forgottenmeadows

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Calling all Creative minds to a poetic collaboration – “When the sun rises…”

Hello Everyone,

It has been a while since I have done a collaboration … I love doing these with the poets and creative minds of this community and I hope you will all join me in this project. Please ensure to include your name and/or blog url to be included. Also, any hateful or vulgar comment will be deleted. You can add your addition in the comments and I will add each verse in the order they come in the comments. I will include your name and/or blog url after your contribution. This is great way for new and seasoned bloggers to collaborate together. If you are new to my collaborations you can see an example via this link. This will open until December 21, 2019 at which point I will close the comments. Without much further adieu, I will start us off…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the sun rises,
let dreams bloom

on forgotten meadows

poetry copyright Neha (Forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com)

 

holding on
to the fading light
between stars

http://www.kiwissoar.wordpress.com

 

Everything sublime happens
When we’re silent and still
Enough to hear it

http://www.contentcatnip.com

 

Horizon red,
Up dark blue sky,
What is a surprise!

dathaoqutrn.wordpress.com

 

This waking
from dormancy
such precious, delicate dreams
defrosting,

https://lauradenise.home.blog

 

 

When the sun rises

Shimmering shining,

Directions awaken

Rejuvenating senses,

Start a day jazzy brandished

Shining in bouts

Serendipity without knots

https://freshdaisiesdotme.wordpress.com

 

 

Parvenu possibilities proliferate
Potentialities prosper
Prayers proceed positively

musingsofasouleclectic.wordpress.com

 

 

misty whispers, dreams calling
rainbow promises
love fuels faith
in the Divine
one more day
the gift of life is given

http://www.patcegan.wordpress.com

 

 

seeds of today’s promises
kissed by droplets of sunshine
come to fruition in tomorrow’s dreams

surrealisticdreamshome.wordpress.com

 

 

Someday we might find
a place in the sun for just you and me –
perhaps behind the clouds dancing through eternity.

https://nothingbutpoetry.wordpress.com

 

 

When the sun rises
light breaks darkness
into splinters
of receding gloom,
opening pathways
where flowers bloom

https://shirleyhobsonduncanson.com/

 

 

The distant sun, a longing warmth
your soft arms wrapped tight.
The sun kissed cheek, the dimpled chin,
my shade in the light!

pulsingthoughts.wordpress.com

 

 

As a new day arise
Shots of colours
Illuminate the sky
I breath bliss
In a soft kiss

mahshiandmarshmallow.wordpress.com

 

 

straight out
of a dream
a new day

https://tomclausen.com

 

 

Illuminating the way, for all those who seek
The meaning of life, in a world so bleak
The hopefuls stare at the sun, as it rises from the deep

https://poetrytranscendence.wordpress.com

 

 

forgiveness cheers with the daybreak
new beginnings for all
let the love in

flashlightbatteries.wordpress.com

 

 

When the sun rises
I will see the world anew
Through your eyes
Through divine eyes
The blessings that I breathe in daily

https://syl65.wordpress.com


Reminder: 3 More days left to contribute!

Hello Everyone,

This is just a friendly reminder that my newest collaboration will close on June 30, 2018. Please follow this link for further instructions and post your contributions to the original piece as indicated. Comments will be closed on this post but is open in the original contribution so click on the above link. I am loving all the additions so far and hope more of you can join in!

Much Love,

 

Neha

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2018


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Calling all Creative Minds/Poets/Artists to a poetic collaboration – “Once more”

poetry and image copyright neha 2018

 

Hello Everyone,

As we wrap up spring and head towards summer, I thought I would do another collaboration. We all have times when we wish for one more moment, one more second, one more song, just once more and this collaboration is on that theme. If you haven’t participated in any of my previous collaborations before, you can see an example via this link. Everyone is welcome to participate and I will add your contribution in the order they are posted. You can post your piece in the comment, please ensure to post the actual text not just a link in order to be considered. You can post multiple times. Hateful language will not be tolerated and will be promptly removed if posted. The collaboration will be open until 10 pm MST June 30, 2018. As usual, I will start it off, and I hope many of you will join me in making this yet another beautiful collaborative effort!

 

When the moon hangs low,
And you let go,
of the restraints in the heart…
finding magic,
in the distant glow
of the stars,
lost in nostalgia, once more.

poetry copyright neha 2018 – forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com

 

flickering candle
glow

slow night
go

.

sight

poetry copyright danialtijuana.wordpress.com

 

 

Rediscovering love.

Hold me closer once again,
gently wrapped in your embrace,
under the starry sky
where once we stood
enchanted by the playful tunes of spring music
and the soulful rhythm of oceanic waves.
Let’s once again,
delve into the rhymes of oneness and warmth,
for in poetry we will rediscover
the lost fragments of our love —  
a love that is sealed for eternity. 

