Such a gift is youth –
silvers stars and bows,
jingle-jangle wishes…
Seldom opened –
shame and insecurity
casting doubt, despair
Shall we try again,
age and wisdom
steeped in appreciation.
(Written for Willow Poetry’s What Do You See Challenge, the prompt being the featured image.)
Where peace keep you,
there the soul plays –
Ask the sun her best day,
the flower, her mind –
open one moment,
though another away.
We live star-eyed,
fill our home
find a little fun –
Game must be nice,
like you please, sister,
promised positive.
(Fridays, I visit Magnetic Poetry online for inspiration.)
Subtlety unknown,
Spring’s repertoire bold and bright –
soul responds in kind.
(Inspired by Ragtag Community’s prompt: sumptuous, and Fandango’s: common)
Begging, this story,
brimming over
bursting out
I suck in,
hesitate
ending preset
message elusive
crushed beneath
weight of subjectivity.
Does the caterpillar question,
eek out the significance of each
puzzling piece, self-impose standards,
before submitting to transformation?
Why then, must I tear at each segment,
consume myself with riddles,
delete pieces of the whole,
in order to fit a mould?
Am I not just part of some divine
journey, tied to a destiny in which
I, too shall find the metaphorical wings
to soar – and why, then, should I question?
(Written for Willow Poetry’s Challenge: Â What Do You See? Â Featured image is the prompt.)
Web-sexy this world –
information my empire,
a starry squadron,
file phaser system –
want off though,
could, without asking
(I visit the online Magnetic Poetry on Fridays.)
Lured by azure waters,
the promise of carefree days,
I cruise ocean’s waters,
dream myself exotic.
Grey clouds loom, mock
this pretence – waves swell
crash, blacken horizon –
delusion loosing ground.
What force is this,
drags me into aphotic depths,
insists I swim in darkness?
Have I not proven tenacity,
claimed a place amongst the willing?
It is not light, I seek – too sinful
for redemption – just the solace
of familiar grey….
Body falters,
mind the same,
but spirit dances,
lithe as a flame.
Dark this passage,
blustery the winds
that rattle the glass,
cold seeping through cracks,
light receding.
Life, we are sold,
should be parties
and castles – dreams
without limits –
disingenuous campaign
Truth lies somewhere
in-between –
elusive, yet enticing –
I would exit this isolation
shake the starkness
for but a glimpse.
(Images supplied by Reena’s Exploration challenge. Â Also inspired by Ragtag Community’s prompt: blustery, and Fandango’s: disingenuous.)
