Image credit: Danny Gregory, Flickr
Pink, so stereotypical
Redundantly feminine
Behind rosy lips
Lies the real venom
Like peonies placed
Gently on worn tables
Dripping on doilies
Twisting on fables
Out of the doghouse
With petals of penitence
Tied in a bow
With ribbons of arrogance
He didn’t mean it
This bouquet will speak
Softly in fuchsia
An offering to the weak
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Today at dVerse, Gabriella introduced us to Danny Gregory, who kindly allowed us to use his artwork as a prompt for poetry.
Regrets swell like the tide
Dragging us like rag dolls
Back into the abyss
Swallowing us whole
Spitting us out
Only to con us in again
Moments back washed
Dripping with defeat
Nostalgic thoughts repeat
In the ebb and the flow
Dreams adrift
Seeking shores of solace
Sometimes
You must walk on
Through reeds
That sway sweetly
In silence
Because silence is the word
Telling you to move forward
Speaking to your mind
Comforting your soul
Picking up your feet
Along the trail of truce
Even if it only leads
Back to your own heart
for dVerse Poet’s Pub, Open Link Night
The words are ringing in my ears today
Blinding my eyes with tears
Taking me down to that place
Where the back of my throat is all I can feel
Razor-sharp annunciation
Cryptic though in clarification
Boxing my brain again
Revealing my pain again
Time has no bearing on this burden
Riddles, reasons overlap seasons
Oblivious to wasted time
Moments lost, never to find
Hope dangles on a thread
Frayed and frazzled in my head
Precious moments terminate
As stubborn hearts still beat
#17. “If you think about where a person is coming from, what they’ve been through in their life, how they’ve been raised, you will find it easier to forgive, understand and accept that they don’t and may never look at things the same way that you do.”
This one is golden.
Do you want to be empowered? Free yourself from the frustration? Save some time and energy?
Ok, now I sound like an advertisement.
The truth is…
When this little light bulb of enlightenment switched on in my brain, it changed my life.
Click.
Not everyone was blessed with a loving beginning. They are what they came from. They may not be able to see or feel more than that. Not everyone has sailed a calm sea without drowning in pain or suffering…and some are still drowning. Some have a point to make, an axe to grind or a need to be heard. Some people can only feel better by making others feel worse.
Some people will not change. Some people don’t need to change…not for you.
Sometimes you have to rearrange your thoughts, open your mind and accept.
Let them be who they are. Let it be what it is.
A huge burden can be lifted when you do.
Stone heart, you never knew
Faultless you were in realization
Clarification, inspiration
It’s how you grew
Bleak start, without the love
Basics were all they thought you needed
Stimulation, validation
Only words heard of
Fall apart, is all you do
Methodical daze of disintegration
Inflammations, resignations
That’s what you knew
Beaten by your own recall
Pictures lie in presentation
Allegations, provocations
I believe it all
Repeat, rewind, reverse the reel
Trapped in a time of condemnation
Deprivation, hibernation
Unable to feel.
YOU ARE FORGIVEN
mishunderstood 