I was painted pain purple
By words grayed and grimed
But I found my own still life
Speckled in sunbeam yellow
Waterfall tears tinting my
Rainbow soul
I am nature’s canvass
Wide eyed and waiting
Saturated in earth’s tones
Ivy swirls on jagged stone
We are painting our own portraits with words this week over at dVerse .
A wonderful prompt by Lillian. Hope you can join in too!
Words and photo combine across the miles to bring you today’s collaboration.
Overcast
Darkness is a veil
Masking moonbeams
Casting shadows over
Rays of hope
Reach deep
Light is more powerful
Than shadows of doubt passing
Reach deep
And peace will overcome
We are encouraged to climb
Ascend to perfection
To cerulean skies, cumulus clouds
Where reality resembles
A third grader’s painting
In primary colours
This is footing for fools
Surety snaps in an instant
Like brittle branches of the oak
And still we fall gracefully
Earthbound by the weight
Of our own hesitations
Then how does hope grow
In ancient shadows
Of deadwood and doom?
By the healing embrace of the sun
By the beckoning call of the moon
One does rise up
Image credit: “Breaking Away” by Joel Robison
There is little to lose
Rising above the rain
Stepping over asylums
You built for yourself
Come on up
Strange how it happens
You muster up a strong front
Setting you asail
Over cimmerian shades
To worlds unclouded
Places you know
Inside and out
But have never been
Again I am inspired by the amazing photography of Joel Robison
http://joelrobison.com/index.php/category/blog/
For dVerse
I had no wings
Until I soared high
Over the desert
Faith under feathers
Suspended above
Corroding platforms
Of jagged words
Spellbound by what was
And what could be
~
I had no voice
Until the silence screamed
Above the sound
Of my own heartbeat
Exploding
Into a million
Tiny fragments
Of fear, recycled
~
I had no hope
Until it was buried
In early graves
Defective dreams
Petrified particles
Of all that I knew
For in this soil, this pain
Sifted and sorted,
I grew
In dVerse Poet’s Pub, MarinaSofia inspired us to answer questions of our own identity.
1) Who are you and whom do you love?
2) What else are you, that no one has seen before?
3) Describe a morning you woke without fear.
4) What lingers when all is said and done?
I responded to #3
This gallery contains 6 photos.
Melanie at http://wordifull.com/ inspired me to try out some poetry formats so I gave it a whirl. This one is called a “cinquain”. Quoting from her blog, a cinquain is: “A five line poem with no rhyme scheme or meter; each line has a set number of words and a specific function. No words can be repeated. […]
#12. “You are much stronger than you think. You just have to tap into it.”
There is an abyss that exists in my mind.
I have been there.
It is a place of darkness, unimaginable hopelessness , shock, denial, fear…but most of all, it is empty.
It is nothingness with the relentless power to end you as you know you and your life as you know it.
You try to move…..you can’t.
Cold reality has its grip on you so tight, it is easier to succumb to it, than it is to fight.
The ground you walked on crumbles under you and the only way to go is down.
You bounce around in the tunnel of blackness, empty headed.
There is no mercy here. You surrender to the unidentified force that surrounds you.
Nothing else means a thing. This place is center stage and you are the audience tied to your seat.
Nothing moves. Nothing cares.
You are still.
Sometimes there is more strength in stillness, in silence.
Sometimes what we don’t do is stronger than what we do.
Sometimes our strength is not about our stamina, courage or our energy.
Sometimes……it comes from the faintest whisper in our mind, the weakest part of our sanity……the dimmest light.
Sometimes we can only find enough strength to extend one tired and desperate hand
……and hold on.
mishunderstood 