Copyright © SN (Literature and Art) shrutyn.wordpress.com

 

 

Rays of sunlight
Kiss the mountains below
Spring says, “follow me”
Has summer, in tow

Warmer days ahead
Once more, we sigh
As the season changes
In the blink of an eye

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved – https://dorindaduclos.com

 

 

When there is plenty of time
Who cares about a minute
But how precious is a single moment
An embrace
Another touch of a hand
Only one more kiss
When the one you love is out of sight
And there is plenty of time
Between the both of you

erikakind.me

 

 

What can I say?

Looks like it was the best decision I ever made

To be with you

To share my happiness with you

And also my sadness

I never knew I could be this happy

When there was a time darkness was the only thing

I was able to see

You came into the darkness

With hope in your eyes

And the belief I never had

You went through the darkness for me

You did everything to keep me happy

And you won

You changed my life

In words I cannot describe

Our bond gets stronger

Day by day

My love for you doubles

And so does trust

I’m so glad you came into my life

Your presence has that soothing,calm feeling, that only a home has.

I can’t get enough of you

I want to love you inside out

I cannot imagine being away from you

I now understand what poets wrote in their poems

What actors tried to do in the love stories

I understand

I understand everything now.

 

The loss

Why?

Why is the world so unfair

Just when everything was falling into place,

Just when I was about to do something right,

Just when my mind was going to believe

That world is a good place after all,

It broke.

My heart broke.

My hopes were gone.

My dreams were shattered..

My mind has now turned into a dark place,

No sunshine

No hopes for a better future.

Only a demon inside.

Spreading his arms

It’s embracing my heart

Which once had a tiny ray of hope

But this hope was gone,

Was vanished

At the blink of an eye,

Because he touched it.

It’s a cruel place,

Making cruel actions

Not anyone else’s loss,

But mine.

Only mine.

It will be forever be mine

The loss.

The loss.

http://screble.wordpress.com

 

 

 

I’d like to hold on
This moment
When you wake up and smile
When your skin touch my skin
When your sleepy eyes find it hard
To adjust to daylight
When you rest between my arms
Peaceful, serene and calm
I’d like to hold on
These precious minutes
Mother and son bonding time

poetry copyright mahshiandmarshmallow.wordpress.com

 

 

I blow you a kiss
into the dream ridden mist
caressing the touch
we share no more

Tears tease my lips
as your soul takes a sip
my bleeding heart overflows
Together, once more

poetry copyright amberangst

 

 

What About Me?

She’s smart, she’s fair, she’s pretty,
But what about me?

She’s handy, she’s skillful, she’s artsy,
But what about me?

She’s perfect, she has it all,
Never would you ever see her fall.

But what about me?
What about me?

What about the girl who barely sleeps?
The one who in silence cries and weeps?

Fakes a smile, a giggle, a laugh,
Every day living her life a bluff.

Underneath that mask a broken soul cries,
Help me, save me, I don’t want to die!

Despite so upon her words she chocked,
Letter per letter she stumbled yet bellowed.

Gasped for air, failed to respire,
Drowning in water, burning in fire.

Her plea for mercy was left disregarded,
Concealed beneath a cloak, remained undetected.

Overshadowed by the smart, the perfect, the pretty,
Left with a question on her lips, what about me?

poetry copyright –https://immyyzz.wordpress.com

 

 

When you bath in that silvery moonlight
it slowly imbues you
with its ambrosial touch
so divine
when all the pain and anguish
get stripped off from your soul
you are again born as nubile
once more

poetry copyright meghasworldsite.wordpress.com

 

 

Once more, we become one

Penning our thoughts and words,

Watch them flow seamlessly

Through this conduit, we call poetry.

Fortunately or unfortunately,

It will take this and probably, many more pieces

Before they put it all together and see

That the life we weave far bypasses

The containment of Earth’s narrative.

– O.D. ©2018 – https://originaldante.com/

 

 

Just once more
To feel your heart
Beating close
Sharing an ocean gaze
One more second
To hold hands tightly clasped
One more moment
To just be
Us

syl65.wordpress.com

 

me and you ..
are all together..
just keep few things in mind..

if you are heartbroken, its fine
if you cry, its all fine

but
never trust them again.
just cry in the heavy rain..
and yes,
never love them again..
all you will get is pain…

pj5126.wordpress.com

 

 

Does she know
How lucky she is
To be loved by a man
More gentle, more compassionate, more selfless
Than any man born of woman—
Does she know?
Can she see
What he endures at her hand—
Apathy, neglect, ingratitude,
Assuming he will always be there for her?
And he will
Because he loves her
With a love she does not deserve.
Does she know?

Does she know
How much I love him,
And how I long once more to stand
Before him, take him in my arms at last, and fill the void,
Make him the center of my universe—
Does she know?
Would she change if she could see
How she has left him unprotected?
Though he never will betray her,
Nor could I demand it of him,
For to yield to selfish pleasures
Would be to fail.
Love never fails.
Does she know?

Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway https://darksideofthemoon583.com/

 

 

 

If i could change things

I just wanted a place to stay
And when i rethink of it i never chose to stay here with you
You are still my favorite human and i still try to show you even when you leave me outside without a warm blanket in the rain

If i could change things i would be in that chair beside the chimney
I would stand on my back hinds and talk superiorly
If i could change things i would leave you to starve when i get drunk and angry
I would stop cleaning your pen at will

If i could change things i would sell your babies or kill them for my meal daily
I would make you feel what i feel when i know the slaughtere’s car is the one waiting for me
If i could change things i would call you names when you hurt me mistakenly
I would raise that whip, make you cry and obey me submissively
I would cage you, separate you from your family
You would know what it is to be called Animal

poetry copyright Winniefred Frederica Gbemuotor

 

 

 

EVERYDAY IS A DIFFERENT DAY

The sun rise every day, the sun sets everyday
we wake up every day, we sleep everyday
everyday is a different day
but there’s so many of similarities in everyday
every day we breath, every day we cease
every day we please
we please to get what we need, to do what we want
we fight every day from the world,
from ourselves
sometimes we accentuate ourselves
sometimes we conceal ourselves
it’s a long road,
we could win, we could loose
increment and decrement can happen everyday
and every day we are different
we are something which we had never been
we have what we didn’t have
from the sunlight to moonlight
maybe, the breeze blows us away
everyday we do so much similar
but we are different everyday
everyday is a different day

poetry copyright http248447595.wordpress.com

 

 

 

Severed Ties

Summer kissed my lips
the wind is naughty
signaling lazy clouds
and I drift off to a place
where peace leads the way

You are thought of–
your face sneaks its way into
my world and I
remember the yearning of
loving harder than LOVE
will allow

A bittersweet dream
fateful enemies, lost lovers
on a sea of forgetful tides
I pray to see those luring eyes
whisk me back into your realm
once more

-Tremaine L. Loadholt/2018
https://acorneredgurl.com

 

 

 

Obligations tore us asunder
Never at fault, always at first
Cleverly set at almost
Every opening a not quite

More than once more
Of a chance we never got
Remorse for choice taken away, for
Each ‘yes’ we weren’t able to say

Jessie Gutierrez
https://redstringpapercuts.com/

 

 

Once More in the Nature’s Lap

The wind blowing my hair,
caressing my red blemishes.
The sun making me squint
my eyes, making me yearn for
my cat-shaped shades.
The rustle of leaves,
the pile of brown leaves,
which gets grind by my
cycle wheels.
The chirping of sparrows
and the occasional birds
that take flight in front of
my eyes.
Once more,
I stand in the middle of it all,
to take it all in with peace
and glint in the eyes.

-Sneha (everydayisuniqueforthevagabond.wordpress.com)

 

 


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Calling all Creative Minds/Poets/Artists to a poetic collaboration – “On The Way”

And here is the complete collaboration…Thank you to everyone who joined ” On The Way”! Your contributions were beautiful additions that added character to this piece…Please click on original to read the entire post! 🙂

forgottenmeadows

image copyright neha 2017

Hello Everyone,

I invite you all to my brand new poetic collaboration, On The Way.  You can write anything that is inspired by the prompt, I am only accepting new poetry at this time. Everyone is welcome to participate and I will add your contribution in the order they come and list the author (and blog link if listed) beneath the post. You may contribute as many times as you wish. Please note that hateful language is not acceptable and I will remove any post I find inappropriate. If you want to see a previous example of my collaborations you can visit here Please add your contributions in the comment section. Please include the actual verse not just the blog link in order to be considered. The collaboration will be open until December 11, 2017 until 11:59 pm E.S.T. Thank you all! So without further…

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Poetic Collaboration “On The Way” Reminder…All Creative Minds Welcome!

Thank you to everyone who have participated in the collaboration so far, this is just a reminder to those who still wish to participate. You can click here for the details: https://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2017/11/11/calling-all-creative-minds-poets-artists-to-a-poetic-collaboration-on-the-way/

 

Please note to make your contributions in the original post in the comment section. Collaboration is open until December 11, 2017!

 

Thank you all and have a wonderful week!

 

Neha


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Calling all creative minds – 1 More Week to join in the poetic Collaboration “letting go”

Hello Everyone,

The  “Letting Go” Collaboration will end on September 30, 2017. This is Your Chance to be part of this beautiful creation…love what we have so far. To join in please click on this original post and follow the guidelines.

 

Thank you all and hope you are enjoying your beautiful first fall weekend!

