Deep within
Together
Creating poetry again
Deep
25 Wednesday Dec 2013
Posted in 6 Word Story, Haiku
Tag Archives: Poetry
Love Knows
19 Thursday Dec 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
Shades
19 Thursday Dec 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
All We Need Is….LOVE
19 Thursday Dec 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
How He Loves
18 Wednesday Dec 2013
Posted in Haibun, Haiku, Heyku poetry, We Drink Because We're Poets
Tags
1John 3-4, creation, Creator, David Crowder Band, deep roots, Father, flourish, God, grow, Haiku, How He Loves, John Mark McMillan, lavished, Ligo Haibun, Love, Music, photography, Poetry, Tree Of Life, visible
The love that The Father has lavished on me is more than I can imagine on most days.
I may not always understand this love but, when I look past myself, dig my roots deep into what I know and believe, the love of my Father will always be visible.
He loves me even in the midst of what I think are unfathomable circumstances.
His love can be seen even in a lonely desolate place.
The Tree Of Life growing in a dry desert.
In the middle of this place, the God of the Universe has allowed His beautiful creation to flourish and grow.
This is love.
Beautifully made
The Creator makes no mistakes
You are an expression of His love and poetry
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How He Loves
123 Words
Written for Ligo Haibun Challenge-Image and word count prompt week
http://www.yakutia-coppercure.co.uk/2/post/2013/12/ligo-haibun-challenge-image-week.html#.UrJloqa9LCQ
and
We Drink Because We Are Poets
http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2013/12/16/we-drink-inspiration-poetry-prompt-005-trial-and-tribulation/
Note:
Inspired by many things of this Advent week including this song that our Youth Group Band played Sunday morning in their service, The Well.
Before I run a few errands and then go to work at the restaurant, I worship with the Jr. and Sr. High students. It is so wonderful to watch them express their child-like faith. At 44, with much life experience (being a single Mother to 10 children…the children were planned, being single for 5 years wasn’t), I can still say that I am 13 in spirit so I fit right in with them!
Enjoy the song:
And for any curious people, here is the backstory behind the song http://worshipleader.com/song-story-%E2%80%9Chow-he-loves%E2%80%9D/
Enjoy the lyrics:
“How He Loves”
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
And oh, how He loves us, oh,
Oh, how He loves us,
How He loves us all
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
And oh, how He loves us, oh,
Oh, how He loves us,
How He loves us all
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves.
And we are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If his grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
And Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about the way…
He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us…
Oh, how He loves us…
Oh, how He loves us.
Lost
14 Saturday Dec 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
Tags
gone, Hall & Oates, Heyku, lost, Love, mind, Music, pen, photography, Poetry, words, You've Lost That Loving Feeling
I’ve had love and lost it again
Just like the words that begin
To flow from my mind to the pen
Back For Good
14 Saturday Dec 2013
Posted in Picture It & Write
Tags
Back For Good, Love, Music, OCD, photography, Picture It & Write, Poetry, Take That
His troubled blue eyes announced
the real story hidden under his roof
He wasn’t fairing well without me,
I softly stroked his stubbly proof
But he’s the one who told me to go,
emotionless and aloof
Blaming his ways on the Doctor’s diagnosis, the addictions from his youth
OCD! I’ve tried to figure its frustrating ways out like a sleuth
Back For Good, the lyrics he sweetly sings might be his truth
“Back For Good”
I guess now it’s time for me to give up
I feel it’s time
Got a picture of you beside me
Got you’re lipstick mark still on your coffee cup
Got a fist of pure emotion
Got a head of shattered dreams
Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now
Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood
Unaware but underlined I figured out this story
It wasn’t good
But in the corner of my mind I celebrated glory
But that was not to be
In the twist of separation you excelled at being free
Can’t you find a little room inside for me
Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood
And we’ll be together, this time is forever
We’ll be fighting and forever we will be
So complete in our love
We will never be uncovered again
Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Back For Good 72 words
Written for Picture It & Write
http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/category/picture-it-write/
Lies
14 Saturday Dec 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
Crumbs
14 Saturday Dec 2013
Posted in The Mag
Tags
birds, crumbs, hungry, Magpie Tales, photography, Poetry, thirsty
(photo from The Guardian, Eyewitness)
I ask for a nibble
just a crumb
something to satisfy
my hungry tongue
They want you too
flying wildly
to get the few
crumbs
that you offer
You give me a tiny bit
just a mere piece
teasing my lips
with the crumbs
you release
I ask for a drink
just a drop
something to satisfy
my parched tongue
They are all thirsty
fighting
for your grace
begging
for your mercy
You give me a splash
just laughing
at what I ask
roll up your window
never looking back
Crumbs 90 words
Written for The Mag 197 at Magpie Tales
http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/2013/12/mag-197.html?m=1
Lost and Alone
13 Friday Dec 2013
Posted in Five Sentence Fiction
Tags
Lost in your deep dark forest.
