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I never appreciated the difficulty of Haiku until this attempt.
Constructive criticism is most welcome from those who seem to compose these with such ease.
Wishing you all a beautiful weekend, H.
Cleaning out boxes in the garage can be a good thing. Good when you come across a poem that you clearly remember once writing, ever so long ago. The irony of it is that I think I could write these words again today about 35 years later
Alone, feeling cold
Needing to be warm again
Sad, feeling down
Needing to be up again
Scared, feeling lost
Needing to be secure again
Misfit, feeling empty
Needing to be whole again
I am lifeless,
Needing to be born again
Earth it spins, round and round, keeping me, away you, from this world, you fly
Angels wings, unseen wind, lifted you, beyond me, earth behind, goodbye
Creeping through, breaking through, sitting here, wanting not, wish you’d go, fog eyes
Desperate, despondent, lifeless night, stars removed, lonely space, sad sky
Begging you, show me now, beyond life, where you live, past the sun, gods home
Vale of fog, heavy mist, melt away frozen grief, I’m alive, alone
Possibly the hardest challenge I’ve ever attempted. Thank you to the Daily Post for the Fog prompt and style.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_assignment/writing-201-fog/
Just where would you say that you are right now?
Your body tells me,
That you’re right here
But your mind is floating, way out there,
Somewhere not even, remotely near
Out there somewhere from long ago,
Your mind still buried in thought
You poor old thing, just why can’t you learn,
When the lessons already been taught
But like a child whose balloon has just broke,
You sit there and hide, your tears as you choke
Pretending it’s nothing, nothing at all
While in true life, you never rose from that fall
Insult me with nothings, that is just grand
Deny my heart, what it truly deserves
Proclaiming it’s me you want to be near
Never have I heard something more absurd
My color of future and yours of the past
So sorry Dear one, but they really don’t match
Like a lone piece, from a worn out puzzle,
In a new one, it has no place
This game of yours,
Holding on to old pieces
If you want this new puzzle,
Get your head out of space
The Daily Post Writing challenge for today.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_assignment/writing-201-trust/
In response to my Poem Dress Up With Words, a comment was left by a lovely man/blogger , whom I know as db. What he left behind for words had me wonder if it was a quote he had found and not one that came from his own heart. Well, it came from him and is of inspiration and confirmation that we should not only write to please, we must allow ourselves the right to write from our deepest corners.
Here is his message:
I thank DB for his beautiful saying, shear loyalty to my blog and the comments that I anxiously await each and every time. With that said, I thank you all on this Day before Valentines and am glad to be able to send you all a timely wish of love, gratitude and thanks for all that are still with me after a rather quiet period. I am deeply thankful to you all.
With love, Heather
As weak as I am,
As strong as I seem
I dress up with words,
That fit my needs
So
You’ll never quite know,
What I’m really about
A facade of persona,
That you’ll never doubt
I’ll be a pillar when,
Inside I’ve crumbled
Calm, cool,
When my head screams and cries
Fine, when I know an unjust was done
Diplomatic when,
I’m raging inside
You will hear how beautiful life can be,
As I try my own self to convince
I write without, hesitation of hope,
Words of belief,
Are scribbled,
With nary a wince
Our lines, our stanzas,
Our poems of life
We instill faith,
For those who read
While inside we are really calling out,
For ourselves to also believe
When the world casts its gloom,
Blocking sun from my life
I can turn my head,
And smile
Because I’ve saved the light,
Of our moments in time
That will surely outlast,
An eternal mile
I cannot be brought down,
Made to feel dismal and blue
No matter what fate,
Throws in my path
I’ve bottle each smile,
Each gesture of heart,
That you’ve unselfishly given
My happiness will last
When I am faced
With adverse thoughts,
Pessimistic,
With questions of doubt,
I’ll open this full
Bottle of joy,
Just enough to let,
Some happiness out
Why today and not tomorrow,
Or perhaps even yesterday
To show your thanks with gestures,
For the love you feel each day?
Surprise me on a midsummer night,
Or a Tuesday, late afternoon
Not with chocolates or with roses,
But with your heart when in full bloom
Show your love not designated,
By a holiday of, store front clues
To remind you that you love me,
As I hope the other days you do
Dear sweet Valentine,
You are a saint
Please don’t get me wrong
But don’t you think it would be nice,
If this day could last,
Without your hint,
Perhaps a whole year long?
A quick poem for https://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/2015/01/31/poetry-challenge-valentines-day-poem/ As always fun to do for the change of pace. Thank you, Harry!
Stars halt their glisten
To hear my wish,
For a timeless journey,
Of one on one bliss
So take me over,
As the moon does the sky
Feel passion burn,
Through this iced
Winter night
Stay with me till,
The sun wakes to rise
Giving again, your love,
Before you say
Good-bye
Sorry, I didn’t get round to it,
My time was spent somewhere else
Somewhere of much,
Greater importance
Of course I don’t put
Our love on a shelf!
Sorry, I didn’t have the time,
To look into what you requested
Of course I’m happy here with you,
Just look at all you’ve invested
Sorry I never asked about
Your days in the last week
Just didn’t have
A true desire,
In case that they were bleak
Sorry I didn’t bring you flowers,
And just forgot about our day
Besides, the vase looks very nice,
Empty on display
The opportunity didn’t come,
For me to call last night
But that’s okay,
You understand
Hope you slept alright
Sorry
Sorrys are avoidable,
All apologies and the like
Sorrys are an aftermath,
Of not thinking when
The time was right
“Sorry” for the simpleness of this poem 🙂
Extend your soul from its deepest self
Meeting sorrow while not fearing pain
Place your feet in their shoes of sadness,
Accepting tears as moments, of emotional rain
Tire your ears as you unscramble words
Hearing truly, just with your heart
You’ll reach the threshold of empathy, if you’re willing to give it a shot
The Starting End 