If one is all and all are one,
Then why such trouble on this earth?
And why, beginning at our birth,
Do struggles keep us from the sun?
When night arrives and day is done,
We make our choice: To light the spark
Or wander stumbling through the dark…
We may not see, but we can hear
The inner voice of faith or fear.
And which we follow leaves a mark!
—
A Decima for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 31: (ONE) in the A rhyme line.
Let it fall away…
First we must heal from the old
To enjoy the new!
—
Written for
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 331 FIRST & Heal
A supernova flies across the sky!
It pulls me from a melancholy time.
I wonder how a being such as I
Could miss a fascination so sublime!
The scent of lavender comes sweetly round
To ease a troubled mind before I sleep.
The night air, softly, gently blowing down,
Takes what must go, and tells what I must keep.
The wild blue yonder always points the way,
Unchanging Self with ever-changing view.
I, too, can change my thoughts in night or day,
And deep within I Am the Light of Truth.
It isn’t simply nature as it seems,
But beauty to enjoy and teach us things!
—
A Sonnet for Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #44
Like a flash of smoke
Error’s illusions destroy
What took time to build.
What took time to build
Required strength and hard work
To achieve the goal.
To achieve the goal,
We must step outside the box
In faith and courage.
In faith and courage,
We go on despite failure;
Nature shows us how.
—
Shi Rensa Haiku
written for
#Threethingschallenge #412
My kindred are the instruments
For sweetest music-making–
The nature of their character,
A present for our taking.
The strings within the orchestra
Are sea glass for the ears.
They ring, reflect; they laugh and cry
With smiles and then with tears.
The brass, a welcome lighthouse great,
Is pointing out the way,
With pride and power leading on
And strength for each new day.
The woodwind section fills the air
Of inner, outer space,
As sounds of singing harken back
To fragile antique lace.
A booming blizzard from the drums!
It rattles rafters high!
Our hearts quicken in unison,
Uniting rhythms rhyme.
My kindred are plum perfect
And do a job well done!
They teach that through diversity,
In truth, we all are one!
—
My response to Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #45: Kindred
There’s a thought bubble over your head.
What does it say?
Is it a happy bubble like the ones in cartoons,
with a smiley face inside?
Or is it an angry bubble,
Complete with flames?
You may think it doesn’t matter.
After all, it’s your own personal thought.
But the truth is,
Your thoughts do matter,
Perhaps more than you will ever know!
A bubble may break,
Floating out into the abyss…
But its energy has only transformed…
It’s no longer soap on a child’s bubble wand,
But a bubble of happy energy,
Spreading and expanding,
Floating throughout time and the Universe!
Thought bubbles are just the same.
They break apart,
And their energy scatters.
You might have finished
Thinking whatever was in that particular bubble.
But someone,
Somewhere,
Whether near or far from you,
Has inadvertently encountered
Its living,
Vibrating energy!
Someone,
Somewhere,
Whether you know them or not,
And whether you realize it or not,
Is affected by the energy
Of your very own thought bubble!
There’s a thought bubble over your head.
What does it say?
—
Written for
MLMM Tale Weaver #300: Bubbles
Silent direction
Points of Light still show the way
From within… beyond!
—
Written for
#Threethingschallenge #410
“Tender the goods to me immediately!
I’ve no time for your excuses!
I want the merchandise now,
wanted it weeks, months, years ago, in fact!”
Such a conversation may get the goods,
but it will burn all our bridges in the process!
Patience is always best, though it can be difficult.
I guess that’s why they say
Patience is a virtue!
—
A contemplative poem written for Denise’s
#SixSentenceStories Prompt: Tender
We react to the things we don’t like,
Courting darkness instead of the Light.
With our inner remote,
We change channels and vote
For the gray-minded sky or the bright!
—
A Limerick for
#Threethingschallenge #409
The music flows, it ebbs, then flows
With undulating harmony
Of breezes born across the sea,
Imparting wisdom as it goes.
It sings the truth all nature knows:
That whether we succeed or fail,
We must, with in- and full exhale,
Be open to the fresh and new,
A clear perception, wider view.
And ride the tides of life we sail!
—
Written for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 30: (EXHALE) in the C rhyme line.
Mystical Strings 
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