Tag: poem

Writing Dreams

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I dreamt I wrote fine poetry, 

I’ve forgotten it today.

Waking into a cloudy mind,

where my dreams just fade away.

Written in italic, 

on bed of softest browns.

Spread out on the surface, 

where the words laid down.

I meditate to pull it back, 

as coming from my soul.

The soul that has the answers, 

where the truth is told.

Knowing dreams are messages, 

dismayed I missed that one.

Was it the very answer, 

to all questions under the sun.

Even as I’m trying now, 

to fish it from the deep.

Knowing that it won’t come back, 

not even if I sleep.

So who is it who writes my dreams, 

those that I can see.

The creative one, all knowing, 

I guess the hidden me.

Practice 

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The book is open on the floor, I can see it upside down.

But I’m sitting on the sofa, in my dressing gown.

I really should salute the sun, stretch my arms up high.

But I’m finding it a struggle, to bid the night goodbye.

I promised that I’d practice, some sequences everyday.

Ashtanga manual’s open wide, I left it in the way.

To remember to do my yoga, focusing on the task.

If I want to work my core, and my blooming body to last.

The Truth

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There is something present inside me,

that cannot be falsified.

I do admit as my younger self ,

I pushed it right down inside.

What was inside kept hidden away,

I would never let come out.

Eventually giving  into it,

on realising what life was about.

I’m open now,

I can’t help myself, I wear my heart on my sleeve.

Those who know say I always was,

the toughness make-believe.

I can’t keep it in if I’m feeling it,

to do so would just be to deny.

Before I know it’s out of my mouth,

I sometimes ask myself why.

In writing I’m told I’m vulnerable,

in showing myself to you.

But what the point of writing,

if your saying what’s not true.

I talk of love, the purpose of life,

of what it means to me.

In my writing I show honesty,

it’s what I want you to see.

Moods

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Sometimes I hang right off the moon, 

it drips right down my back.

Swallows fly through muted colours, 

to where the day turns black.

The curtains close on any wonder, 

loosing sight of what’s good.

I argu with my conscious mind, 

feeling so misunderstood.

But then I wake as if from death, 

the sun is shining so brightly.

I jump up from my blackness, 

dance out into the world so lightly.

Butterflies in multi colours, 

fanning me with their wings.

The world so bright and shiny, 

is it happiness that rings.

I look upon these mood changes,

as the black and white of life.

Like morning is to nighttime,

and happiness to strife.

For the most part I am positive,

I get nine out of ten.

The sadness, rare but visits,

Shame I don’t know when.

Where on Earth 

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Royal Pavillion, Brighton, England

 

Where are you right now,

while working on your blogs,

are you in bright sunshine,

or is it more like fog.

Resting on a great big yacht,

or in a coffee bar, 

waiting in a traffic jam,

sitting in your car.

It’s interesting to think about,

while I write mine here,

I’m guessing on some of you,

others not so clear.

What influence on where you live,

is in your writing now,

is the environment inspiring,

if so please tell me how.

What about the time of day,

it’s lunchtime here for us,

guessing some might be in bed,

or doing other stuff.

I find it quite fascinating,

to think where you might be,

of course in some pictures,

it’s very clear to see.

So tell me in the comments,

let some others know,

we might be nearer than we think,

so lets have a go  😉

 

Written as a fun response to the daily prompt word – Waiting

It would be good to find out where people are, where my blog is read and where the blogs I read are written.  It’s fascinating to find out what influences us, environment, weather, literature, culture, religion etc.

How wide is my blogging community?

 

 

True Love

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Loves a river that flows to the sea,

loves not tied up between you and me.

Loves embrace does not end with the bends,

love continues and love cannot end.

Loves not ownership or managed by one, 

love is all brightness under the sun.

Loves the answer to all questions out there,

loves the natural capacity to care.

Loves not a book with beginning and end,

Love has no finale on which to depend.

Loves the freedom to have your own say,

Love that is true cannot be swayed. 

Loves the poetry of the oldest of sages,

loves the ink staining the page.

Loves an old mirror as two become one,

Love understands and is never done.

Loves the mystery that has no door,

Love after here continues for sure.

Loves not urgent, there’s plenty of time,

Love has eternity, love is divine.

Urgent – DP

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It’s not urgent that I get there, 

just that I’m on my way.

The destinations not in sight,  

it’s for another day. 

But right that I have set out, 

I’m purposely on my path.

I can break along the way, 

it’s fine to have a laugh.

The finish lines is not the goal,

it’s not even a race.

I’m just taking my own time, 

just keeping up the pace.

And if I finally reach the end, 

will I have passed the test.

I suppose that’s not as important 

as if I done my best.

Inspiration

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I think I finally beginning to see,

just how much inspiration is coming to be.

Those flashes of nature I could easily miss, 

touching my mind, as a gentle kiss.

As that big full moon, drops from the sky,

captured in frame as it passes me by.

Leaves dance in reflection on the far wall,

in the spotlight of sunshine that is early fall.

Flowers sing as they dance in the breeze,

a field of extras on a set to please.

Those moments of magic, to capture depends,

timing my eyes, the ultimate lens.

I’ve just woken up, alert is my state,

nature in pose, it’s there for the take.

Prior to this all days were as night,

everything hidden far way out of sight.

 

Leaving You

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I’m leaving you now,

I’m no longer fulfilled,

you no longer make me as whole.

I’ve sadness as I think of you,

also happiness in my new role.

We once were so right,

we clicked you and me,

an honest and truthful match.

But then came the day,

we’d changed so much,

a new plan I needed to hatch.

The trauma we’ve shared,

deep crisis and such,

I always saw it through.

It’s not I don’t care,

I really do,

I’ve still so much passion for you.

It’s just that I feel,

as I’ve grown beside you,

I’m not the same girl anymore.

And the things that I do,

they don’t impact on you,

or at least I’m not so sure.

I’m not going far,

I might see you one day,

our paths may cross again.

I’m not ruling it out,

my vision unclear,

it’s still connected to pain.

So please wish me well,

as I will do you,

let us want the best for each other.

I’m sending you love,

I’ll think about you,

I so want you to recover.

 

 

Trust – DP

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I’m guilty and I know it,

I have not been as on top.

Of those lovely posts that you write,

I’m sure there’s been a lot.

That’s the thing with weekends,

good friends come to call.

I’ve had good fun, of course,

but on your blogs I’ve stalled.

But know that I’ll be back real soon,

I promise to catch up.

Trust me to put more hours in,

and find a reading slot 😊