I had a thorn in my flesh
Testing me
Over time
I was defeated
The pain reminds me
Every day
The scar might fade
But might never be erased
Tag daily post
Guest
The clouds are hanging heavy and low
Like a curtain hiding the guest of the show
The star of the day – our sun and our light
Is held captive, dimming our sight
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/guest/
Passion Through Poetry
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All About Me.”
My blog was originally Moving Towards The Light, based on my very first poem The Light. After a couple of months of initial blogging, I ran out of ideas and inspiration and my blog became dormant.
I resurrected it a few months later when my mood dropped and I needed to write. It was at the same time that Robin Williams passed away and I watched Dead Poets Society. In one scene he tells his students – we have poetry in us because we have passion. These words kept on repeating in my mind. I have poetry in me because I have passion. Passion, poetry, poetry, passion. Passion through Poetry.
I’ve included my initial gravatar. My aunt created it for me based on a king protea photograph.
It was edited to form the cover of my personal edition book.
True Love
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Want to Know What Love Is.”
True love is when you would give your life for someone else
As many parents would do for their offspring
Anything else is merely affection
Unsung Heroes
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Unsung Heroes.”
When my artist friend becomes famous
My claim to fame could be
I have a painting by her hand
From her hand as a friendship gift
Kindly given to me
He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty
William Blake
Never
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Kick the Bucket.”
I never want to have my heart broken
I never want to feel the pain of losing a child
I never want to lose friendships with those
I have connected with
I never want to feel the turmoil of
Losing a job without another in place
I never want to grow old but know I must
I never want to have dark days like I’ve had before, and fear may resurface again
I never want you to turn your face from me
I never want to lose my faith, my hope, my trust
But if I lose any of these things
Lift me up and carry me
Because I never want to lose the heart of me
Story of the ABC
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Alphabet Soup.”
Take the letters of the ABC
One at a time, write a story
Including all
Leaving none discarded
What will your story be?
Aspirational
Beautiful Compliant Desirous
Excellent Faithful Graceful Honest Inspirational
Joyful Knowledgeable Lovely Mystical Noble Opinionated Passionate
Quiet Respectful Sexy Truthful Unifier Vonita
Wellwisher Xuberant Youthful
Zen
Thank you to Yemie for taking up the challenge and leaving me in the dust
http://oluwaballer.wordpress.com
And to Sam for filling in the X and Z blanks
http://tokillamimingbird.wordpress.com
You rock!
Sweet Little Lies
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/sweet-little-lies/
If my question to you may be
Do I look good in my outfit today?
Please, oh please, do lie to me
For I do not mind
If you say the words I would want to hear
Lies, if little and sweet, are music to my ear
If my question to you may be
Do you like my style today?
Please, oh please, do lie to me
For I do not mind
If whispers are whispered quietly
Whispers, if little and sweet, are music to my heart
If my question to you may be
Do you love me for who I am
Please, oh please, don’t lie to me
For my heart can’t take the pain
Of hearing words that would cut through
To the essence of me, leaving me wounded
Leaving me scarred
You’ve Got A Friend
There are times when
There are so many words that I type
Too much for even me, should I discard
Or should I publish for the world to read
And then I decide
If it could touch another
Then all that would be felt within
Would not all be in vain, but fill a need
Thank you around the world
For all the kindness received
For encouraging words and support
It helps my heart to stop its bleed
My Time
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Feeling Fancy.”
There is no money in the world
That could buy me a day with you
My day of extravagance
Is a day spent with me
Being alone and being free
If you see me walking past
Walk on by
