Ouch! How the thorns of life impress their mark;
Impacting like a traitor in the dark!
A bleeding wound that never seems to heal;
With all the replays, blood cannot congeal.
Too overwhelmed, forgetful in the pain..;
Take heart! The roses always bloom again!
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I’ve come to enjoy this, the Quadrille at dVerse,
where Björn is hosting, and today’s word is “rose”!
A colonnade, oasis, place to rest
From Summer heat, a visitor obsessed.
It hasn’t been here long but plans to stay
Until the Autumn sighs with cooler days.
Awating temperature’s more temperate fall,
I make this colonnade my port of call!
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This one follows Walter’s prompt at dVerse,
inspired by this line from T.S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land”:
“With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade (…)”
But a Summer Colonnade sounds like a dance to me! Or a refreshing drink!
Happy Solstice and a brilliant full moon here in the Northern hemisphere tonight!
This poem does not fit the prompt. We’re supposed to pick a Japanese word for “rain”. But these words are very specific, and I don’t speak Japanese. I’ve always been warned not to use words I don’t truly understand. So, I cannot choose a Japanese word for “rain” as a title. No, I have enough trouble raining on me when I write haiku or haibun, not English forms of poetry, although Heaven knows we commandeer everything as our own sooner or later! All I can say, in my native tongue of not-the-Queen’s-English, is let the rains fall where they may, and here is the haiku that is unfit, unprompted, but not unappreciated!
Pouring, cursed, bless-ed
Four seasons, with more in life
Stirring rains of change
Smiles spilling all around,
Saturating driest ground,
Calming down with softest light
Every fiery word that bites;
Laying in a bed of peace
Where Hope blooms with gentle ease.
And in the morning glow of Dawn,
We look and find new smiles have grown!
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Another for dVerse,
with thanks to Grace for her inspiration!
Instrument: Tempo – Seagull Excursion Folk Acoustic Guitar
(capo 4)
Soaring high above the clouds
Of chaos in my mind,
I know there is a song to sing
With words I cannot find.
I hunt and peck and try in vain
To force the music out
And feel the pangs of harsh regret
That feed the fire of doubt.
The time has come to let it go
And set the songbird free!
For only when the spirit soars
Can any songbird sing!
I learn to find the hidden nest
Of peace within my mind,
Where love consoles and lifts me over
All the thoughts that bind.
There are no words to look for here,
No melody to sing;
The music of this sacred place
The Spirit plays within.
So, take the time to let it go
And set the songbird free!
For only when the spirit soars
Can you, the songbird, sing!
Download Mp3
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“Poetics – The Music in You” is today’s prompt over at dVerse.
Basically the exercise, for poets, is to write a song lyric instead of a poem. Read the post–I totally agree with the part about poems beaing “heard” in a speaking voice, while lyrics are not!
Most of you know by now that I’m a songwriter. However, this one is a song written more like a poem! It has melody, harmony, rhythm, and honestly, I think it turned out well! But you’ll notice it does not have a refrain or chorus. And it’s written in quatrains, those stanzas/verses of 4 lines. They rhyme, as most (all?) of my songs do. But it can be either read alone, listened to as a song, or both.
I hope you enjoy this. I couldn’t resist writing to this prompt, but the result is not what I expected! No, it is much better!
The weather affects me, whether I like it – or not. What else can truly tell me how to dress for the day? Anything but the weather itself is just someone else’s opinion. What else dictates whether I spend time outside? And if so, doing what? Playing an instrument? Riding a bike? Sledding? Only the weather can tell me; only the weather whethers the changing days.
Waking atmosphere
Bringing in the morning light
Wordless, shaping day.
1. We look for too much seeing
And not enough believing;
Too much taking
And not enough giving;
Too much doing
And not enough being.
But that’s ok
‘Cause we can change!
Refrain:
2. We come for too much going
And not enough staying;
Too much working
And not enough playing;
Too much talking
And not enough praying.
But that’s ok
‘Cause we can change!
Refrain:
3. And we do too much forcing
And not enough letting;
Too much hurting
And not enough blessing;
Too much grudging
And not enough forgetting.
But that’s ok
‘Cause we can change!
Refrain: (Twice)
Refrain:
When we choose to change our mind
And we are ready, we find
The Truth of God’s design
Of balance and supply.
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