 

Neha


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Calling all Creative Minds/Poets/Artists to a Poetic Collaboration – “Letting Go”

image copyright neha 2017

 

Hello Everyone,

It has been a while since I have done a poetic collaboration and I thought with fall approaching soon this would be a great time to do one. The theme of this collaboration is ‘letting go’ ( letting go of a person, season, loss, grief, dreams, anger, hate or any other emotion or object that you may choose to write about). Everyone is welcome to participate and I will add your contribution in the order they come and list the author (and blog link if listed) beneath the post. You may contribute as many times as you wish. Please note that hateful language is not acceptable and I will remove any post I find inappropriate. If you want to see a previous example of my collaborations you can visit here.  Please add your contributions in the comment section. Please include the actual verse not just the blog link in order to be considered. The collaboration will be open until September 30, 2017 until 11:59 pm E.S.T. Thank you all! So without further ado, I will start us off and hope to see you all join me in creating another beautiful, creative, collaborative, piece!

 

Her eyes followed the white tipped waves to shore
Her heart heavy with the sweet ache of letting go
As she watched the sun set with all its warmth

poetry copyright neha 2017 (forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com)

 

A PROCESS OF BECOMING

The bullet that left a shattered heart
Was hard pain when it hit
Looking at all the mess around
Made me break down and weep

But after the tears had dried again
I looked at each single shard.
Some were old and dirty
Some were shiny and pure art

I brushed the dirty ones all clean
And cleared out what was overdue
I looked how they would fit right now
And put them altogether new

With this new established heart
A new day can begin
What was will never be forgotten,
It forced the growth – was not in vain

The shards are all my memories
Which made me who I am
Don’t want to miss a single one
I’d do it all again

Whatever might look as an ending,
Is never meant that way
The night may look dark and so scary
But there’s always another day

We need the silence and the darkness
To focus on our light
‘Cause we are like the dawning sun
After a cold dark night

The bullet helped me to evolve
To bring the process to an end
That’s why the one who shot the bullet
Has now become another friend

poetry copyright Erika Kind (https://erikakind.me/)

 

 

LETTING GO

What happened once is long ago
Regrets and guilt won’t change it though

And all the wounds, well, quite a lot
From all the bullets others shot

I think it’s time to let them heal
And stop to make it a big deal

Too long I kept the past alive
And cut myself with its sharp knife

Too long I carried it along
And kept myself from moving on

I look above and see the sky
Was it ever so blue and high?

There’s so much room to just be me
I’m letting go and flying free

poetry copyright Erika Kind (https://erikakind.me/)

 

 

Letting go,
Can be an act of strong love.
In the role as a person or parent,
It is a gift from up above.

Letting go,
It is a gift that’s hard to perform.
But with trust and the action,
Life gets reformed.

poetry copyright Astrid (https://astridswords.ca/)

 

 

heat rising through my body like an angry tide
waves of anger drown out all thoughts
softly a whisper comes about letting go
allow the tides of life to pass gracefully
deep love anchors me to eternal peace

poetry copyright Brad (https://writingtofreedom.com/)

 

Not a day goes by without me thinking of you,
Not a day passes without my wondering,
Not a day dies before I die again inside,
Yet, today, there are no more days.

poetry copyright Rob Mcshane (robmcshane.wordpress.com)

 

Cleansing
Material
Physical
Mental
Spiritual
Cleansing
What once was
Time changes
Hands on clock turn
Clock in heart turns
Antique memories
Letting go
Always somewhere in the mind

If no longer tangible

poetry copyright sylvester (https://syl65.wordpress.com/)

 Letting go of you…..
Everything you are to me….
Even when you are too far away to be seen….
Even when I realize the deep fact, that you don’t even know I exist…..
That you may have seen me once or twice,
But not for long enough or close enough to notice….
Though I did. And I clearly have in my mind,
Every single picture of your’s I captured with my eye..
And now its been almost a decade,but I am still not ready to leave them all behind….
And now I know, letting go of you and your memories,
Is as impossible as, breathing OUT oxygen, every last bit of it, from my veins and arteries…..
 

 

To let go…

Yonder in the horizon the sun set…
The clouds they bade farewell to older lands…
Into the oblivion, forlorn I stared…
Standing firm.., yet with trembling hands.

Into the misty gray you walked..
My soul it howled a silent wail…
The heart though it ached for your love
These eyes they said no word without fail.

The lights are out…darkness shrouds
Shadows play a mocking game…
As fingers flip through torn notes…
I knew ’tis the time to wipe your name.

No words uttered… no expectations
I knew ’twas the time to let go…
No hard feelings… all are forgiven…
Our story is history.. it happened long ago.

poetry copyright Sumantra (rhythemic.wordpress.com)

 

 

Come Away With Me My Friend (Let Us Run To The Ocean)

Come away with me my friend

***

Let us run to the ocean,

Where you can let the pain in your heart

Be overpowered by the roar of the waves.