Lost in swirling space and time.
Lost in the sweet promises.
Lost in your words, rhythm and rhyme.
Lost and alone without you on my mind.
Forbidden Heart Songs
12 Thursday Dec 2013
Posted in Picture It & Write, We Drink Because We're Poets
It’s easy for me
to get lost in between
the words you don’t say
Trying to help me to be ok
I’m not singing
My song is lost
here without a voice
I feel only your heartbeat
because I have no choice
Kiss my scars
Shave my face
Save my life
Give me grace
~~~~~~~~~~~~
I shouldn’t wish
to kiss every inch
of your flesh that is covered
I am not thinking of my beloved
You haven’t a clue
What I would do
My mind vagary moves
to places with you
apodyopsis, they say
undressing the rest of you
buck naked in this way
to feel those forbidden
drums that are hidden
111Words
http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2013/12/11/we-drink-inspiration-short-story-prompt-004/
The Story
12 Thursday Dec 2013
Posted in dVerse
Tags
Bill Withers, church, Daddy, death, dVerse, familiar, home, important, Lean On Me, little girl, me, memories, photography, Poetry, singing, song, tears, The Story, voice, words
My heart hurts
My soul is weak
I have words
But I’m unable to speak
Sadness pours out
From every pore
And wants to shout
So you will hear
The pain so near
As it reverberates
From every tear
Telling stories
Telling truth
Of all that’s happened
Since my youth
The actions
The words
The common
The absurd
The all
The nothing
The history
Of me…
Note: My Daddy and I sang this song at church when I was 4 years old. I was too short to reach the mic, so I stood on a folding chair (what were we thinking?!!) Anyway, I’m still here and able to tell the stories of the absurd things from my youth. My Daddy passed on and this is my 2nd Christmas without him. I miss him something awful! “But if we are wise we know that there’s always tomorrow, lean on me….”, this will always be our song.
