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Craving Bliss?

A Poem

She craves the solitude,

Shy’s from others.

Safe in her little cocoon.

She says her prayers,

Takes her steps,

And goes to bed with no regrets.

Though….

Solitude is blissful

As people are sand,

There are days in her heart

Where she wishes she had a better plan.

Plan?

She laughs now at the pun,

Her plans always seemed to run.

In opposite directions,

In ways she would shun.

But should she have listened?

Shedded the shield?

No one will know now,

Time is breathing still

With or without her will.

Craving Bliss?

A poem

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Flubbed the parameters of MMPB this week, but here it is anyway. 24 Mar 23

I have a bad habit of reading what the prompt word is, and sometimes pondering, then seeing if I come up with something.

Only thing I forget to do sometimes, is read what kind of week it is. 🙄

So I just took the prompt word, “Daydream” and starting writing.

Guess what? It didn’t fit, but I liked what I wrote… so here ‘tis.

DAYDREAM

“Daydream of crystal springs, rippling smoothly flowing streams.

Hot sand blowing, stinging

Heat waves on your face.

Daydream of quiet falling snowflakes, landing so gently upon your face, like that is exactly where they were meant to fall.

Each one completely different from the other,

And yet the same.

Daydream of summer thunderstorms,

Standing in the rain and the cleansing it creates within your soul.

Daydream of your heart filled with love and compassion.

Daydream of those special places tucked deep inside,

And daydream them back into life.

Just daydream. “

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Move Me Poetry Battle submission 10 March 23

This week we were to write an ekphrastik piece using this image.

Move Me Poetry Battle 10 March 23

I’ll have to admit I needed to look up the word ekphrastik.. I write poetry, but it’s all in a willy nilly form…my brain doesn’t work well around forms, or “ways” to write poetry, and when I’ve tried to sit down and do these things, I get frustrated and lose my joy in writing. But I looked up the word “ekphrastic” and got this definition:

“The word ekphrasis, or ecphrasis, comes from the Greek for the written description of a work of art produced as a rhetorical or literary exercise, often used in the adjectival form ekphrastic. It is a vivid, often dramatic, verbal description of a visual work of art, either real or imagined.” Wikipedia

So…. With that being said…. Here I go… I still may not do it “write”, but I’m trying anyway.

Move Me Poetry Battle submission 10 March 23

‘Oh Crafted Pencil”. “You dig in your sharp, hidden lead as your stead. This reminds me of caught breaths, gritted teeth, leading straight from my bed. Moving around has become painful tread. As I’ve wiggled and waddled from the point of restead, and injured myself, like the shaft impaled in this gently paused thread. Stabbed in the back, I feel like I’m bled, hoping soon will come, a point of rethread. Not paying attention, now I’m chained to the bed, unable to move without pain as my dread.”

Thanks for reading!

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P.S. My poem didn’t fit into the character limit for this weeks battle.. but I published anyway, because it describes the pain I’m going through with a back injury I’ve recently sustained… not sure how, but I can barely move.

Peace out homeskillets!

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Move Me Poetry Battle submission, 18 Feb 23

Move Me Poetry Battle submission, 18 Feb 23

Move Me Poetry Battle prompt word on Twitter this week was “Agape”… interesting because depending how you pronounce it, it means different things.

Here’s my submission.

Agape

We question everything…Does this really mean that?

Are you really who you say you are? As we speed down the highway, distracted; smashing the car.

Light filters through our dark colored lenses we use, In attempts to close out the world to protect our battering hues.

Walking to school, a child’s laughter echoes , Innocent to heckles of unfriendly foes. She giggles on to her destiny, Free from shackled woes.

A mother to be, lays on a sterile bed. Contractions gripping her, she’s pushing with with mighty stead…

push !! Push !! Says the doctor

Though sweat drips in her eyes, she births a precious babe, and every pain she felt, Immediately dies.

What is love fettered? Unconditional and free?No not all, but that’s what most of us see.

When our soul needs freedom from chains and restricts, To exhale with ease, feel agape love without tricks.

Like true love should present, Without pain and steel, to feel sweet acceptance, free from conditions and reel.

So try as we may, to love without repeal, We’ll never compare to the one who built us to feel.