You’re the inspiration
For the words that flow
For without your love
Cut off from your arms
I have nowhere to go
Have only these lines
To express the sorrow
I feel, with no escape
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Mud and Fun
Crystal eyes so blue
Inner light shining through
When all is done, life is fun!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/express-yourself/
Sweet Marigold and Coco
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Easy Fix.”
Introducing you to Sweet Marigold
The heroine of her own adventures –
For children and their bedtime stories
Sweet Marigold woke up in a panic
She had been having a bad dream
About her beloved bunny Coco
And how he couldn’t be found anywhere!
She sat up quickly in her bed
With tears in her blue eyes
And fear gripping her heart
Her golden hair full of bouncy curls
No time to waste – she jumped up
Out of bed, and started to search!
Oh Coco, where are you?
She went to his hutch to have a look
And to her horror and fright –
The hutch was empty, Coco was not there!
Oh no, where could he be?
Where was the bunny she loved?
She looked here and there
She looked everywhere
She looked under tables
She looked under chairs
She looked under bushes
She looked under trees
High and low, and roundabout
Sweet Marigold left no petal unturned
Until finally
Coco! Silly bunny!
For right there in her home
Was Coco lying all at ease
Baby Brother had let Coco out
And made him a paper crown
Her little heart leaped with joy
When she say him resting there
She gave her bunny the biggest hug
And held him close to her chest
Feeling his heart beat against her own
Two young hearts beating as one
Filling her with love and joy
And happiness in her heart
Her worry and fear was gone
And all was right in the world
Driftwood
Untangle
The driftwood wrapped around my heart
Intertwined and gnarled and twisted
Squeezing the goodness from my soul
But untangled and removed
Releases the rocks of turmoil, hate and strife
That have been kept captive – unwelcome guests
Making room for calm waters
Of love and joy and peace
To wash into my heart and soul and life
Cleansing, refreshing
Unhindered and free
Tercetonine
A new poetry form have I learned
Tercetonine is the name it has earned
Two lines that rhyme, and a third a leonine – sublime
Form created by Irina from Irina’s Poetry Corner
Jozi Roads
Intersection of William Nicol and motorway in Fourways
Overturned truck on the motorway
Typical pothole commonly seen across Johannesburg roads
Surviving the roads of
Johannesburg, or Jozi as it is
Lovingly named, by those who
Would bravely call the city their home
Is no small accomplishment, where
Drivers exceed the speed limits at will
And potholes randomly occur
With no band-aid in sight
Here is a glimpse of the roads in the
City I called home until the day arrived
When I flew away
http://ceenphotography.com/2015/01/22/cees-black-white-photo-challenge-roadscapes/
Light the Fire
I have a friend
Not too young in age
But still so young in heart
My mind wonders – would love to know
What stories could she share
What lessons could she impart?
About the world, and how it was
When she was sixteen
Going on seventeen
In the year of 1932
Life Stories
Life stories are so
Very long to tell so I
Would not like to know
Any life stories
Of anyone who may be
Much older than twelve
Two Right Feet
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Two Right Feet.”
I woke up this morning
With a pain in my chest
And a fear in my heart
That all’s not well, not well
The stress is rising
Panic is starting
I need to calm, I need to breathe
Just breathe okay, just breathe
In and out, and in and out
That’s all I have to do
I want to scream, I want to flee
I want to fly away
From this body, from my world
I want to run away
Close your eyes, just close them now
Now’s the time to pray
Morning Routine
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Two Right Feet.”
Drink tea
In my favorite mug
Direct from Zimbabwe
Check I’m still alive
Give thanks in my heart
Write daily prompt
Drink coffee
Arise!
Is this even a poem?
(Yes, I do have tea
And then I have coffee
Trust me, you do not want me
Missing either one
In order to save time
As well as my left foot
And because he knows me so well
I have at times been offered
Tea and coffee together
Queued up ready to go
A little bit eccentric, no?
You have been warned!)
Poems and Petals 