“And I Love Her”~The Sun and his Lover
12 Thursday Dec 2013
Posted in DP Challenge, Heyku poetry, Sunday Photo Fiction, Trifecta, Trifextra
Tags
And I Love Her, Beauty, caress, celebration, closer, day, DP Challenge, expose, eyes, freedom, Haiku, He, Here Comes The Sun, intimate, Love, lover, melt, morning, Music, naked, photography, Poetry, She, shy, sky, Sun, Sunday Photo Fiction, The Beatles, Trifecta
SHE:
Up before the sun
Ready for the day to usher in
A new life celebration
*
HE:
I want you to find
All that hides inside
As beautiful as the cover that binds
*
SHE:
Home still
Alive like the morning
That breaks through my window
**
HE:
You intensify the sky’s beauty
Just by looking
Into my eyes
**
SHE:
I never anticipated
Being naked with you
An unexpected freedom
***
HE:
Standing in front of me naked
Your beauty
Is making me shy
***
SHE:
You expose me so beautifully
More intimate than I could believe
Come a little closer
****
HE:
You’re more beautiful
Than anything
I’ve laid my eyes on before
****
SHE:
Love how you caress
Every inch
Making me melt like butter
*****
HE:
No words to describe
What I see
In your eyes
*****
*****************
“And I Love Her”~The Sun and his Lover 132 Words
Written for:
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/09/multimedia-storytelling-challenge/#more-62389
http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2013/12/08/sunday-photo-fiction-december-8th-2013/
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifecta-week-107.html?m=1
Tagged
11 Wednesday Dec 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
Inside
11 Wednesday Dec 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
My hips are not wide
but inside me
you’ll find it doesn’t matter
Locked
10 Tuesday Dec 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
Tags
doors, Heyku, keys, locked, Music, open, personification, photography, piano, Poetry
Keys hold us
Locked together
We will open doors
Into The Light
07 Saturday Dec 2013
Posted in Trifecta, Trifextra
Tags
apparition, basin, darkness, dazzle, exiled, hope, Love, moonlight, Music, myopic, photography, Poetry, reality, shadow, sunlight, Trifecta, Trifextra
Moonlight
unveils our myopic love story contradiction of affection
-an apparition,
pretend pretensions.
Sunlight
flaunts reality, dazzle illuminates
hope flushed down the hollow basin
-true love exiled into the dark
shadow of truth.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Into The Light 33 Words
Written for Trifextra 97
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Turn down the lights;
Turn down the bed.
Turn down these voices
Inside my head.
Lay down with me;
Tell me no lies.
Just hold me close;
Don’t patronize.
Don’t patronize me.
[Chorus:]
‘Cuz I can’t make you love me
If you don’t.
You can’t make your heart feel
Something it won’t.
Here in the dark
In these final hours,
I will lay down my heart
And I’ll feel the power;
But you won’t.
No, you won’t.
‘Cuz I can’t make you love me
If you don’t.
I’ll close my eyes,
Then I won’t see
The love you don’t feel
When you’re holding me.
Morning will come,
And I’ll do what’s right;
Just give me till then
To give up this fight.
And I will give up this fight.
[Chorus]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prompt rules:
On to the weekend prompt. This weekend we’re asking you to add thirty of your own words to the following three words for a total of thirty-three. Good luck!
myopic
dazzle
basin
– See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifextra-week-ninety-seven.html?m=0#sthash.2eq1DmKX.dpuf
Would You Believe?
05 Thursday Dec 2013
Posted in The Mag
He came to me
passion dripping
from lips
all could see
but me
blind as bats
wild as cats
hope intact
would you believe?
The bloodstains
he tried
to hide
in vain
visible, true
red turned
to pink
diffused
in the pouring rain.
He came to me
sucked my
simple words
as a breath
our tongues
together flowed free
I understood
his intentions
would you believe?
The language
he spoke
in whispers
that choked
the ugliness
this world evoked
light white
completely covering
the grey.
He came to me
promising
to stay
giving a way
for wings
to grow
now
flying concurrently
would you believe?
Would You Believe? 105 words
Written for The Mag 196
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/?m=0
A$$ets!
04 Wednesday Dec 2013
Posted in Trifecta, Trifextra
Tags
apple, arse, assets, backside, behind, bips, boon, booty, boys, bum, bun, bund, caboose, cheeky, culetto, derrière, duffs, fanny, girls, Gluteus Maximus, hams, mounds, Music, photography, Poetry, popa, rear, rump roast, Some Girls, tail, The Rolling Stones, Trifecta, tush
Some boys call them bums
to me this is not fun
Some boys call them mounds
to that I will always frown
Some boys call them a caboose
I don’t think that’s too cute
Some boys call them tail
to this I will always wail
Some boys call them cheeky
only those who want to get freaky
Some boys call them rump roast
only those who want a surprise champagne toast
Some boys call them fanny
only those who like lace panties
Some boys call them booty
thinking this term is being cutie
French boys call them derrière
the love language that isn’t fair
English boys call them arse
that’s not sexy of course
Dutch boys call them bips
one of them is going to get clipped
Italian boys call them culetto
let me just kick them with my stiletto
Russian boys call them popa
sounds like they’re smoking dope-a
Portuguese boys call them boon
to that I just might swoon
Jewish boys call them tush
to that I always will blush
So give me all of the names
different but mean the same
apple
backside
behind
bun
bund
duffs
hams
rear
All crystal clear
The beautiful
Gluteus Maximus
or
my favorite
A$$ets!