Let us go where you can shout ”Why?” to the sky,

And scream as loud as you need.

Where you can fall to your knees on the soft sand.

***

Let us run to the ocean,

Where I can hold you tight, and let you cry.

Where you can let your shoulders sag.

Where you can let your tears fall,

To be carried away by the waves.

Lean on me. Let me be your strength.

***

Let us run to the ocean.

Oh, my dear friend… let us just go!

You need not think about the future.

Let us walk along the water’s edge.

Remember when we were young?

Our lives were so carefree

***

Let us stand in the water.

Let the waves splash your face,

And gently wash away your tears.

Let us run to the ocean.

Let us go where the waves go on forever.

Life can be hard my very special friend.

***

But let us run to the ocean.

Life we cannot always understand.

Things happen that cannot be explained.

But the waves will go on forever

Through night and day; Through rain or shine,

As will my love for you.

***

Let us go to the ocean my dear friend.

We will face the rolling waves together,

And if you slip… I will be there to catch you.

If you feel you are losing your way…

I will be there to guide you.

***

poetry copyright (joyroses13.wordpress.com)

 

 

Going, gone!

She moved from places and spaces,

some haunted her and some with reluctance.

Her belongings scattered, her memories astray,

her experiences painful.

She reached a shore,

she clung onto it with her dear life,

finally, letting go, of her identity!

 

poetry copyright Suparna (pulsingthoughts.wordpress.com)

 

 

 

Fake Samurai Swords

There were these children who pretended to be adults,
fighting for good against the forces of evil.
Inspired by animated films that focused on this ancient struggle,
these adults, these children in disguise, were transformed into cute animals, anthropomorphic, pure of heart, ready to suffer the ultimate sacrifice if it means a happy ending.
As long as good wins against evil, they can sleep soundly.
The world can be full of loss, but the balance is there.
There will be justice for all,
everything will be alright.
There is a life we fight for,
and when that ends,
we will go to heaven,
celebrating eternity with the ones we love.

This is what these children believed,
they acted this out, wearing their parents kimono’s, using sticks as samurai swords.
One of these boys played this game devoutly,
he was going to save the world.
His grandmother told them stories about this great war,
the unfathomable death toll, piles of corpses, buildings made for death.
Desperate men crying out for their mothers,
crying out for their dreams of childhood: a universe that balances itself out, a universe that punishes the wicked and rewards the good.
And it’s then that this child started wondering about those who died so that this narrative could linger: the heroes who never had a chance to dream, heroes without luck, heroes too weak or too good to kill without hesitation or guilt.
It then dawned on him these were childlike fantasies,
something to make us sleep better at night.
This cosmic battle of good versus evil,
belongs to man alone,
the great cost of life,
is ours to make sense off.
But it won’t make anybody come back,
and nobody will be waiting for us,
none of the dead will forgive us.
the great cost is only ours to bear.
And what about the universe?
The Universe can’t be bothered.

This realization made the child cry,
when he wiped away his tears,
a process that took years,
he became an adult.
He continued the fight against evil,
playing by different rules,
wearing a army-uniform instead of kimono’s,
wielding military-grade weaponry instead of fake samurai swords.
He would get ready for that great war that would come again,
he could either die so that others could dream,
or live so he could be inspired by those who died for this dream.
But sometimes he couldn’t help himself:
sometimes he just wanted to play with fake samurai swords again.
And when his platoon wasn’t looking;
he pretended to be that child pretending to be an adult.
He knew that when the time came,
he had to let this go,
but for now,
while no one was looking,
he was winning the fight against evil,
and sometimes he would lose but the universe would balance itself out,
he would see his fallen friends in heaven,
they would wait for him,
salute him on arrival.
He would sleep soundly those nights
and
all his dreams
would have a happy ending.

poetry copyright thosestubbornwaves (https://welcometothehumanrace.wordpress.com/2017/09/13/fake-samurai-swords/)

 

 

Complexion

diffusion seeps

a single cell layer deep,

barely cognizant 

of the peel being cast aside

in a wilting weep.

unrecognized within the foliage,

a tender touch of light

on the ancient forest,

who remembers and lives

connection and the grace of balance.

i brush the fronds

and release my future 

to the agile wind.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017
https://giannaiannucci.com/

 

 

 

