I used to play my instruments and sing.
I wrote a song each week for several years.
The furthest I get now is just to think
And wonder why, which always turns to tears.
The feelings in my life are sad but clear,
The circumstances changed, but for the best?
There’s benefit in breaks and needed rest;
I feel the choice was taken and not made.
I’ve lost my songful spirit, now depressed.
I pray the Muses hasten to my aid!
—
Dizain #3 for
dVerse.
(Ukulele, written 2017)
True freedom is yours
Only when you willingly
Bond with another. 💕
We’ve been through trouble, turmoil, pain and woe.
Now here we are, and here is where we’ll stay.
As feelings and emotions ebb and flow,
Whatever comes, our love remains the same.
Life wraps us, unsuspecting in its game;
We try and learn to keep it in its place.
Our mirror must reflect love’s gentle face,
Regardless of the chaos all around.
We’re learning to create a sacred space,
Where e’er and always, love can still be found.
—
Another dizain for
dVerse.
This is the sequel to
The Human Argument.
We have been through hell
Bodies, minds and spirits scarred
Now we’re moving up!
For dVerse
I always thought you were a nice guy. You struck me as intelligent, kind, funny, and understanding. And when we talked, I would close my eyes and let your voice pour all over me like chocolate syrup.
I thought you were too good to be true. No man could really be so sweet, so wise and yet so down-to-earth, and dare I say it, sexy, too. And you loved me?
Ok. Maybe I could accept that. After all, you say yourself, “There’s someone out there for everyone.” Well, perhaps you were out there for me. That could be.
After you wrote that first poem, I learned the truth about you…
You were a magician! That night I dreamt I was the moon, and you hung me in the heavens, to light up the world’s darkness the same way you lit my heart with love.
—
My response to
dVerse Prosery #2,
which must be 144 words and include the bold line.
The fitness of a marriage, who can judge?
For even those within are set apart.
A see-saw keeping balance with a nudge,
Two individuals before the start.
One partner is the giver, so it seems;
I hate to say, but one can give too much
And end up taking all the others’ dreams
With hands that, though well-meaning, ever clutch.
The understanding needed can’t be bought
Nor traded, compromised, discussed, or sold.
Lip service leads to battles that are fought,
Resentments, sharpest angles, tempers cold.
Give grateful understanding, showing love,
A Spirit-driven blessing from above.
—
A sonnet of 95 words, including “judge” for
Weekend Writing Prompt #115,
#RDP #Ragtag Daily Prompt, #angle,
FOWC: Grateful.
A poem is my guide lamp out,
A light in darkest hour.
It nourishes my mind and heart;
It grows the Lotus flower.
When pain engulfs me, poems touch
The center of my soul,
Reminding me that after rain,
The sunshine makes me whole.
—
My response to
dVerse Quadrille #83: Sun.
Happy Eighth Anniversary to dVerse Poets Pub, and a huge thank you to everyone who contributes, hosts and participants alike! You have certainly inspired the light of poetry for me! ❤
A morning cup of coffee,
Hot and strong and sweet.
A comfy pair of jeans
With sneakers on my feet.
Thanking my Creator
Before I start this day.
Affirming I can make it through
When things don’t go my way.
A hug, a laugh, a smile
From one who understands
That it’s OK to deviate
From all our best laid plans.
Just knowing that the hard times
Cannot last too long.
And hearing unexpectedly
A joke, a poem, a song.
Peace is doing better
Than I did the day before.
It’s never all the big things,
But the small that mean much more.
—
For today’s
#Ragtag Daily Prompt #RDP #Peace.
I’m a songwriter and poet, and my husband writes poetry and inspirational stories. He is also the only person who has read my lyrics before hearing the accompanying music; that means a lot to me. We collaborated on the following poem to bridge the gap between music/songwriting and poetry. –C. G.
by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III
and Dr. Crystal L. Grimes
Music Is Poetry. There Is no doubt.
Some hear a song, not knowing what It’s all about.
Songs tell stories of love, life or pain,
Passing on a message for listeners to gain.
So many forms of storytelling, personal and true;
Music and Poetry get us through.
Sweet melodies of songs, special word’s in a poem
Capture the heart and lead the mind to roam.
No music or poems? What a sad world indeed!
With nothing for the mind and spirit to feed.
A blessed combination and a treasure to behold,
More valuable than riches, more precious than gold.
Some people fear what they don’t understand,
But our stories live on, connecting our hands.
A shiny chest of wonderment,
Of wishes and of dreams;
A brilliant box of hopefulness
And possibilities!
When soft inspiring breezes
Flutter magic strings,
They carry off my spirit
On clouds of melodies!
So thank you, bless-ed builders
For the joy your fretboards bring!
—
My response to Kim’s very interesting “Fretboard of Poetry” Quadrille prompt at
dVerse
and today’s
#Ragtag Daily Prompt #RDP #Breeze.
First, because Kim lives near the coast:
Song of the Sea
And, of course, the theme song of Mystical Strings ❤
Mystical Strings 
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