Note: Listen to The Rolling Stones Some Girls and sing my words!
Here are theirs:
Some girls give me money
Some girls buy me clothes
Some girls give me jewelry
That I never thought I’d own
Some girls give me diamonds
Some girls, heart attacks
Some girls I give all my bread to
I don’t ever want it back
Some girls give me jewelry
Others buy me clothes
Some girls give me children
I never asked them for
So give me all your money
Give me all your gold
I’ll buy you a house back in Zuma beach
And give you half of what I own
Some girls take my money
Some girls take my clothes
Some girls get the shirt off my back
And leave me with a lethal dose
French girls they want Cartier
Italian girls want cars
American girls want everything in the world
You can possibly imagine
English girls they’re so prissy
I can’t stand them on the telephone
Sometimes I take the receiver off the hook
I don’t want them to ever call at all
White girls they’re pretty funny
Sometimes they drive me mad
Black girls just wanna get fucked all night
I just don’t have that much jam
Chinese girls are so gentle
They’re really such a tease
You never know quite what they’re cookin’
Inside those silky sleeves
Give me all you money
Give me all your gold
I’ll buy you a house back in Zuma beach
And give you half of what I own
Some girls they’re so pure
Some girls so corrupt
Some girls give me children
I only made love to her once
Give me half your money
Give me half your car
Give me half of everything
I’ll make you world’s biggest star by half
So gimme all your money
Give me all your gold
Let’s go back to Zuma beach
I’ll give you half of everything I own
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
A$$ets 205 words
Written for Trifecta: Week 106
The word is:
Here are the rules and where you can link up: Happy Hanukkah to our Jewish friends. Now let’s all write our tushes off.
Remember:
• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
• The word itself needs to be included in your response.
• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
• Only one entry per writer.
• If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz.
• Trifecta is open to everyone.
– See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifecta-week-106.html?m=0#sthash.uXMuPjCf.dpuf
All Creatures
04 Wednesday Dec 2013
Posted in dVerse
Tags
Avalon, creatures, Don't Save It All For Christmas Day, eyes, hand, heart, I love you, Music, photography, Poetry, soul
Look into a creature’s eyes
See into their soul
All creatures have longings
That cannot be controlled
Know that each creature is worth
a hand to hold,
a heart to console,
an I love you to be told
***************************
All Creatures 38 Words
Written for dVerse Open Link Night 125
http://dversepoets.com/2013/12/03/open-link-night-week-125/#comments
Note: inspired by
*the picture prompt that I found somewhere last week and cannot remember where
*the quote below
*the song & lyrics below
With the holidays near, I encourage everyone to remember to show love in the days to come but, also consider to show love other times too. Don’t just save it for the holidays or as the song title says, “Don’t Save It All For Christmas Day”
Cheers!
~Unaware But Underlined
Leo Buscaglia
‘Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which the potential to turn a life around.’
Four Seasons in One Haiku (comeback)
03 Tuesday Dec 2013
An amazing poet on WP has inspired me yet again for another ‘comeback’ poem.
Please go check out his offering from earlier today.
