearing the magical, mystical sound
Of new possibilities looked for—and found!
O listen for echoing phrases intwined
To harmonize body with heart, soul and mind.
A pleasure to play and a blessing to hear;
We celebrate now: Daphne Phoenix appears!
And don’t forget Zephyr, the EDC* Flute,
A song in your pocket and awfully cute!
*EDC: Everyday Carry
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Music and poem written especially for Denise’s #SixSentenceStories effervescent prompt:
Earth
Our home
Our mother
Sustaining life
Helping us survive
O let us do the same
Offering free compassion
To our mother and her children
People, plants, animals, resources
For how long can we go on without love?
The rainbow shimmers pure and bright
With hidden hopes just round the bend
And pot of gold there at its end!
O would it not bring such delights?
We think by day and dream by night,
Forgetting current time and space
For what could be and giving chase.
Yet meanwhile, as we race and run,
Our time has passed, and life is done.
How have we spent our given grace?
Why on earth are you blowing your stack?
It’s compassion for others you lack.
They are hurting enough
Without you in a huff!
There’s no trial that improves when you’re mad.
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A Limerick for today’s #Threethingschallenge at:
A bee’s life is valid in itself.
We could learn so much, if we tried!
Living in community,
Taking just what they need,
Giving all they can!
We miss the mark
Looking out
For MY
Needs…
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A Nonet for #TankaTuesday Synonyms Only. I used looking out for, and miss, for the given words of search and lost. You can join in here:
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