Motorcycle Man

A man goes for a late-night ride on his motorcycle on his way into town.
On the way there, he is approached by another man wearing white shoes.
White shoes asks motorcycle man, “Are you ready to go?”
“No,” motorcycle man replies, “I have so much to do, and it’s late. My son starts his first day of fifth grade tomorrow. I don’t want to sleep through it. I need to tell him I love him and that he’s going to do great things and make lots of friends in school. I need to kiss my wife goodnight before she falls asleep and remind her how important she is to me so she has pleasant dreams. I need to tuck in my baby and sing him to sleep so that he grows up knowing I’ll be his stronghold. I’m sorry, it’s just too late in the evening for this. Can we do this another time?”
White shoes smiles and looks at him patiently. His expression was so full of peace, but he insisted, “We’re going to do great things, you and me. I don’t think you or anyone else understands. Maybe they never will. But we need to go now.”
“May I at least call my friend and tell him where I am first? He’s waiting for my call, but I have bad reception at my house. I need to make sure we have a good laugh so we can each go to sleep with smiles on our faces.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t allow it. We don’t have much time left, and in the grand scheme of things, it’ll only take a moment.”
“But why not? I don’t think you realize what this means to me! Please, just let me have this night. I have responsibilities! I have commitments! I have planning to do and the world to see!”
White shoes’ expression softened, “If I show you a glimpse into the outcome, will you consider going with me?”
“Perhaps, but I’m not making any promises.”
White shoes wrapped his arm around motorcycle man’s shoulder. Together, they saw the future. There was so much pain, but so many miracles along the way as well. Motorcycle man’s sons grew up strong and loving like he was. Their mom told them stories about how incredible motorcycle man was- how they fell in love, and for every ounce of strength, there were two ounces of tenderness. She would never love the same way again, but she did love more fiercely all those around her, especially her sons. Motorcycle man’s friends got together frequently. At first, it was to comfort one another, but then they started laughing about all the amazing memories they made. Each of his friends changed their lives to be a bit more like him. One became a strong husband to his wife. Another learned how to fix up old cars and motorcycles and eventually drove the same kind motorcycle man was driving. And still another friend held stronger to his convictions than he ever had before. All of them increased in integrity.
Everyone who heard motorcycle man’s story was deeply touched, and amazed at how he inspired so much love, courage, boldness, and kindness.
“Okay,” he finally said, “I get it now. I don’t like it, and I know you know they won’t approve, but you’re right. We’re going to do a lot of great things together, you and me. It might be late and the time inopportune, but the time is now. It just doesn’t make any sense putting this off.”
Together, broad shouldered and proud, white shoes and motorcycle man walked the rest of the trail together, leaving the motorcycle in the middle of the road. Motorcycle man left his silhouette there, next to the bike.
The story isn’t over, and I’m not sure the pain will ever leave, but I know that someday, it will all make sense.

short story copyright https://decemberrosecom.wordpress.com


Shimmer in Blue

I was designed                               for a shimmer in blue                       for a merry sailor tune
for all of the things                                      that titillate you
I can see                                  the wide open sea                                  the salt air breeze
like a veil and ring                            like my bride to be
and so                        I ebb and flow                                    I ne’er let go
let the words sing                      into an ocean throe.
Now my heart throbs                       and floats and bobs                          as I ask the cob
why roots start growing                       where there’s a meal on the hob.
He looks at me with a tear in his eye         he says to me that he learned to fly
on a warm, summer day with a clear blue sky      but for every memory adventures bring
you never forget your first goodbye.

poetry copyright https://decemberrosecom.wordpress.com

 

 

 

Letting go?
How was that supposed to happen,
exactly?
You were the air, and my lungs…
not just the blood flowing through,
but my veins, too.
Just,
how was that going to change?

How could you just walk away?
I mean,
you shared my hopes,
my dreams,
my life.
You?!
My inspiration,
my passion,
my wife.
Was everything just…
nothing to you?
If so,
what am I supposed to do?

Letting go?
Wouldn’t it be easier for blue
to become black;
the sun,
turn into the moon;
the stars,
be the sand on the shores…
I,
I could never let you go…

Until I did…
You didn’t’t really give me a choice.
The pain was excruciating,
and my path,
my path was dreary;
but I’m,
I’m so much the better for it,
that much’s abundantly clear.
And I owe it all to you my dear;
for walking away,
and never shedding a tear.

poetry copyright Grabbety Covens (grabbetycovens.wordpress.com)

 

I am in a season of change,
Letting go of pieces of me
That don’t fit anymore,
Making room for new ones
That I pick up along the way
My path of self-discovery.
In this journey I have collected
Rocks of courage,
Of strength,
Of determination
To help me find the me
That has been buried
In the chaos of life
Yet was always there
Waiting for the right time
To blossom in the process of
Letting go.

poetry copyright Robin Baldwin (rbaldwin0204.wordpress.com)

 

 

Can I ever let go?

Can I ever let go of your touch?
At night, I dream of your fingers.
I can’t believe I miss you so much.
Your strokes through my hair still linger.

Can I ever let go of your eyes?
With great pride, you watched me grow.
I dearly pray for one last surprise.
You to return to me, I know.

I know my prayers won’t be answered.
My wishes never come true.
But I still have hopes to be answered.
And one day to see you too.