Four Seasons in One Haiku | RichardAnkersWrites
https://richardankerswrites.wordpress.com/2013/12/03/four-seasons-in-one-haiku/
Here is my offering:
Summer is the best
Spring and Fall are much too wet
Winter bitter yet
Thanks Richard, you just might warm me up to winter…one day! Cheers 🙂
“I’m Only Human” (The Homeless Man’s Song)
03 Tuesday Dec 2013
Posted in Five Sentence Fiction
Tags
Five sentence fiction, homeless, hug, human, I Won't Give Up, Jason Mrsz, Music, photography, Poetry
I am only a human being, a human becoming, you ask how long I’ve been out here displaced.
I am only a human being, a human becoming, you look into my eyes, not afraid of my face.
I am only a human being, a human becoming, you want to hear stories about my history, family, and birthplace.
I am only a human being, a human becoming, to you I’m just one part of the vastly beautiful human race.
I am only a human being, a human becoming, you sense my unspoken longing for someone’s warm embrace.
95 words written for
http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-human/
Note: I have personally wanted to “give up” on humanity many times in my life.
People and their lack of sensitivity, hurts me…please listen to the song below and then go out and hug someone you’d never ever hug in a million years…I’ve given a stinky homeless man a hug after a 30 minute conversation on a freezing winter’s day.
I dislike being cold so this was sacrifice.
Oh, I gave him a fresh sandwich, fruit, veggies, and bottled water too.
Basic needs were taken care of, but I knew he wanted an ear and a hug, really…he was begging for more than just money for survival!!
Don’t forget: Humans are worth something…so don’t give up, keep looking up!
“I Won’t Give Up”
When I look into your eyes
It’s like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
Well, there’s so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you’ve come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?
Well, I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up
And when you’re needing your space
To do some navigating
I’ll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find
‘Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We’ve got a lot to learn
God knows we’re worth it
No, I won’t give up
I don’t wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I’m here to stay and make the difference that I can make
Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end, you’re still my friend at least we did intend
For us to work we didn’t break, we didn’t burn
We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I’ve got, and what I’m not, and who I am
I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up, still looking up.
Well, I won’t give up on us (no I’m not giving up)
God knows I’m tough enough (I am tough, I am loved)
We’ve got a lot to learn (we’re alive, we are loved)
God knows we’re worth it (and we’re worth it)
I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up
Tea For Two In Dreams
02 Monday Dec 2013
Posted in Haiku
Drink in sips of tea
More than just leaves in silk
Hot Passion with me
We Drink Inspiration – Poetry Prompt #003: Dream States | wdbwp
http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2013/12/02/we-drink-inspiration-poetry-prompt-003-dream-states/
TRUTHS (In Jazz)
01 Sunday Dec 2013
Posted in Free writing, Sunday Whirl
Tags
free write, jazz, Music, Poetry, Sting, Sunday Whirl, truths
TRUTHS (In Jazz)
Thanks to the rhythm speaking this night,
Words dancing in tune ready to explain their intellectual musical plight
TRUTHS (In Jazz)
Of issues through deep forces moving to capture some insight,
Orange hot fire burning wildly trouncing humanity’s blind eyesight
TRUTHS (In Jazz)
In a crisis of our time: past, present, future again becomes 20/20 vision now in hindsight,
Depending on roads taken we just might start to highlight
TRUTHS (In Jazz)
On the cusp of the border, you & me out in the limelight,
Putting love & hate together making order out of chaos or just slight
TRUTHS (In Jazz)
Free falling emotions of improvisational jamming wound up tight or maybe downright,
Expressing mysteries of pictures in sound through the ultimate muse’s outright
TRUTHS (In Jazz)
*************************************
TRUTHS (In Jazz) 126 words
This piece came from many sources:
~Sunday Whirl words http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2013/12/01/wordle-137/
~Free Writing
~Listening to Sting’s album ‘The Dream Of The Blue Turtles’
~Comments on some blogs about history and the wrongs done by those in history
I have been dreaming of blue turtles for the past few weeks.
