Thirsty
feeling a true thirst
I found that I truly quenched
on living water
Thirsty
Tag: soul
Ripping the Soul
Ripping the Soul
ripping apart the nucleus of love
tearing at the riptide of shame
pressing into the soul
oozing from the pain
seeping into the decaying brain
cells are left with no release
but to grow less and fester more
such is the diseased brain
such is the life with loss
there’s shame where there should not be shame
there’s blame where there should not be blame
there’s hate where there should not be hate
so much else dies with the loss
so much else goes with the pain of decay
so much leaves
so much goes away
never to come back
taking the time to release these pains
taking the time to allow healing
taking the time to promote growth
renews the soul
Growth
Growth
take a plant to soil
take a soul to greatly toil
both will surely grow
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This in in response to the Living Poetry Prompt for Monday.
Won’t you join in?
Staying the Course
Staying the Course
Waging the war with the tides of life, bringing on waves of emotions, challenges, and joys, I am met with at once the desire to sail away and to remain ashore. Sailing beyond the shores, allowing risk to be abandoned, feeling the breeze flowing while knowing there are at least planks beneath my soles, is tempting. Staying the course of the foundation of the sands, only adjusting to the effects of the tides, I can still stand while being sure of not going too far. To go astray has such appeal as much as being on solid ground. Oh, to be grounded, but in movement is even more.
Staying on life’s course
Keeping my feet on firm ground
Moving as I will
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Written in response to the Living Poetry August Visual Prompt
Little Did I Know
Little Did I Know
What you might see
on the surface
is not necessarily
what is so
Little did I know
when they took
an interest
in my heart
the beat of my heart would become their own
the rhythm of my song
would become their own
the splatter of my paint
would become their own
It was only when
I found out
I didn’t know who I was anymore
The light came on
My heart started a rhythm
to the song I owned
my paint became brilliant
to my own eyes
Little did I know
but I know now
it was the rhythm of the rain
that made me grow
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National Poetry Month Day 18 has been penned. Thanks to the prompt from
Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides: “For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Little (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write your poem. Possible titles include: “Little Guy,” “Little Richard,” “Little Mermaid,” “Little Italy,” and “Little Words That Pack a Big Punch.” I think if you think about it for a little bit, you’ll find a big (or little) poem to write.”
