Day: April 15, 2020

Spotlight Poetry – ‘Look At The Sky’ – A collaborative poem by Christine Bialczak and Goff James

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Hey Goff! this is really great! Writing with a partner has really been a thrill for me!! Just me, My partner and I don’t show who did what. It’s a partnership! And that’s how we want people to view it. Bravo Guys!!

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Look At The Sky by Christine Bialczak and Goff James

Celebrating Look up at the Sky Day

Sunlight burns vision
Azure, clear cerulean
Vastness unfettered

CB

Day’s borrowed rays dance
The loudness of aloneness
Biblical silence

GJ

Clouds cover sunlight
White tufts reach the horizon
The wind makes music

CB

Dusks dark shadows drift
Earth’s fate scribed in cosmic dust
Time’s arched vault moulders

GJ

Poem Attribution © Christine Bialczak and Goff James

Poem Attribution Verses 1 and 3 © Goff James

Poem Attribution Verses 2 and 4 © Christine Bialczak

Poem Attribution © Christine Bialczak and Goff James

Poem Attribution Verses 1 and 3 © Christine Bialczak

Poem Attribution Verses 2 and 4 © Goff James

Click here to view Christine Bialczak at Stine Writing

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All poetry rights reserved

Image Attribution © Nikki Wheeler, Lost Horizon, (Date Unstated)

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A Morbid Covidity – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“All people (men, sic) of the modern world exist in a continual and flagrant antagonism between their consciences and their way of life”. Leo Tolstoy

A Morbid Covidity

This is no costume party,
for too long we’ve been through
that narrow door of left-brain,
now vulnerable in our need,
cranking strategies of escape,
resolute in our distancing,
a strange geometry of intimacy,
the relationship we live inside of,
a tendency to forget who we are,
losing touch with ourselves,
a profound memory loss,
some new sacred,
shattered interior,
aversion to the herd,
a morbid covidity.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Senryū – ‘Life Emptied of Noise’ – A poem by Goff James

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A poem inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ‘Courage’

Click here to view Eugeniia’s (Eugi’s Causerie) original post

Poem Attribution © goffjamesart/photography/poetry

Click here to read more senryū poems by Goff James

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Image Attribution © Lisa Fotios, Pexels

Source Attributionhttps://amanpan.com/2020/04/13/eugis-weekly-prompt-courage-april-13-2020/

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Finding Joy in Unexpected Places – Daily Quote

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Jo Hawk

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Security is a scarce commodity. Uncertainty has replaced peace of mind, social distancing preempts heartfelt embraces and customary greetings, and worry permeates our once-normal life. With daily reports detailing hospital admissions and death counts, I can’t imagine how anyone can be truly happy.

I have heard people relate stories of harrowing experiences. They speak of job loss, illness, dire accidents, emotional trauma, and other life-altering events. You would expect the end of the story to reflect despair, anguish, fear, and total surrender. But. unexpectedly, they say, “it was the best thing that could have happened.” I stand in awe.

These people are survivors. Their spirit is powerful. I know they felt every raw emotion imaginable, cried never-ending tears, and wondered if they would ever recover. The one constant is their ability to find wonder. They grab hold of one thought, one goal, one reason to live. They develop the power…

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Emotions

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The more you suppress those emotions,
the more violently it will erupt,
splashing on your visage,
leaving marks of past,
never easy to erase

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The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – April 13

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Jo Hawk

2020 Daily Writing Challenge

Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow

Today is Day 104 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? We are living in an upside-down world. The hustle and bustle of daily commutes, the never-ending parade of constant stress, unreasonable demands, over-hyped experiences, and thrilling activities competing for your time, attention, and energy—evaporated. Self-isolation, social distancing, work from home, eLearning, family time, and dog walking, are the newest must-do exercises. No one would blame you if you are feeling directionless in your suddenly open schedule.

Abrupt changes can induce anxiety, but what if you considered this an opportunity to cultivate deep working habits? Deep work is a concept defined by Cal Newport, associate professor of computer science at Georgetown University and self-help author. He defines deep…

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A Stolen Goodbye

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Day 13 NaPoWriMo

Today, I challenge you to write a non-apology for the things you’ve stolen.

For this prompt i am writing this for my dad who passed away many years ago. He left. I never had the chance to say goodbye. He left. And i didnt give him the chance to say goodbye either.  A stolen moment of a good goodbye.

napofeature1braving through the rain
on a windy morning
struggling in vain
only to see you gazing

running through the stairs
as i grasp for air
wishing you’d be there
with a smile to spare

entering a crowded room
my body begun to shiver
looking for your face i roam
you’re there no more, i wonder

gushing through a deep sigh
truth begun to unravel
knowing you’re not there, i cry
deep inside i die, as i travel

longing for one, just one day
can i have a moment, to give…

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