A comment posted to a friend’s blog about the background of a piece he submitted for the last Trifecta on Wednesday, reminded me to look up Sting and other masters playing for his 60th birthday…he’s one handsome man at 62…mmmmm, mmmm!
Listen to the master Sting and then read the lyrics.
I fell in love with this whole album, The Dream Of The Blue Turtles, when I was a teenager in 1985…
Every song on the album is a hit and speaks TRUTHS…
These words are still TRUTHS many years later…
“Consider Me Gone”
There were rooms of forgiveness
In the house that we share
But the space has been emptied
Of whatever was there
There were cupboards of patience
There were shelfloads of care
But whoever came calling
Found nobody there
After today, consider me gone
Roses have thorns, and shining waters mud
And cancer lurks deep in the sweetest bud
Clouds and eclipses stain the moon and the sun
And history reeks of the wrongs we have done
After today, consider me gone
I’ve spent too many years at war with myself
The doctor has told me it’s no good for my health
To search for perfection is all very well
But to look for Heaven is to live here in Hell
After today, consider me gone
**************************************************
On A Wire
29 Friday Nov 2013
Posted in Haiku
Dancing With The Ocean
28 Thursday Nov 2013
This afternoon I am alone.
My heart’s cry moves me to this rock where I am able to sit and think, letting all of the cares of my world shrink.
In a moment of silence, I close my eyes.
Gazing deep inside I see the ocean’s tides rise high.
The waves are speaking to me in languages that I understand fluently.
The crashing thunderous explosions of the waves circulate and crest into the rock that I sit upon. In a whoosh, the waves tell me tales of days long ago and of the passionate nights of many a soul. The messages float to the surface from the deep. Calling out my heart listens intently.
Relaxing alone
Ocean waves
Speak to my soul
The ocean calls my name, over and over again and again, beckoning me to dive in.
Yes, I must move on my impulses by giving into the calls.
Obligingly I remove my dress and undergarments.
I sink into the warmth of the ocean’s currents.
Freedom!
I dance and move to the musical tones of the waves ebb and flow.
Back and forth gently I twirl without stopping.
The movements of the ocean in me and with me are natural, soft and deep.
I’m in a trance-like dream, eyes wide open.
I am one with the ocean.
Naked inside and out
Dancing
To the music of the ocean’s love
The music of the waves play for what feels like hours but I realize it has only been a few minutes.
Abruptly the music stops.
Stillness.
Not a sound to be found.
The silence is begetting.
I desired for the ocean to continue to speak to me.
The undiscovered words peaked my curiosity.
I longed to stay, for my soul to be flooded once again.
I knew that it was time to go.
As I returned to the surface out of the depth of darkness, the waves gently splashed at my feet and water dripped down my thigh, reminding me of the entranced moments of being one with the ocean.
Picture by Suzanne
Dancing With The Ocean
341 words
Written for Haibun Challenge Picture Prompt
http://www.yakutia-coppercure.co.uk/2/post/2013/11/weekly-haibun-challenge-picture-prompt-week.html
Forget Me Not (old-fashioned unrequited love in Prose and Haiku)
28 Thursday Nov 2013
Posted in Haiku, The Mag, Trifecta, Trifextra
Tags
alone, bitter, boat, cold, dreams, flash fiction, Haiku, I love you, numb, Poetry, thoughts, Trifecta, unrequited love, words
I lay here thinking of the words you’ve spoken,
all alone my heart is broken.
I think I’ll sail away out to sea,
to forget the day you took my heart from me.
You haunt me still in dreams and thought,
you promised to always forget me not!
If I float, drift, and rock,
will my thoughts forget you not?
The water seems tranquil, peacefully still,
my thoughts reflect on your words, “I love you and I always will.”
I will pluck these thoughts of you forever,
the love you gave then took has made me quite bitter.
