Mikaela

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Day 25 of NaPoWriMo – Today’s (optional) prompt is based on theaisling, a poetic form that developed in Ireland. Anaislingrecounts a dream or vision featuring a woman who represents the land or country on/in which the poet lives, and who speaks to the poet about it. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that recounts a dream or vision, and in which a woman appears who represents or reflects the area in which you live. Perhaps she will be the Madonna of the Traffic Lights, or the Mysterious Spirit of Bus Stops. Or maybe you will be addressed by the Lost Lady of the Stony Coves. Whatever form your dream-visitor takes, happy writing!

For Sadje’s WDYS: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/04/25/what-do-you-see-131-april-252022/

Mikaela

i’ve never lost sight of you lately, in my dreams and in people i see
you’re the one thing my heart’s been crying for months…

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That Nightly Sound

Come Read This!!!

Ivor.Plumber/Poet

I’m at my desk wondering

Sitting here deeply pondering

Whether I’m a strange sort of writer

And am I, an only loner

My keyboard is covered in moisture

A wetness from my overflowing tears

I cry about my latest plight

I cry for the world’s hungry, sleeping tonight

I cry during Xavier’s song, Spirit Bird, like the, Last Post

I cry for the children, the ones we have lost

My heart bleeds tears from within

My heart writes with soul filled ink

My heart dampen’s with every word I weep

My heart floods with emotions every time I sleep

I was wondering

And I am pondering

Do other writers, hear that nightly sound

Hear the pitter-patter of naked feet

Hear the noise of shuffling feet in their sleep

Hear their dirtied feet, the millions of poor children, yet to eat

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

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Known…

AllysoAlly

Sometimes I feel unseen,
not like the sky,
more like the breeze…

Though some may pass me by,
and I know I’m kinda shy,
but the trees have memorized
my name,
when they stand in homage
I am unashamed…

And I feel like a beauty queen,
among the flowers
and the evergreens…

I’m an artist of lighter moods,
an introvert
with attitude…

In the company of foliage
I’m known,
fluent in color
I am overgrown…

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Flow through life

Savvy Raj

Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before childrenKahlil Gibran

A life well lived

Includes experiences

That makes us who we are.

We are not set in stone

Or cast in iron that cannot mould

Our emotional being cannot be suppressed

We are life living breathing and exploring possibilities.

Our infinite ways of expressions is unique to our being

We surf the tides of changes and flow

And we learn as we go.

Savvy

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