Can I ever let go of your humor?
Your wit and jokes had lightened my days.
I know this is much more than a rumor
That I’ll never have you brighten my days.

Days keep on passing.
But life must go on.
My heart is fasting
Each day it beats on.

Can I ever let go of you?
To my dearest, older brother,
My answer is a ‘no’ to you.
You weren’t only my brother.

You helped my mother to raise me.
You provided light for her blind eyes.
You’ll always be the best of me.
Until the day, I close my own eyes.

poetry copyright Susanne Leist (susanneleist.wordpress.com)

 

 

The Girl I Let Go

She was a shell, really
or
a shadow of a shell
hollow and barely warm.
Her faint breath could
barely fog
the mirror I held to my face

She was still cloaked in
the garment of expectations.
He spine was cowed
and her posture demure

The only thing
I took from her was
her eyes.

The fury of her eyes
would never diminish,
their eternal flame
is equal parts salvation
and damnation.

And so I left her
their to wither into
ash.
I shed her like a
crumpling snakeskin

and stepped into
the woman
I ought to be.

poetry copyright Jessi (cirquedelanuitblog.wordpress.com)

 

Release the world,
The hold of its illusions
Weighs the heart.
Sensory deception…
Filtered impressions
Conditioned, react
Like clockwork;
Predictably bland.
Embrace the child
Who sleeps within,
Forgotten emissary
Of untramelled joy…
Wake her to laughter
And the dawn of Life.

poetry copyright Sue Vincent (scvincent.wordpress.com)

 

 

 

I —
Have another secret to tell you:
That I once ran through a bookstore
And saw an untitled book.
I hesitated once to buy it,
For who would even read such story?
But still,
I went to the counter
Paid for it
And told the lady
That
I will be extending this story
Of you and me.
Hoping that someday
Our names would be on its covers.
Our story will continue until the ink
Blotches on the pages.
And our story would not remain…

Untitled.

poetry copyright (fattykathyjourneys.wordpress.com)

 

 

And it starts again
The pitter patter
A noise
To break the silence
Asking me to pick the pen
To let go the poem

poetry copyright Priyanka (notyet100hub.blogspot.com)

 

 

 


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Spring Poet Recommendations List 2

Hello Everyone,

As a thank you to this wonderful blogging family I will be sharing some of my favourite blogs every season.

Here is my second list of wonderful poets whose work I admire. Over the next few weeks I will be posting more lists in this and other categories so stay tuned.  Please check out my previous recommendations here: https://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2016/03/26/spring-poets-recommendations-list-1/https://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2016/04/02/spring-blogs-recommendations-photography-list-1/

They are in no particular order, I will do 10 at a time for each list…Please visit them for some beautiful writing that will make your hearts bloom this season.:)❤

Spring Poet List 2

https://katzpyjamas.wordpress.com/ – I have been following Marla for a while now on twitter and have been in awe of her poetry since day 1! I highly recommend everyone checking out her beautiful work.

https://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/ – Jonathan is a great writer and friend whose work will leave you inspired. He is an artist through and through and I definitely recommend visiting his blog.

https://ramblingsfromjewels.wordpress.com/ – I love Julie’s gentle and serene poetry. Her words capture the beauty of nature along with her lovely photos… She is another friend whom I highly recommend.

https://peerlesscynic.wordpress.com/ – Another writer whose muse will make you appreciate poetry and nature all the more. Please do visit this blog!

https://bjgaulton.wordpress.com/ – Blair is a great poet whose poetry connects with the reader. He has a wide variety of topics and style and I recommend my readers to visit his blog.

https://tylerpedersen02.wordpress.com/ – I have been following Tyler’s beautiful poetry and photography since my early days of blogging and have always been a fan of his work. Please do visit his blog if you haven’t already!

https://jacquelinenashpoetry.wordpress.com/ – Jacqueline is a wonderful poet and writer whose words will move you. She is currently going through some very challenging circumstances that you will read about in her blog. I highly recommend you visit her and I hope she is back soon!

https://booknvolume.com/ – I am a huge fan of Morgan’s poetry and I strongly encourage everyone to read her work if you haven’t already. She has a magical touch that will make your imagination soar.

https://zipsrid.wordpress.com/ – Kim is another poet whose work I greatly admire! Her writing is flawless and full of beautiful imagery that makes her poetry all the more amazing! Please do visit her blog!

https://erikakind.wordpress.com/ – Erika is a published author and friend who writes beautiful poetry. Her daily kind quotes will leave you inspired and coming back to her wonderful blog. Another writer I highly recommend.