Picture: Autumn on the River, 1889, John Singer Sargent
********************************
This boat is my home
I want to live here alone
Cold- numb without you
********************************
Forget Me Not (old-fashioned unrequited love in Prose and Haiku)
113 words
Written for 3 writing challenges; Magpie Tales, Trifecta, and DP Weekly Haiku Challenge (5/7/5)
Magpie Tales 195 picture prompt: http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2013/11/mag-195.html?m=1
Trifecta week 105 word prompt “pluck”:
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifecta-week-105.html?m=1
DP Haiku Challenge:
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/
Ocean Love
27 Wednesday Nov 2013
Posted in Haiku
Thief
27 Wednesday Nov 2013
Posted in Haiku, Heyku poetry
Unfolding
27 Wednesday Nov 2013
Posted in Haiku, Heyku poetry
Awaken
27 Wednesday Nov 2013
Posted in Haiku, Heyku poetry
Summer Night
27 Wednesday Nov 2013
Posted in Haiku
Summer Solstice
27 Wednesday Nov 2013
Posted in Haiku
Tags
Haiku, longest day, morning, Poetry, summer solstice, time, without you
A morning without you
Summer Solstice
The longest day of the year
Embrace
27 Wednesday Nov 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
Entwined
27 Wednesday Nov 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
Tick, Tock
27 Wednesday Nov 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
Time
27 Wednesday Nov 2013
Posted in Haiku
The Dress
23 Saturday Nov 2013
Posted in Free writing, Haiku
Tags
bedroom, box, camera, dance, dress, Haiku, hors d' oeuvres, Love, lovers, meal, Music, notes, paper, photography, Poetry, prose, wine, wrapped
The box. Beautifully wrapped laying on our bed. It shocked me to see such beauty waiting for me. I almost didn’t want to disturb the paper and bows so intricately wrapped but your instructions said, “Put it on my beautiful one, I want to see you move and bring to life the room when you walk in. I love you- forever and always. Until…” I knew your words were not just words, they were you, pure and true. So I opened the box.
treasures found
in words of love
wrapped in layers of more than paper
My eyes widened as I lifted the dress, oh the dress, out of the box. Perfect! You knew exactly what would move my soul, my heart, my body….you knew. Touching its beauty, I knew this dress was made for me. As if it was an extension of me. I slipped it on feeling as if there was a piece of my soul connected to it. As it caressed my skin, I tingled. Life forces moved inside of me that are unexplainable. I felt like a new woman. Secretly my mind moved through our evening and back to our bedroom, where this dress would be removed by you. You and I would dance another dance that only two lovers can remember yet conjure up. Our romance.
second skin
caressing from the outside in
lover’s dance
I twirled and danced in our bedroom just for a minute longer. Slipping my shoes on, I was almost ready for our night. Music, wine, hors d’ oeuvres, several courses in our meal and then dancing. The public dance of us, long lovers still in love. You called me from downstairs, “Are you ready, my love?” “Yes.” I said descending to the bottom of the stairs. You said, “Stand there. I want to see you in the light and I want to capture this moment.” Grabbing your camera, you told me to open the dress and dance for you now. Of course, I did.
The Dress 335 words
An experiment of prose and haiku combined
Release
22 Friday Nov 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
E6 (Middle E)
22 Friday Nov 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
Life cycle
22 Friday Nov 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
My Forest
22 Friday Nov 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
Trees inside of my forest hide
seeds under its earth
awaiting for the day of anticipated birth
Daily Prompt: Tattoo….You? | The Daily Post
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/01/prompt-tattoo/
Tattoo…You!
The Letter
21 Thursday Nov 2013
Posted in The Mag
Tags
adventure, far away land, flash fiction, handwritten, ink, letter, Love, Poetry, romance, travels
The letter he wrote from a far away land,
Tasted of love and beauty
As good coffee and tea
Were consumed
Writing sweetly to me
From daylight until the hours were wee.
