Today’s optional prompt in NaPoWriMo: “I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that relies on repetition. It can be repetition of a phrase, or just a word.” http://www.napowrimo.net/
My life is full of words
A phrase of words
that goes on
I see them
on my window,
in my life.
In the dark morning
I thought about
being alone or lonely,
I was surprised
by the full moon
when I let out the dogs
hadn’t realized it was that time,
and I knew
we are never alone
there is always someone
there are always some things
bigger than me
I need to let go
Who burst into tears at St Patrick's parade
When cheering and laughing were high
where unsupporting crowd felt
scary and dumb and
the soul was as empty as hollow
Who stood there staring with
unwilling eyes escapeless
of space and emotions,
no one to hold on to not one
single person coldcovered shoulders
unheld and not wanted
Who did she see, what caused the action
What made the beer be useless and foreign
and cheering and laughter absent and queer
I should have been braver and rushed,
an aider to hold her and tell her
all will be fine, no bloke is worth it or
other lies as a friend would do in
a matter like this.
But cowarding feet stood like
concrete on ground
unmovable motionless traitors of heart
Instead I moved on and found
attentive arms embracing the view
of sadness away and cuddling
oblivion to my heart as a grace
of comfort, but not
The moments we are present
with ourself, for ourself
and for those who benefits
from us, as a whole person.
Holding together the pieces that are me,
holding tight! It is important.
Can not afford to loose what I’ve found, again.
Once I did, it took years
to refind thoughts, ideas, structure.
Transforming, mind and heart processing
so vividly important the whole body is involved.
where did it go that sleek, unknowing part
that wasn’t me, and was, but not who I wanted
it to be.
Going on to find out, the air that needs to be
the breathing for courage to fill me
the strength of persistence,
endurance, not giving up.
As in the middle of life itself
there is only overwhelming wish to stay
continuing growth and every realization
I really need to be in the forest, often. I find my peace there and I can breathe. It feels like home.
So today’s assignment in a poetry class I’m doing, was to use Figurative Language in some different ways, all in 6-12 lines. I managed to squeeze in all I wanted to say in 12 lines (after editing) and naturally it had to be about the forest:
Liberated moves in a home of the living
where I am enclosed by giant breathing
my steps are muffled by the moss clad floor
and the sky is a ceiling I have no wish to reach for.
I entered a contest with words prompt atAll Poetry, a community with lots of poetry, and this is how it turned out
A secretive depression hiding
in the depths of the obliterate mind,
instead the irresistible elated brings impeccable glamour
to the viewable confidence,
to the outside viewer it seems so amusing
as if easy-going life is the only present
but the seething expressions
will no longer accept
being silenced and shut
with the label of “crazy”
it is poking and pushing and blowing
its parasitical way from the hiding within
to surfacing freedom
and hosted disaster
The words to choose from was:
I really enjoy pushing my limits and try to learn more about poetry!
It already started some months before. Words kept turning up in my head that I didn’t know what to do with.
Not in Swedish my native tongue, but in English.
I tried to ignore them, but after a while realized they were constructed as poems.
The words kept knocking on my mental door until I finally understood only pen and paper could relieve me from these recurrences.
This was my first poem, already edited and done in my mind, without further thinking I could write it all down:
The sound of waters
soothes the soul
no need to seek reasons
just enjoy the flow
Each day of karma
listen to the plan
a new dawn arises
in holiness of land
All together warriors of love
creativity and nourishment
in lighted souls of peace
breathing with awaken glow
To write, to feel the words
the joy that leaps inside
of reverence and bliss
a present mind at peace
I am a very slow understander and didn’t think much more about writing for a long time. Except the fact that I was writing my Journal as a lifeline in the recovering stage I was in. And from time to time added some every-day philosophical ideas I meant could be good to share for aiding others. But I had no idea of how to share. Just a vague idea about maybe writing a book one day.
What made me look up the name Jeff Goins that day? I don’t know.
A note in a writer’s magazine about writing blogs. Did I sense there was a light at the end of the tunnel?
Once again it was the words that illuminated the mind.
The words of Jeff Goins provided relief to what the mind had known but didn’t know how to express.
It scared me at first that most of them were Christian and wrote about their faith. But I soon realised their love for all living included me as well and they accepted me just the way I was. Our struggles and successes in writing was just the same and even if the subjects of our writing were different our work was similar and our lives are forever connected. As it has turned out their loving faith has been a welcome refuge in a sometimes harsh world and their unselfish prayers for others’ benefits surround me with the feeling of how much good there is in us humans and the Universe.
It is impossible for me to find the exact way to express the enormous impact this Tribe Writer course and the fabulous group has made on me and my life from day one and forever. My friends have stood by me in a year full of difficulties in my personal life, which of course also has affected my writing. Their constant support in all matters is invaluable.
The practical matters the course itself provides are so personal rewarding as I appreciate the value it will bring when I’ll go in for it in depth. The lifetime membership is an awesome gift since this year has been hard for me to completely follow my dream in writing. But there will be a new year coming and I will always continue to work with my writing.
I will end with a poem. Since I during this year have realized poetry is as important to me as the air I am breathing.
This was written hundreds of years ago by an incredible creative, productive, talented man. He turned out to be very famous in his own time and for centuries to come. His nameis William Shakespeare.
A friend is one that
knows you as you are,
understands where you have been,
accepts what you have become,
and still, gently allows you
This photo was taken at that time. But it could also have been this year, or maybe next year.
It is a marvellous thing, journeys’ beginnings and endings. Circles completed. Our lives follow the rhythms of nature, of life.
Last year I was inspired to write this down:
A single leaf on a giant tree
sticks to the branch like forever.
The old crooked arms holds on to the leaf,
connected in memories of warmth.
While colder the days and darker the nights,
through wind and rain, it stays
Then it is time, and without hesitation
the leaf leaps the air on its final jump.
One soundless journey, swirling and gliding,
the destined ride to the ground.
A lonely tree stands the winter
moaning and waiting for spring.
The friend will be back embracing the branch
and the heart of the tree will be glad.
The ending of fall. The beginning of my friendship with a dear friend. This poem gave me the first comment about my blog. A Twitter message was waiting for me when I woke up in the morning. I hardly knew how to handle Twitter. I couldn’t figure out who this person was. And she said she liked my poem. Amazing. My world changed forever from that day. Dear Katina Vaselopulos you are a beautiful poet, writer, philosopher and friend. Thank you for that twitter message. (watch her guest post here)
During this year I have seen the beginning of many beautiful new friendships! They are all supporting me in some ways and I am forever grateful for them! They are all so valuable to me!
Endings and beginnings. Are there necessary endings you must do in your life to make life grow? Are there beautiful new beginnings waiting for you? Maybe you need to let go of the old to find beauty in the new? Maybe you change someone’s life today by sending a message or maybe you find a beginning in a new friend today.
Embrace your life today! Feel your life. Take your life to your heart.