friction on the matchbox.. she strikes a match, lights a lamp as she prays; invoking the Almighty to bless with happy days, lead us to brighter ways; give us strength to cope, in bad luck, show us hope. a match, a prayer, a light, burns within, a will to fight. Linked with Poetic Asides (Day … Read more Evening prayers..
Infinite: yes, the possibilities seem to be, after this month of satisfying poetry; I never felt a hesitation, not once, each poem, I wrote, and I had fun. I met a kind Dragon, befriended her, I once again rallied with a Jordan, I found energy, this thirst to write; I searched deep, for a little … Read more To infinity, and beyond..
I wonder at times, when I’ll stop mourning, if I will stop it at all; I wonder at times, if I stay in your memories, if that is my downfall. I know I must let go, I’ve told myself for long, to do it, stay strong; but it is so hard, to forget few things … Read more A big loss..?
Carefree, casual smile; all the while. Answering all questions, be they easy or even tough, my answers seem enough. I talk direct, never serious; much jest, much love, much zest; I’m at times, like a pest. Always same, for old habits can’t change; innocent yet very mature, of my future I seem sure. I am … Read more I, me and myself..
Pulitzer prize winner Stanley Kunitz once told, “You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.” I agree that it is born wild and free, no matter how it is born, and by what means! A poem forms in the sea of my heart An ocean of colors for this sacred … Read more Wild poetry..
A line of ants They trudge on Past the dust speck On a white petal Before the Lord Unmindful of me As I watch eagerly Their work ethic On my work desk On my work desk A line of ants They work hard And I work hardly Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 27, What I see). … Read more Ants..