Green
The lake
During the day
Reflected mirror of me
Shimmering
Elfje #2
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Tanka #3
Blades of grass splinter,
A raven flies overhead.
Not separate. One.
I reflect upon the scene,
Pulled forward by that knowing.
Shy
They always called me
shy, and
I always wondered
why?
Time spent at home
was such a treat,
I never really
gave it much thought, or
attentions’ discrete.
I simply, waved goodbye
and merely moved on.
Upon reflection,
however,
it’s clear
that
I
Was simply tired
from all their stares,
and
comparative airs.
All the while
I was living
without
a
Measure,
except
the
knowledge of your
pleasurable existence.
And, my love
and devotion
to a time
of promotion,
and single-minded
attention, which
for sure,
did
not come until
much later.
For the platitudes
of life do
easily
carry us away
though we
never
intend to stray;
it happens at times.
And when we
notice?
We can find our
way back
to that
which
was never gone,
only ever
momentarily passed on.
And, yes,
it’s quite intentional
even when
it feels
like
it’s not, and
we’ve been begotten.
Don’t be downtrodden,
for you are
part of the
light,
which always burns bright
even when,
maybe, especially
when,
you lead a shy life.
Haiku #6
Vast sand dunes at sea,
Such a juxtaposition.
Underneath? The same.
Hope
Grey
The Bars
Darkness all-consuming,
Yet light creeps through
Hope
In response to the WDYS #67 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
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
A Blogger’s Diary 1/31/21: On My 2 Favorite Posts This Week and Music
The end of January. Wow. It’s been almost a year since the pandemic broke out here locally. What a year. And, within 2.5 months of starting to work at home, my first blog post was published. Since then, I’ve created 295 posts, began following so many amazing blogs and inspiring people, and have now over 450 followers. Awesome, and so much fun.
Alright, let’s get to the writing part.
My 2 Favorite Posts This Week
I want to do something different this week, and for a few weeks. Instead of simply recapping all that I wrote, I’m going to choose my favorite 2 or 3 posts each week and provide some of the inspiration, thinking, and reflecting that went into the post. Ready? Good. Here we go.
Here are the two I’m choosing this week.
Reminiscence
The reminiscence poem was created as a multi-reflection on my marriage, my childhood, and having two beautiful boys. All three reflections combined in unique ways to create a poem about pain and joy, and recollections about simpler times.
One of the things I love the most about writing poetry, outside of the sheer exuberance I get when an idea flows through me, is looking back, reflecting, and putting on paper some joyous, and yes, sometimes painful life events.
Tanka #2
Tanka #2 was created as a reflection on my meditation practice, and the chasing we sometimes do as humans, trying to get to the next thing, and then the next. Reflecting on meditation and then the concept of chasing after things is a paradox, just like all of life.
The last two lines are a reflection upon creating the future from the present moment, with the knowing that already living inside of me, all of us, are the past, present, and future. As, they are one.
Alright, that’s my reflection on the reflections that inspired the two poems above. That was fun. Let’s now turn to one of my other favorite topics, music.
Music
I’ve posted about my love for music before, though it’s been a while. I grew up in a household where music was always present. Whether that was through the TV and MTV, my dad playing his guitar, or sisters, mom, or myself playing the radio, cassettes, or an 8-track.
Yes, I did just reference the radio, cassette tapes, and 8-tracks in the same sentence. I did grow up in the late 70’s and 80’s though.
In this entry on music, I want to do two things. Show you the guitar I bought today, and embed a youtube of one of my favorite songs.
Alright, first, here is a pic of the guitar I bought today. As I mentioned, my dad played the guitar. Though I tinkered with the guitar as a child, youth, and young adult, it’s been years, and I am excited to take some lessons and begin to play.
Pretty, yes? Yes, I think so too.
Alright, now here is one of my favorite songs. I am present to it, because my oldest son played it on the guitars we looked at on Saturday. Was so beautiful.
Here you go.
I just adore this song. Always have, and always will.
Alright, friends, that’s all for this week.
Remember, to keep breathing and take time for yourself. It’s important.
Have a great week.
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.
Beauty
Is in the eye
Of the beholder,
Is that what they say?
Hm, well, if I may
Add to that last stanza
A few considerations
Upon which you may
Stand,
Or fall back from,
It is your choice, of course.
Beauty
Is everywhere, upon
Everything, and within everyone,
There is not a
Particle left untouched
By the magnificence
Of this Universe,
It just is as
Such.
Therefore, if ever
There comes a
Time, when
You are
In
Doubt about the beauty
That is you, and is
Within you,
Pause,
And reflect, don’t
Object to a
Standard
Created
By
Other people,
Who see beauty
As something foreign
To themselves.
A thing living inside
Their heads,
Not in reality.
Instead, stand tall,
And watch them
All fall about,
As you
Gathered
With poise, and grace,
Lift your head high, and,
Always meet their eye.
Knowing, your beauty,
Is that of the Universe,
Given to you to behold
And mold,
Just as you are,
Like a star
Dancing in the heavens,
My dear,
No matter what you’ve
Been told.
In response to the WDYS #66 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Develop. Inspire. Transform. 