(Inspired by the prompts of Ragtag Community: chase, and Fandango: double. )
Category: writing
Floral Messages
What if each soul,
in passing,
casts a seed
upon the earth –
and with each Spring,
the seeds burst
with beauty,
as a reminder
of the blessing
that is life.
No Expiry Date
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.)
True
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.)
Junkyard
Vestiges of dreams
swiftly disappear, shift lanes –
ambition rusted.
(For RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Challenge: fast & lane)
Raven and Snake
That day, crossing the parking lot,
raven swooped past, snake in clasp –
I took it as a sign, hurried my steps.
The ward nurse stopped me,
revealed the end was near,
appointed me bearer of news.
Me, whom you loved to hate –
lashed with brash comments,
unforgiving of my youth.
Unsurprising, your wrath,
and then the threats –
to be cut from your will
Deeply ingrained the need
to hate, to blame – lawyer
didn’t comply, I remained
Represented you in death,
sorry for a life of lies ,
how often you had to pretend
to love men,
to not be lonely,
that alcohol solved all
Miss you even now –
your caustic presence
irreplaceable, left a hole.
Don’t regret finding you,
getting help, staying
bedside as death knocked.
You’d do the same –
intrinsically linked,
the raven and the snake.
(Linked to Reena’s Exploration Challenge where the prompt is to write about sudden, magical events.)
Emboldened
Subtlety unknown,
Spring’s repertoire bold and bright –
soul responds in kind.
Beholder
(Inspired by Ragtag Community’s prompt: sumptuous, and Fandango’s: common)
Novel on Hold
Begging, this story,
brimming over
bursting out
I suck in,
hesitate
ending preset
message elusive
crushed beneath
weight of subjectivity.
Questioning Questions
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.)
One Woman's Quest 