silent in its softness
LOUD in its absence
musical in the unspoken, unsung
lyrical in expressive wisdom
harmonious through the world’s dissonance
BIG BANG of creation
unfolding of love
—
For Walt’s “the sound of love” prompt at
dVerse.
Join us! Read and be enriched!
Hurts, doesn’t it?
I shouldn’t touch that, should I?
How are we doing today?
Your questions jar me into awareness
so I can remember
that my pickles are not your pickles.
Your voice jars me open,
shattering the open jars
of my pickled brain.
—
Björn’s chosen word is “jar” for Quadrille 13 at
dVerse.
Come join us – drinks and entertainment are free, and the Quadrille is always fascinating! Pickles not required.
Blue is my favorite color,
Though I really can’t say why.
I’ve never seen the ocean,
The flowers or the sky,
The hue of sweetest berries,
Or my child’s sparkling eyes.
But blue’s my favorite color,
And maybe I know why:
The peace of its vibration,
The healing it provides,
The grace so all-embracing,
A deeper touch than sight.
O blue’s my favorite color,
A blessing of the Light!
—
Like
Bryan’s “Awaken us to the Blue,”
this poem didn’t come immediately. I do love blue and always have. But no, I’ve never seen it. So, that got me wondering how I can say it’s my favorite color. Here you go,
written for
dVerse Poetics.
Red hair, blue eyes that sparkle in a contemplative face
With heart and hands of kindness, feet that walk a steady pace.
I’ve much to say but think enough of others to refrain;
A witty sense of wisdom and Reality that frames
My Self.
—
Written in response to Lillian’s beautiful prompt at
dVerse.
Circles, squares,
Poems, Prayers!
Weaving, writing,
Creating, inviting!
Lessons, reading,
Learning, eating!
Feeding body, mind and soul
With the work I love to hold,
Only then to give away
The things that fill each joyous day
To someone needing comfort, care–
In weaving, writing,
Circles, squares!
—
I always enjoy Walt’s prompts over at
dVerse,
and this one is no exception. We’re asked to write of either drought or deluge. I’ve experienced both on many levels, and each takes a different art of balancing! This current deluge is a positive one. 🙂
As part of the Fifth Anniversary celebration at
dVerse,
we’re asked to write micropoems, very short works wrapped up in Twitter’s 140 character limit. Each of the poems below stands alone; they are not stanzas to be read as one poem. Only the first is new; I’ve tweeted the others before, but they are all original.
Old thoughts
In new packaging
The cycle of life unfurls!
But… I couldn’t just write one new tiny piece, so I got to wondering if a
Limerick
would fit within the character limit! The linked ones don’t (at least, I didn’t check them), but this one…
The Limerick is too long to fit,
But I got the guts and the grit.
O I’ll make it work
And my duty not sherk!
Defeat so complete? Not a bit!
(That’s 139 characters, count ’em!)
Now for those I wrote on Twitter itself, so I know they work:
4/29/16
God is great,
God is good,
Let us thank Himn as we should!
4/2/16
When I feel lost,
I find myself again
Where I have always been
Deep within.
5/1/15
Once unrestrained
Then I thought.
Now I think restrained about covers it.
5/3/15
Cunning gets
What it wants
Only through a narrow lens.
5/3/15
Worry grows.
Nothing goes.
Love knows.
5/14/15
It’s time to remember
The nature of my soul –
A throwback to who I really am.
5/15/15
Lipservice says
The best things in life are free.
Living shows
Avoidance in the worst way!
5/15/15
From lead to gold,
Ice to steam,
Fear to Love –
Alchemy!
5/16/15
Armed with sword and shield
I march into the battle
Still unprotected.
5/18/15
O to live
In the realization
Of the Beautiful Mind
Within me!
5/21/15
Surrender your life
Don’t waste your mind
Know your right that is Divine!
5/22/15:
God,
Universal
Intelligence,
Directs
Everything
5/25/15:
Blank pages appear
Because we don’t know
The whole story.
SO may we read on!
5/25/15
I remember:
We are One.
Do you?
5/26/15
The sun shines my heart
The moon lights my mind
And living waters quench my thirsty soul.
5/27/15
I sacrificed myself
On a pyre of memories.
The hero is my soul that wouldn’t die!
6/25/15
Too much of a good thing
Is nonetheless the same extreme
As too little of what we need.
So moderation is the key.
I like these little gems and will write more–thus the 1 here. 🙂
I cannot find my heart
In the hustle and bustle and hassle and rustle…
Though it’s not even Christmas, I fear!
I cannot find my heart
In illusion, confusion, profusion, delusion,
For its voice is too quiet to hear.
In the silence I wait,
When I can remember,
And call to the Spirit inside.
I cannot find my heart
Unless I am seeking
Rediscovering what’s always been mine.
—
For the Fifth Anniversary celebration at
dVerse,
where Walt asks us to draw inspiration from this quote:
“I am cold, even though the heat of early summer is adequate. I am cold because I cannot find my heart.” ~Sebastian Barry from his novel A Long, Long Way
Stretching over earth and sea and sky,
Asking questions, singing answers;
Holding all our “why’s”.
Body, mind and Spirit taking part,
Rising to crescendo, FORTE!
Let it fill your heart.
The songlines draw each life a brilliant art!
—
A musical-themed Sevenling for
DVerse.
The scent of pages takes me back
To story time when, as a child,
I reveled in the sound of tales
Of lands far off and friends nearby.
The pages turn and years, they pass,
But even still my nose can tell
The difference in the newspaper
Or magazine, and books loved well.
The scent of pages takes me back
To brighter days and better times.
I catch it now and breathe a smile;
The pages sent an open mind!
—
Grace is hosting Tuesday Poetics at
dVerse,
where the challenge is to write about “scent”. Though I can’t read printed books, I’ve always been drawn to pages–stinky newspaper, slick magazines, old, well-worn books with cracked covers… I knew them all, both by touch and by scent. I still love paging through a book, not to read, but to take it in and remember there really is a world of possibilities right here!
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!
—
I’ve come to enjoy this, the Quadrille at
dVerse,
where Björn is hosting, and today’s word is “rose”!
Mystical Strings 
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