Good morning
Bright new day
Although I know not yet
Whether your sun will be glorious
Or if clouds will try and steal the show
The sun shines within me now
Before dawn has even danced.
We can not control external factors. We can only try and control our own reactions, and bring a sense of gratitude and positivity to whatever lies ahead.
So this is my first year as a “writer” and I was last minute inspired by a friend to try NaNoWriMo. I only lasted 5 days/5,000 words and I’d even made a bujo spread for it.
But it wasn’t the right time for me. I’ve not been in the best place with my mental health recently and adding this pressure on top… well… it felt like a relief when I decided “not this year!”.
It did however make me realise how much I missed writing poetry, and so here I am going to write a poem about… we’ll see. I like writing poetry because it’s a way for me to express my emotions and I feel the words almost leak out of me, I never have to force them.
To anyone sticking with NaNoWriMo, you got this! And if you don’t, that’s okay too.
All the bloggy love from an infrequent friend.
Complete but timeless
If my body were to die
Would my soul become
Again, with the Universe
Welcomes me home among stars.
Poem written for the November Poetry Challenge hosted by Fake Flamenco.
I met new people today
Their personalities must be full
And lifetimes in the making
But I just got the free sample
Where you don’t really know if
You want the whole thing
Or the sample was quite enough
Really I’m a nice person
And I’m sure they’re nice people too
And I’ll really actually not mind
Learning more about them if the conversation flows
Not like wine that is poured purely for social etiquette
But if it flows like a song
Each instrument still playing notes of their own
While dancing with the others
Until the song is over.
Saying the stars burn
is like saying that
Life is for living!
It sounds poetic,
Insta quotable.
But it is a mere
Fact. That I wish more
people listened to
Really listened to.
Not just heard as part
of the herd that just
follow, and not do.
Written for the Twiglet prompt.
Each line of my poem has 5 syllables (this started by accident and then I tried to continue it). Is this a named type of poetry at all does anyone know?
The glow of fire
millennial fire mind you
4K on YouTube
“most realistic HD crackling”
Cosies me on summer nights
summer nights cold with neglect
not lonely
content in my own company
Candles join the party
black amber
wild lavender
all the plants I grow are wild
really they grow themselves
I just let them live rent free
Their flames move like arms at a rave
a rave more real than my fire
scents of drunk grass, unwashed souls
smeared in metaphorical mud of mental illness
we all seem pigs in mud these days.
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Wrting prompt!
Of the world that
May one day be
Streams of gold sunlight
Capture even dark souls
In their innocent beams
Naive. With fresh eyes
Hope to twist attitudes
Turn wrath, anger, greed
To care, compassion, seed
Of the world that
May one day be.
A quadrille written for a dVerse prompt that must include the word “stream”.
I always had to have the last word
To feel I’d won the fight.
You always let me have the last word
Because you cared more about us than winning.
Thank you for all your losses so we could win and weather
The storm I was the eye of
That we still suffered together.
I now see
It’s not you vs me
It’s us vs anything life attempts to make us hurdle
I’m ready to take one, two, three for the team
And let you win
And if I have learnt a goddamn thing
It won’t feel like I lose
But that we just sail out
Onto calm waters
Our hands gripped tighter
than they were before.
Prompt from The Twiglets
Sun rose yesterday
Window to experience
Bright dawn modern life
And then they took it away
Crushed by waves, anxious
Days stretch unknowingly to
Demise of the life
I’d been rebuilding, anew.
In the UK the government are going blasé on the COVID safety restrictions from the 19th July. Along with opening nightclubs and lifting capacity on events, they’re removing the need to wear masks or socially distance.
While lots of Brits are celebrating, for me as a vulnerable individual this is taking away a lot of freedom I’d been enjoying. Despite being young and double jabbed, if I were to get COVID the results could be devastating, even life ending. While I can sympathise with people wanting to get back to normal, any sense of normality I’ve been enjoying (seeing some friends, going out to eat, etc) will probably be no go’s again very soon.
With hundreds of thousands of cases predicted each day, it’s going to be a minefield that I just can’t risk. And it will be the same for the plethora of other young vulnerable individuals and all elderly people.
This is just another notch on a long list of uninclusive acts from our country’s government. But I guess there will at least be a easy way to tell if someone is a nice person from now on, whether they’re wearing a mask in indoor public places… *sigh*
The low moon is low
Hiding in the pale sky
Translucent
Barely present
But still the crescent of my eye
It pierces my sleep
And captures my mind
Imprinting images
Dancing, disturbing, until
I have to stare or go blind
And now I sit present
Under that bright ‘fore sunrise
As if this light should make sense
Rather than being a wonder
A miracle; one of life’s highs.
Fresh rosemary sprigs fill the meadow,
This was my summer evening dream,
But without you I’m now here alone,
Floating down this eerie stream.
Emine Beasley 