The letter he wrote from a far away land,
Smelled of his perfumed hands grasping a pen filled with ink
Handwriting words that he knew would sink
Into deeper than my soul.
The letter he wrote from a far away land,
Traveled through many a country
Coated with fingerprints of people
Speaking languages I don’t understand.
The letter he wrote from a far away land,
Heard the air gush
As it traveled but did not rush
Into my soft eager hands.
The letter he wrote from a far away land,
Saw the light of the day
When it came my way
Entering more than just my eyes.
It entered my heart
My soul
Mind
And body
Magically it danced
And moved in me romance
I’m thankful and I’ll treasure
The travel and adventure
Of the words handwritten
On the letter he wrote from
That far away land.
The Letter 179 words
Written for The Mag 194
Link up here: http://magpietales.blogspot.fi/2013/11/mag-194.html?m=1
I Was Rich Once
21 Thursday Nov 2013
Posted in Five Sentence Fiction
Tags
bees, chocolate, flash fiction, holiday, honey, ink, jokes, kisses, laughter, letters, Love, money, Poetry, poor, rich, stationary, words
I was rich once, not in money
but in stationary,
dripping with your ink
of lovely words for me.
I was rich once, not in money
but in chocolatey kissed candy,
from every holiday including
from the Easter bunny.
I was rich once, not in money
but in funny
secret jokes
laughter evoked
between you and me only.
I was rich once, not in money
but in honey
sweetened by bees that lived in the trees and flowers,
my tea always tasted of their beautiful journey.
I was rich once, now I am poor
the honey is no more,
the jokes are no more,
the chocolatey kisses have fallen from my lips,
the inky stationary is all I have left.
I Was Rich Once 120 words
Written for 5 Sentence Fiction
Lillie McFerrin Writes – Five Sentence Fiction – Letters
http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-letters/
More Than A Companion
21 Thursday Nov 2013
Posted in Trifecta, Trifextra
He was more than a companion,
He came to serve
He spoke familiar words,
But with a curve.
He spoke not of laws
Or rules to observe,
He spoke of love
Giving his without reserve.
His loving affection
He did not conserve,
His plan of direction
He did not swerve.
He came to this earth,
Humanity his goal to preserve
Loving humans in ways
No human deserves.
More Than A Companion 67 words
Written for Trifecta Week 104
Link up here: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifecta-week-104.html?m=1
On to the weekly prompt.
COMPANION (noun)
1
: one that accompanies another : comrade, associate; also: one that keeps company with another
2
obsolete : rascal
3
a : one that is closely connected with something similar
b : one employed to live with and serve another
Remember:
• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
• The word itself needs to be included in your response.
• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
• Only one entry per writer.
• If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz.
• Trifecta is open to everyone.
This week’s word is companion.
The Man
21 Thursday Nov 2013
Posted in Friday Fictioneers
Tags
addictions, bar, beer, broken, flash fiction, handwritten, Love, notes, pen, photography, Poetry, story, tattoo, tragedy
Out of nowhere
You were there
Across the bar
Did you have to glare that hard?
I noticed you too
Your tattoo peeking through
Did you need help, maybe?
Another beer, possibly?
A pen is what you asked
Then you dashed off real fast
Came back and paid your tab
Handing me the napkin note
You left before I had time to read what you wrote
That was the beginning of our love story
It ended two years later in tragedy
Your addictions have you fragmented
Broken pieces on street cement
My love cannot mend
The broken pieces together again
The Man 100 words written for Friday Fictioneers November 22, 2013
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple | Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
Link up and join in the FUN!
ART
19 Tuesday Nov 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
Tags
art, beautiful, creativity, eyes, Heyku, photography, Poetry
Art is
Beautiful
In someone’s eyes
HEART
19 Tuesday Nov 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
The Lover’s Kiss
17 Sunday Nov 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
Juxtaposition
17 Sunday Nov 2013
Posted in Heyku poetry
