NO is a stop sign, end of the sentence
can knock your feet out from under you.
a completion, the final door bolted loudly.
MAYBE is a pause for creativity, a moment of
iridescent bubble hanging in the air
an opening to where all grows wild and free.
Either are available, both are useful
but one leaves you to face a single direction
while the other is a garden where roads are
not needed. You walk without a line to follow.
© Ali Grimshaw 2019
Beyond the darkened door, my heart waits for me
in the fragrant garden, watching butterflies floating free
Early morning mist hangs heavy, resisting the apricot dawn
as I walk the time worn path through the verdant lawn
Birds are singing in soft swaying trees, sweetest of melodies
Tranquility and peace reign here, creating forever memories
And these are all the worldly riches and precious treasures
I will ever need, savoring and enjoying life’s simple pleasures.
Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt: Transition
We can’t escape it. Life is brimming with heartbreaks, hardships, grief and tear-filled days. Frida Kahlo had every reason to drown her sorrows. As a child, she suffered from polio which caused her to limp. As a teenager, she was involved in a bus accident, impaled by a steel handrail which nearly killed her. The disaster left her with multiple spinal fractures, a shattered pelvis, fractured ribs, and collarbone. They confined her to a full body cast for three months. Yet this is when she obtained a paintbrush, canvas, and paints and began creating magnificent art.
Her story reinforces the belief that deepest sorrows are counterbalanced by pinnacles of joy. To experience those amazing feelings, we must allow the bastards to swim free. We should just let them go. While it may be easier said than done, releasing them can provide the inspiration to construct poignant beauty.
What emotions do you need to release?
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SenryuIn the dark silence I can hear your heart beating In sync with my own Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Source: Daily Haiku – Fri. May 24, 2019 – Poetry For Healing
Something fuzzy surroundsmy memory of you
It makes the whole episode seem so surreal and
I might be putting my sanity in jeopardy when I try
To recall those unpleasant details of our relationship
I would rather erase all of my recollections of past
Rather than relive those moments once again and again
In response to the following prompts;
Your daily word prompt;
RDP;
Word of the day challenge;
FOWC;
#keepitalive
#fowc
#rdp
When I was but twelve, I wanted to be
the most beautiful girl you ever did see.
with shining gold hair, pure alabaster skin,
I was vain to a fault, tho’ I knew it a sin.
At my mirror I’d sit, I’d primp and I’d preen,
with my dishwater hair, and eyes muted green.
I’d pose and I’d pucker, I’d smile and I’d gloat,
“Someday above all of these peasants I’ll float!”
I’d call down from my perch, in a old gnarled tree
“Spellbound by my beauty, is what you will be!!”
At the time I was young, and was not yet aware,
that the spirits that be, were indeed everywhere..
I was yet to surmise, and would never have known,
that the gnarled old tree that I thought was my throne,
was an old soul indeed, and quite wizened with age,
who I came to find out, was called…
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you may not like my style
that’s your right
who I am
serves me well enough
your critique
does not
decide my fate
life goes on without you
deaf ears
small minds
little hearts
not my tribe
how I feel
what I say
when I project
it’s all reserved for those who care
The Reluctant Poet 