I am a seed
without a season
buried deep
in the cold compost
of my dreams
flood thirsty, time flushed
endless roots reaching
for the reason I rise
but I will not wilt
in recycled soils
I am hidden
only to surprise
the sun
It’s Quadrille time at dVerse. Pen us a poem of 44 words including the word “flush” or a derivative. I am your host. Doors open at 3 p.m. The prompt is open all week.
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and my normalcy stands naked
against alien stars
and virgin skies
earth speaks of simpler things
in archaic tongues as
cinders of the commonplace
lie blatantly at my feet
She offers me seeds I don’t remember
I plant them in empty gardens
unbeaten paths
timeless, rich soils, untouched
by my aching body, my weary mind
I kick the ashes
desperate to stir the life I knew
but ashes fade fast
into the light
Written for Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub in response to a quote by Mizuta Masahide
“Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon”
In these unfamiliar times, as pieces of our regular life break away, what do you see?
Share your own personal epiphanies in a poem. Doors open at 3 p.m. I am pleased to be your host.
Betterment
Let the past remind us
Not rewind us
Peace will bloom in
Soils of change
Winds of wisdom
Hearts enlightened
Let us not forget
That we are the rain
Lynn is hosting Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub! She asks, “Who or what acts as our personal or social watchman? Do we choose to believe or ignore this watchman?” In my opinion, if society has failed, then we have failed…yes…you and I.
I take the scenic route, switchbacks, potholes
Where distance fails me, a few miles short of escape
Yellow lines divide freedom from catastrophes
Blue-grey blankets lie heavy in sapphire skies
Flaxen fields brush stroke my thoughts in gold
As roadside hawks circle to catch winds of grace
I succumb to the art of enlightenment
The blur of mile markers, dilemmas lost in transit
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http://dversepoets.com/2015/04/21/poetics-of-the-road/
We are writing octets (eight line poems) for dVerse. Some of us incorporated the theme of the road or travel.
Here in the quietude
Layers emerge
Softly defined by the sun’s descent
Past and future hold nothing
To this very moment
Time has crumbled like scraps
Carved out by the wind
Abandoned in shadows of now
Thoughts are held hostage
By beauty’s lure
Leaving space and breath
To inhale this gift
A little over a year ago, I found myself undeniably approaching the big five oh (no!). I was determined to make it significant, at least to me, so I decided to share some things I’ve learned over the years…… the good times, the bad times, the crazy times and all those enlightening moments in between.
Some lessons take a moment, others a life time. Maybe you can relate to a few.
Hope you find a moment to join me on a regular basis as I reflect on this roller coaster ride we call “LIFE”, starting with…..
#1. If you’re holding a grudge, you’re letting someone continue to hurt you.
Think about it.
Someone causes you pain. They ruin your day….or maybe your life?
Wait a minute! Are you going to let them ruin your life? Do they deserve that? Do YOU deserve that?
Carrying a grudge is heavy work but only you can lighten the load.
Are you waiting for an apology or someone to have a life changing enlightenment? You could be waiting a long time.
You may be the only one capable of moving forward. Harboring the anger, resentment and pain is your choice.
Simple as that.
Stay tuned for #2 !
mishunderstood 