Little girl take care
Don’t let the world tie you down
Shelve you in a box
Throw open those doors
Wake up from those vivid dreams
Make them come alive
You were born with wings
Spread them out- take to the sky
You were born to fly
Step out of the box
That will confine how you think–
Limit your world view
Beware of the cage
That barricades your thoughts with bars
Of doubts and fears
Find the pearls within
Shake off the grey shells of doom
You were born to bloom
Hoist out of your own petard…
Mine is a restless one
still searching for what was
what was meant to be
and what might yet be
Perhaps I’m just a dreamer
but that’s fine with me
to believe my other half
is out there searching for me
It might just be that time
when these things start to matter
where you’ve lived and done
most of it all, yet there’s this quest
Then someone sent a reminder
that showed you what’s possible
something you had been missing
and did not realize until you met
So yes, there is contentment
in the many gifts that life brings
the bees and flowers and things
and beautiful butterflies with wings
But still someone whispers
that this is not enough
You might be disappointed –
but the feeling doesn’t quite stop
That while the dice has been cast
not everything is made out to last
Would you rather wallow in a black hole
or try finding that other piece of your soul?
With heavy heart
and weighted dread
I saw the sinking sun
isolated in a white sky
Then flare blindingly
bearing down
as an uninvited guest
to morning’s awakening
Knots of fear
knitted into the pit
of a tangled mess
bottled up and kept
I stood on the edges
of the neighborhood
looking into a hazy view
confused in what next to do
Praying to God above
for a brighter sun
to turn the cheerless skies to blue.
Oh the feel of those fast cars!
so long and shining-sleek,
those soft and smooth…
tight leather seats- laps
behind the power-steering.
Let’s not talk about the torque-
just watch me as I take off…
silver rims rolling in reverse-
perverse to ride with such speed,
not to mention the ultra-sound.
Racing like it was a marathon,
I’ve got to break the habit…
set up my cruise control,
got to act more responsible.
Fleeting pleasure-
not the measure of who I am.
Too many speeding tickets,
it’s no longer fun.
So I’m taking it nice and slow
Which one – wouldn’t you like to know?
I’ll stay with the automatic.
Settling down in the slow lane
When I leaf through
the pages of my seasons,
I revel in Autumn’s shades,
the ambers and blush,
the yellow and gold
of bliss-filled abundance.
The fragrance of life,
undertones of florals and spice,
intoxicate me into a daze
of bewildering vistas,
of places I have been
and people I have seen.
This moment I have paused
to take stock of it all
and remind myself to
be grateful. Not for
stocks and bonds : for
those I have none –
It’s in the talents I’ve been given
to turn brown leaves to gold
and stack wood for the cold,
that abundance has found me.
Hard days and nights I’ve travelled
from where I once began.
Now as cold winds blow,
fire crackles in merriment,
cheered by warm hearts
upon whose rungs I have stood.
I see the greatest gift of all
in those surrounding me.
Autumn leaves roll out new seasons.
Seize this prize moment,
cash in your winnings and spoils.
Luck’s temperament
plays her pendulum mood-swings.
Her metronome ticks,
losing your seconds
that could have been precious hours.
You may never recover
from losses you earn-
in the time you have burned.
Feel the wind’s quick breath
as it whizzes through your hair!
See the color range
through nature’s masterful art.
Hear her network sounds.
Count the daily smiles
among the people you see.
Light up their world to
with gifts you willingly share.
Yield surprise returns.
Happiness is found
in each moment we relish.
The bitter and sweet
in aftermath come to greet.
Glad tidings they bear.
Cherish this moment too my dear!
To my readers who have followed me on this journey – Thank you! This is a journey I have enjoyed immensely, though it has been tough and gruelling in turning a poem out every day. It’s taken me to some interesting places both externally and internally and in many respects, I’ve learnt alot about myself and hopefully it’s engaged you to think about some of the topics. I have used some poetic licence in places. Those who haven’t read my challenges, they’re here whenever you find the time. My only cop-out was a topic on American politics where I substituted with my own topic.
The last challenge is to: write a poem that starts with an end and ends with a beginning.Enjoy and thank you for reading:
The tear wells had dried
as we said our final goodbye.
No more uncontrollable sobs,
no more fumbling for tissues
Just us- walking away…
How could something so
fraught feel so right?
How could something so good
hurt so bad?
Would I ever be whole again?
Months rolled by
but the chasm of pain
was a gaping wound, bleeding
more profusely everyday.
In glimpses of you, I saw the same.
Two souls torn apart,
so many reminders of each other.
We’d always known this day would come
but the reality is not what you plan.
When you called, I learnt how to act.
But time is a healer, I do believe.
We still talk as very good friends.
You were always my confessor,
always knew how to make me laugh,
even when burning in your own hell.
Memories of you still locked away,
only you hold the key.
Funny how we travel the world
only to find,that love was right here
all this time.
Hello new world, the storm has passed.
I’m planting a new rose and calling it
Nouvel Armour!
And when I see you again, I’ll say:
bonjour ma chère âme!
Very aptly so – this challenge asks us to write a poem of apology.
I’m so sorry for being impolite-
for not eating all you dished out,
especially the decadent humble pie,
served frozen-cold on a paper plate.
I regret that you felt so shadowed-
when I stood up to my full height.
It was not ever my intention
to make you feel so infinitismal!
I’m ashamed of my awful behavior-
for trying to soothe and placate you,
when you were frothing at the mouth-
your rage- spluttering shamelessly out!
Oh how I must unreservedly repent-
for standing in your pathway,
blocking out your rose-colored view,
if only you could and would have seen it!
Above all I am mournful as I weep-
when I think of the disassembling souls,
convulsively, trembling and shuddering,
when your tornado spirals violently in.
You touched
something deep-
buried within,
forgotten, retrieved
from beneath its tombstone.
You asked
me to examine it again-
listen for signs of life,
hear its silent whimper,
resuscitate it with my lips.
You knew
what it would feel like-
how agonizing it would be
since I had buried you within me.
How can I…
Feel the fathomless pit
of your pain,
the tendrils that throttle-
muting your voice
to a ghost of your scream?
How can I…
View the misty horizon
behind your tears,
the fears which squint-
blinding your vision
to a mirage of your dream?
How can I…
Touch the raw wound
that never seems to heal,
the scab keeps peeling off-
exposing your soul
now handcuffed in solitary?
How can I…
Tell you that the sun still shines
after the storm of yesterday,
that today will soon become-
your tomorrow and will present you
with ribbon wrapped choices ?
How can I take your hand-
mark your footprints in the sand…
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