There are crops in the patterns and patterns in crops,
And we can’t press a button to make them turn off.
We can try to resist them as long as we like,
But the crops and their patterns will come out all right,
As the cycle of nature from darkness to light
Follows natural law and the order of life!
—
Written for
#Threethingschallenge #387.
Street busker vamping
Music drips like cleansing rain
Nature drops in bass
—
I couldn’t resist when I read today’s #Threethingschallenge at
and combined the words with Ronovan’s challenge of drip and drop at
https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/10/12/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-327-drip-drop/
The darkness of the womb I could not stand!
I came three months too early, so they said.
It wasn’t part of anybody’s plan,
Except my own for newborn wings to spread!
I heard much more than most, but could not see.
The darkness of this world I know so well!
They sent me to another family
Wherein the story of my life to tell.
It’s not all dark and dreary, though each year
I feel the light is fading from my mind.
And when my birthday comes, I have no cheer,
For though I cannot see, I am not blind!
I see the hell and hatred of this world
And people feeding into it in droves.
It’s like a battle banner is unfurled.
We truly are the same, yet no one knows…
I’m only one, and one I’ll ever be.
I cannot save another soul at all.
But if, somehow, I find the Light in me,
Then someone else may stumble, but not fall.
I have my music, comforting and sweet,
To keep my mind from reeling in the dark.
And books have always been for me a treat,
An inspiration showing me a spark.
I’d like to think, by sharing who I am,
I could inspire another just the same.
Though heartache brings the tears and bursting dam,
There’s still the Light, and Light is still aflame!
Therefore, I do not ask the dark to go,
For night has all the right of every day.
I only ask, God, through the darkness show
The next step on the path that is my way.
October can be dark and cold and drear!
But by the blaze of Spirit, Light is here!
—
My true life story, told as a dark October theme ballad for
dVerse Poetics.
Changing evolves us-
Persevere, flow with nature
To success and joy!
—
Written for
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille
and
#Threethingschallenge #382
The call of nature sounds within!
Dark seasons come to find the Light,
And day is resting through the night.
The veil is growing ever thin.
When quieting our mental din,
We hear the wisdom of the call
To rest, reflect, regroup, to pause.
We can be calm; we can be still
And let our breath the silence fill.
Creator rested; so must all!
—
A Decima for Ronovan’s weekly challenge:
Still. This week, it’s the D rhyme line.
The Decima has become one of my favorite poetry forms, joining the Limerick and Triolet as my top three!
Leaves falling gladly
Each ending, a beginning
Welcoming the change
—
For Chèvrefeuille’s
Heeding Haiku Prompt: New Beginnings.
We hang by a thread
Fragile, yet strong, recording
Life in our great web!
—
For today’s #Threethingschallenge at
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/09/29/three-things-challenge-373/
Tears drip down my face
Cleansing rain that eases pain
Puddles reflect life
Nature refreshed and renewed
I invoke renewal too
—
A Tanka, though maybe not strictly to form, for today’s
#threethingschallenge.
“Wings of Autumn,” original song on zither. After the poem is the ukulele version with lyrics.
Dear God,
Thank you for the changing seasons!
I’m really glad the pollen count goes down in Fall,
or does it?
We really don’t know anymore,
but you do!
I’m also glad for that!
I’m so grateful for the ability,
the opportunity,
the decision,
and the courage to talk to you!
There are some things I need to say.
I dare not discuss them with my fellow humans,
because everyone is so darn touchy nowadays!
They would think I was talking about them,
when really I’m talking about myself!
Nevertheless, Thy will be done!
Every now and then,
at least once in a blue moon,
would it be too much trouble
to have a day when I’m not sizzling inside like hot lava,
feeling angry at you-know-who (not you, the human I live with),
or worse, making him angry with me
by simply expressing an opinion
that doesn’t match his?
You know
it’s not just the current world crisis
making us this way.
It’s been like this
our entire marriage!
I say that
as if we’ve been married a long time.
But it’s only been 18 months!
And every month,
every week,
every day,
sometimes every hour,
it gets worse and worse!
Is it true what he seems to think,
that marriage means always
and
forever
saying
and
doing
what your partner wants,
just because he thinks it’s best?
And that
doing things this way
promotes harmony
in the relationship?
You’re heaps wiser
than either of us
will ever be!
So, I know
that you know!
Please, God!
Help me know the truth!
Am I insane?
Unreasonable?
Crazy?
Delusional?
Wrong?
Ungrateful?
Argumentative?
And all the other things
he claims?
Am I
really
that
bad?
If I am,
why doesn’t he leave?
After all, he’s the one
with all the money,
whereas I have none!
So, if I were in his place,
living with someone
I thought was so terrible,
I would leave!
Not sit around
complaining about it!
Please, God!
I need help!
And I know
you already know
what I have need of
before I ask!
I call upon your
love,
healing,
wisdom,
creativity,
and humor
(Or is it humour?),
and whatever else you grant me,
not to change anyone else!
But to change me
as you see fit!
Make me like a babbling brook,
always moving merrily along,
never getting stuck or stagnant,
so that I may live a life,
regardless of the people in it,
that is pleasing
to
you
and
you
alone!
Thank you, God,
for your time
and Almighty attention
to this matter!
Yours Truly,
Crystal
—
My response to Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #39, Yours Truly.
Enjoy the song with lyrics
here.
How elastic the human mind is!
It’s changing and changeable, contracting and contractible, expanding and expandable, a true wonder of nature!
Unfortunately, it’s also elastic in its habits, obsessively returning to them, building their negativity, over and over and over again.
Just when we think we’ve dealt with an issue, moved past a hurdle, forgiven someone, conquered guilt and fear, or grown at last, we find our minds taking that same old trip down that well-traveled, all too familiar negative spiral instead, again and again and again!
What can we do about this insanity, for insanity it is, if insanity really means doing the same thing over and over and over again, but expecting different results?
We must constantly, elastically, over and over and over again, give up our minds to the Great Higher Mind, the One that changes nature, and the One that makes nature willing to change!
—
A little story about a huge thing, written for
Denise’s #SixSentenceStories Prompt, Elastic.
Please also read
Elastic Truth by Frank Hubeny,
which inspired this story and was written for the same prompt.
Mystical Strings 
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