Grey
The Bars
Darkness all-consuming,
Yet light creeps through
Hope
In response to the WDYS #67 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Hope
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Pain
Comes
In many forms, and
Begins
When you are born,
To this world
Of misery,
And jubilation, yes,
They do coexist,
And are stable
A match made in
Heaven, they say
Though it’s quite
Possible, some are
Astray, lost beyond the
Dunes of hope
Yet,
They too
Will find their way
Back to a joyous heart
Before they
Depart this plane
And watch the pain
Melt away
Know though,
You may stay
On this plane, and
Find a release
From your birthright
Of pain
And, yes,
It does
Take days to
Conceive of the
Proper place
To set down
Your burden
Yet,
Also know
There are places
Found for such excursions
Within
So, take the
Time needed, and
Dive deep toward
Your center
Where your pain is
Like a lost treasure,
Residing, and,
Maybe too, hiding,
Awaiting an
Uncovering
A freeing
Among the rest, so
Don’t be beset,
Go into your pain,
And let it rain
Until
The day
Comes to say
All is as it should be,
And wave goodbye
to it all
Letting go,
Of the pain
You’ve been carrying
With forestalled
Anticipation, and
Clever precipitation,
Be as it may,
Your pain, my dear, will
Eventually go away
Elfje #1
Blue
The ocean
During the night
Glistening in the light
Stars
In the event you don’t know, this poem is called an Elfje. As you know, I started writing both haikus and tanka’s recently, and am excited about venturing into another poetry medium with the Elfje.
According to the Elfje rules, the fourth sentence is supposed to be about yourself in relation to the person or object. Though I did not follow that rule in this poem, I wanted to share it anyway, as I liked the way it turned out.
Alright, that’s all for now. Have a lovely Sunday, everyone.
Tanka #2
The absence of thought,
Like a dew drop in repose.
Floats away, not caught.
I relish each moment with
Memory and vision, both.
Haiku #5
Waves crash on the beach,
Salty mist blows from the west.
Night turns into day.
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Reminiscence
I look out
At the deep blue sky
And often wonder why
You confided in me
As you did,
When we were just
Getting to know each
Other,
and then, like
Twins
We emerged,
On the other side
Without a care,
or even a reason why,
or what
The trouble was
All about, as we tried
Hard to understand the
Turn about
Or, is it, turn of phrase?
Either way,
though unsure today,
I think we like to play
In the sandbox,
Like when we were little,
And all the pleasure
Was contained in that
Small space, where
Nothing is ever replaced,
Only gained
Like flying
through outer space
When I’m with you,
It’s like a running flame
Without a place,
Or name
And it’s really all just
about the same
As before,
Even when we look
For the reason it all happened,
We need not look far,
Or doubt the indecision,
For we’re exactly where
We’re supposed to be
And, yes life is fair,
And then not
And this, right here,
Is what we’ve got
For now,
Yet you know, we’ll return
With more of the essence
Of the reminiscence
Of times when
They were
Pleasant
Tanka #1
Slowly, the rain falls,
we rejoice in the moment.
And then it is gone.
I await, the next moment
Feeling frenzied with delight.
A Letter
You’ve written
Before, and yet
No more,
Now,
I dangle a letter
To lure you back,
Though,
Unsure I am,
About the portended
Future
Will our existence
Be reminiscent
Of the letter
In hand?
Now a grandstand
An audience to
Itself, suspended
Mid air
A trifle, and flare,
Of opportunity
Encased in
Red
Just like the roses,
I gave you
When
We
Wed,
And you shook your
Head, in favour of a
Nod instead
And, though
I bled with anticipation
There really is
No mysterious
Cause
For my withdrawal
Only the wonder
Which I see
While in
Bed
As thoughts of
You
Give way to dreams,
Which are sometimes
Pleasant, and
At other times not
So, so,
Dear, give way to
My hearts present
Which is adorned, and
Ready to give way
While you stay
Away,
Only know I’m here
Which is where
I’ll remain
Until that day,
When you return,
And walk through that door,
Taking the note, now
Dangling no more,
And read about
The love that’s flourished
While you were gone,
Now holding hands, like
Time never elapsed,
As we await the dawn.
In response to the WDYS #65 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Thunder
I often wonder,
what it is about
thunder
that causes
such a
mysterious
sensation,
from deep within.
There are times
when I’m smitten
with a grin,
as I
ponder and reflect
upon
my life as a child.
Thinking
about the thunder
that would rain down
when we least expected
it.
And then?
Running,
hiding, and trying to find
a place to not be affected
by it.
And, as I write that last
stanza, it occurs to me,
the “it”
in compilation, is unseen
and hidden from view.
A mysterious, and, yes,
often ominous feeling,
even when the thunder
was not dealing it’s clatter.
Hiding under bed,
waiting, worrying, and
unofficially praying for a stead-
fast reprieve
form the hidden noise.
And, oh, what a joy!
When finally released
from the deluge
of noise,
which overwhelmed
my every sense
until, finally,
yes
poise,
did return.
And, I could crawl
out
from underneath,
and, once again,
breathe in
the
salty air
from the rain,
which did just fall.
Oh, thunder, you
are oft criticized, and
yet, are a part of
Nature, so I
do surmise,
you are elegant
in your ways.
And, I do always
pray, for a return
of the rain.
So if you must
also return,
very well,
I will prepare
as needed,
and,
see you thunder,
on the other
side of
the
season.
Haiku #3
Blades of grass splinter,
A raven flies overhead.
Not separate. One.
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