Shapes of Practice

Circles, squares,
Poems, Prayers!
Weaving, writing,
Creating, inviting!

Lessons, reading,
Learning, eating!
Feeding body, mind and soul
With the work I love to hold,

Only then to give away
The things that fill each joyous day
To someone needing comfort, care–
In weaving, writing,
Circles, squares!

—
I always enjoy Walt’s prompts over at
dVerse,
and this one is no exception. We’re asked to write of either drought or deluge. I’ve experienced both on many levels, and each takes a different art of balancing! This current deluge is a positive one. πŸ™‚

Shining Jewel

Instrument: Tempo – Seagull Excursion Folk Acoustic Guitar

1. I was a lady once.
I was a lady once.
Marriage, child, all in order;
Duties, boundaries, rules and borders.
I was a lady once.

2. I was a servant, too.
I was a servant, too.
Cook and clean and keep the homefire;
Mother and ignore desire.
I was a servant, too.

3. I am a Spirit true!
I am a Spirit true!
Now I listen, all in order,
Breaking chains of rules and borders.
I am a Spirit true!

4. I am a shining jewel!
I am a shining jewel!
God that lights and lives creation
Is my every animation.
I am a shining jewel!

5. I am a lady still.
I am a lady still.
Changing life, unchanging Spirit;
Gentle voice inside, I hear it.
I am a lady still.

I am a lady still!

—
This was written for the last day of prompts for the Fifth Anniversary of
dVerse.

Gayle Walters Rose asked us to consider a belief we once held that has changed. She presented other questions and possibilities, all of which I found intriguing. Read the post! I chose to write about the roles we’re taught or expected to play; there’s an obvious gender stereotype in this song, and a more subtle question of personal identity. The idea broadens to our Universal Identity, spiritual make-up, Cosmic Essence. We are all a Shining Jewel, regardless of our changing roles on earth.

I started these lyrics 2 years ago. Thank you, Gayle, for a great opportunity to finish them and put them to music. They still read like a poem, so I hope my fellow dVerse Poets enjoy the song!

Micropoetry 1

As part of the Fifth Anniversary celebration at
dVerse,
we’re asked to write micropoems, very short works wrapped up in Twitter’s 140 character limit. Each of the poems below stands alone; they are not stanzas to be read as one poem. Only the first is new; I’ve tweeted the others before, but they are all original.

Old thoughts
In new packaging
The cycle of life unfurls!

But… I couldn’t just write one new tiny piece, so I got to wondering if a
Limerick
would fit within the character limit! The linked ones don’t (at least, I didn’t check them), but this one…

The Limerick is too long to fit,
But I got the guts and the grit.
O I’ll make it work
And my duty not sherk!
Defeat so complete? Not a bit!

(That’s 139 characters, count ’em!)

Now for those I wrote on Twitter itself, so I know they work:

4/29/16
God is great,
God is good,
Let us thank Himn as we should!

4/2/16
When I feel lost,
I find myself again
Where I have always been
Deep within.

5/1/15
Once unrestrained
Then I thought.
Now I think restrained about covers it.

5/3/15
Cunning gets
What it wants
Only through a narrow lens.

5/3/15
Worry grows.
Nothing goes.
Love knows.

5/14/15
It’s time to remember
The nature of my soul –
A throwback to who I really am.

5/15/15
Lipservice says
The best things in life are free.
Living shows
Avoidance in the worst way!

5/15/15
From lead to gold,
Ice to steam,
Fear to Love –
Alchemy!

5/16/15
Armed with sword and shield
I march into the battle
Still unprotected.

5/18/15
O to live
In the realization
Of the Beautiful Mind
Within me!

5/21/15
Surrender your life
Don’t waste your mind
Know your right that is Divine!

5/22/15:
God,
Universal
Intelligence,
Directs
Everything

5/25/15:
Blank pages appear
Because we don’t know
The whole story.
SO may we read on!

5/25/15
I remember:
We are One.
Do you?

5/26/15
The sun shines my heart
The moon lights my mind
And living waters quench my thirsty soul.

5/27/15
I sacrificed myself
On a pyre of memories.
The hero is my soul that wouldn’t die!

6/25/15
Too much of a good thing
Is nonetheless the same extreme
As too little of what we need.
So moderation is the key.

Qualifying haiku here.

I like these little gems and will write more–thus the 1 here. πŸ™‚

Lost Heart

I cannot find my heart
In the hustle and bustle and hassle and rustle…
Though it’s not even Christmas, I fear!
I cannot find my heart
In illusion, confusion, profusion, delusion,
For its voice is too quiet to hear.

In the silence I wait,
When I can remember,
And call to the Spirit inside.
I cannot find my heart
Unless I am seeking
Rediscovering what’s always been mine.

—
For the Fifth Anniversary celebration at
dVerse,
where Walt asks us to draw inspiration from this quote:
“I am cold, even though the heat of early summer is adequate. I am cold because I cannot find my heart.” ~Sebastian Barry from his novel A Long, Long Way

Season of Headache

Celebrating is the last thing I feel like doing.
The first thing is sleep.
The second is coffee, but I’ve already had too much.
That leads to the third,
A terminal headache…
But this, too, shall pass
As I journey onward
To celebrate
Again!

—
Grace hosts today’s first of five anniversary features over at
DVerse.
The Quadrille has become a favorite of mine, and this one should contain the word “journey”. I am journeying indeed, but not celebrating… yet.

The Scent of Pages

The scent of pages takes me back
To story time when, as a child,
I reveled in the sound of tales
Of lands far off and friends nearby.

The pages turn and years, they pass,
But even still my nose can tell
The difference in the newspaper
Or magazine, and books loved well.

The scent of pages takes me back
To brighter days and better times.
I catch it now and breathe a smile;
The pages sent an open mind!

—
Grace is hosting Tuesday Poetics at
dVerse,
where the challenge is to write about “scent”. Though I can’t read printed books, I’ve always been drawn to pages–stinky newspaper, slick magazines, old, well-worn books with cracked covers… I knew them all, both by touch and by scent. I still love paging through a book, not to read, but to take it in and remember there really is a world of possibilities right here!

Wounds

Ouch! How the thorns of life impress their mark;
Impacting like a traitor in the dark!
A bleeding wound that never seems to heal;
With all the replays, blood cannot congeal.
Too overwhelmed, forgetful in the pain..;
Take heart! The roses always bloom again!

—
I’ve come to enjoy this, the Quadrille at
dVerse,
where BjΓΆrn is hosting, and today’s word is “rose”!

Summer Colonnade

A colonnade, oasis, place to rest
From Summer heat, a visitor obsessed.

It hasn’t been here long but plans to stay
Until the Autumn sighs with cooler days.

Awating temperature’s more temperate fall,
I make this colonnade my port of call!

—
This one follows Walter’s prompt at
dVerse,
inspired by this line from T.S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land”:
“With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade (…)”

But a Summer Colonnade sounds like a dance to me! Or a refreshing drink!