Stirring Within

Written In Response To:

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #97 – PROMPT:  This week, we will play around with – QUOTES – PREFERABLY AROUND WRITING, CREATIVITY OR WRITER’S BLOCK.  If you have a brilliant thought about something else, you are most welcome to share it in the form of a quote.  The choice of format is yours – text, jpeg, video or anything else.

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Stirring within…

a voice that must have its say

the writer’s soul.

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Photo Credit:  Pinterest

 

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We Are Too Strong – Prose & Haiku

Written In Response To:

Helene’s Weekly Challenge Prompt June 11, 2019:  What Do You See? –  write a post on your own blog,  your choice of poetry or a story.

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A remembrance from the past

statue made of stone symbolizing

her face coupled in her hands and

bound by the serpent’s strength

that she not be remembered for

the Warrior Spirit she once was

instead a faceless, void spirit that

he wants forgotten by all

but to the serpents dismay

she lives on through each

generation of Warrior Women Survivors

and she is seen and remembered

by all who encounter us…

enemy attempts

to destroy the survivors

but we are too strong

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Weekly challenge

 

The Poet’s Soul – Meta-Poem

Written In Response To:

NaPoWriMo Challenge 2019 – Day 28 –  I’d like to challenge you to try your hand at a meta-poem of your own.  A meta-poem is a poem about poetry.

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A poem is the poet’s soul…

sometimes truth, sometimes lies

sometimes a facade in disguise

it’s what can help a poet feel whole

 

A poem will convey the brokenness

the pain, the anguish, the tears that

spoken word cannot find a way to express

it is the poet’s breath when fear paralyzes

 

A poem can be the dousing of water

upon anger’s burn to become an ember

it can be the lyrics of a poet’s mind that prance

and the beat of a poet’s heart that dance

 

A poem is life’s seasons written all year round

it is the sound one hears when the poet’s heart pound

a rhyme, a rhythm, a frozen place in time held dear

the memories of love, joy, passion and laughter’s lyre

 

A poem is the stirring of the emotions going in circles

and the mind’s insanity turned into sanity’s miracles

it is the mad rambling of impatience and frustration

the soul’s muted torment within escape to freedom…

 

A poem is the intricate tapestry of a poet’s soul.

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The Sorrows Of Silence

BrewNSpew Cafe – Word Of The Week

doldrums – (noun) – a state or period of inactivity, stagnation, or depression. Synonyms – inactive, quiet, slow, slack, sluggish, subdued, inert, flat, dull.

Taiki-chū no chinmoku (The Silence of Waiting)

Each day a new day

the refreshment of new things

don’t always come to pass

some days the doldrums

of the sorrows of silence

take hold once again

as I long for the Presence

to speak the promises I await

but waiting to hear seems

to be my only fate

nature’s seasons are but months

but the soul’s seasons can be years

filled with so many tears

holding on can become a weary task

it is then I must drink from Hope’s flask

to continue on to my future’s promised destiny.

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Photo Credit:  LiTRO

The Sacred Unknown

The Haunted Wordsmith Opposites Attract Challenge #7

The challenge is to use the prompt word AND one (or more) of its antonyms in some form of writing (or creative work). 

Today’s Prompt:  discourage

Antonyms:  embolden, hearten.

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She stands at the crossroads

of many ways to choose

knowing each way will lead her

into the Sacred Unknown

she does not discourage nor fear

for with faith she is embolden

to walk each path chosen

with a promised legacy beholden

whatever the choice it will not be wrong

for no matter the journey taken

she will come out more strong

and grateful for the opportunity

that it grew her to be so beautifully hearten.

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Photo Credit:  twoagespilgrims.com

Wafting In The Deep Blue Indigo

The Haunted Wordsmith Genre Challenge #6

This challenge is a bit different than everything else in that it has two rules:

Response should use the photo prompt given
Response should be in specified genre

Today’s genre: Poetry

Today’s photo prompt:

Wafting in the deep blue indigo

her soul is lavished

in brilliant Autumn warmth

kissed with the hues of

sea creatures at her beckon call

to swim the depths, widths, lengths, and heights,

of an ocean’s infinity

where sweet dreams are vivid and alive flawlessly

untarnishable by the world’s imperfections

and there are no limits

to where imagination’s wings

can take her to soar

with new, refreshing, and

boundless places to explore

where boredom is not known

yet peace is food for the soul

wafting in the deep blue indigo.

Season Of Her Soul

BrewNSpew Cafe Word Of The Week – lollygag

lollygag – spend time aimlessly; idle.

Thinking about autumn road trips

As this season of her soul

continues to lollygag down the road

filled with continuous mist and rain

crying the tears of her soul’s pain

~ * ~

She continues to hope with

each new day will come

a new season filled with love,

joy, eyes of laughter and fun

~ * ~

Dancing to her heart’s new beat

singing sweet lyrics of feat

looking forward and leaving behind

this long season so unkind

~ * ~

Photo Credit:  Hither & Thither 

 

The Silver Key

Willow Poetry Tuesday Weekly Challenge – What Do You See March 5, 2019

Photo prompt for this week:

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A woman of gold and bronze

catching a silver key

filled with curiosity

of to which door it will lead

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Will it lead to her lover’s heart

or to a love much greater than him

will it open the door to opportunities

or will it lead to her dreams possibilities

~ * ~

Wherever it leads her heart she must

have hope and an unshakable faith

that leads her to soar

beyond the locked gate.

Born To Suffer And Die

Cubby’s Poetry Prompt Challenge:  Hero

A hero is born not from the laurels
Of glory but from…

Finish the poem.

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A hero is born not from the laurels

of glory but from the Spirit

conceived in one woman’s womb

for the salvation of a fallen world

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Born to suffer sorrows and pain

for all of humanity’s transgressions

yet He was despised and not esteemed

He was oppressed and He was afflicted

~ * ~

Yes, this Hero was born to suffer and die

although many would come to believe in Him

but not lay down their lives for Him

to truly love Him more than themselves

~ * ~

Yet this Hero died for us all anyway

and endured the greatest pain ever known

for out of this greatest pain is birthed

the greatest Love of all for broken mankind.

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Let us all love others as this Hero has loved us!

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