 


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Virtual Blog Tour – The Stars And The Journey

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I will be honest, I was a bit hesitant to do this tour when Belsbor first told me about this…the reason was, I did not quite know if there was any process to my writing and  if I could do justice to this tour; however, after giving it some thought, I came to a conclusion that this was unique and something I had not done before, so getting out of my comfort zone, I was honoured and grateful to accept this from Belsbor. You can see his Virtual Blog Tour (VBT) Here: http://belsbror.wordpress.com/2014/06/16/genuine-gems/

Belsbor is a versatile blogger, showcasing posts ranging from poetry, to short stories and  life events.  He is also a great influence and a motivator for  new, experienced and somewhere in between bloggers (like myself)  here at wordpress. If you have not seen his blog yet, I suggest you do so now as you are certainly missing out!

 

Now on to the Stars of this Tour! It was hard for me to pick three as this community is filled with so many of you, it is like watching the night sky! But as per requirement here are three amazing bloggers who I am so honoured to feature  today! They are indeed stars in all aspects spreading their light and message through each post in their blogs. They lift your heart up with beautiful words for the soul, and connect with you in the day to day aspect of life, so you never feel alone.

 The Stars

 

Original Dante:  If you want to read poetry and creative pieces that is meaningful and always evokes emotion from the heart, this blog is the place to be. I admire each post and writing in this blog and he definitely holds true to his words that he says about himself in his about page ”  I promised myself, never to publish half-baked pieces of writing, only my best; striving for the original. Stick around, I’ll make it worth your while.” – And he does. His work is inspiring, genuine and he always makes it worth while .

 

 

Rcrate:  Rose’s poetry will touch your heart in the most beautiful way. Her simple yet genuine writing will make your heart smile and fall in love with her poetry. She states: ” I’ve always had a love of poetry and a great appreciation for 19th century literature. ” And her love and appreciation comes forth in her work. Her short pieces connects with the reader in the most gentle way, and she is definitely a poet who inspires me.  I highly recommend everyone to check out her lovely blog and writing. 

 

 

Ronovanwrites: Ron is an author and a versatile blogger whom I have come to admire as someone who can connect with his audience at a personal level through the content of his posts. He is very informative and I encourage all bloggers (especially new ones) to visit his blogs for some great tips and links for writing, and to get some great encouragement. His writing is genuine, he states , “I want to share my world as I rediscover it after having lost part of it not long ago in a mind jarring way”, and though it is sad to learn that he had to go through that experience, I am glad we get to to see the world he shares through his blog, as it is indeed memorable. 

 

The Journey

 

Now, back to questions on my writing process which I will try to answer the best I can. 🙂

1.) What am I working on?

At this point, as some of you may know from my previous posts that I am a bit busy so not really working on anything… But I am very spontaneous when it comes to writing, if the idea arrives it has to be written or I will not be able to sleep – literally! Most of the poetry I have posted on this blog has been a result of spontaneous combustion 😀 . I have also been working on some long term projects of various fiction that are on hold for the moment.

2.) How does my work differ from others of each genre? &  3.) Why Do I create what I do?

I feel my writing is more simple than the other creative minds of this genre. I write with both my heart and mind and I hope to connect with my audience in both places. I do not know if that makes me different…  I write because I love to write and my spirits are boosted when I connect with my readers through my writing.

 

4.) How does your writing creative process work? 

As I said my writing is very spontaneous, I am constantly inspired by nature, by my loved ones, music and on occasions by sorrow I see or feel around me. I am empathetic by nature ( I think most writers and artists are), and a lot of my writing is also inspired through that. I detest editing. Almost all of my poetry is the very first draft that I write. I feel you are in that moment once and changing it would change the feeling you had when you first wrote it. It does not mean I have not played around with some words and edited any of my pieces, I have, but for the most part they have been the first draft. As for my fiction, I grudgingly take on the editing aspect. 😀 I admire creative minds as they inspire me a great deal, and I am truly blessed to be surrounded by so many of them here in this community as well as in my personal life.

 

That is all folks!

 

Thank you all for taking the time to read this VBT, I hope you visit each of the stars and see their amazing work! Thanks again to Belsbor for the opportunity! Have a great day everyone!

 

 

 

 

 


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Weekly Blog Recommendation – Art List 2

Hello Everyone,

Here is the first weekly recommendation list for May! Please check out the April recommendations under the recommendation category…There will be many more lists this weekend, so do stay tuned…For now, lets pay tribute these wonderfully talented bloggers below who will amaze you with their art and crafts 🙂

1.) Art For Nothing

Please check out this amazing artist for her water colour paintings and other beautiful art that she often does with famous poetry pieces. She is a versatile blogger with many talents and I highly recommend everyone to check her blog.

2.) Rethinking Life

Another great blogger with versatile talents of both art and poetry and other creative pieces. For this purpose of this list I am placing this blog in the art category but this talented blogger definitely can be placed in other lists as well. Do check out the blog!

3.) The Chia Pet Circus

I really enjoy Matthew’s art especially his animated sketches of people. He has done sketches of fellow bloggers in past and is extremely talented in portraying their personality in them. I definitely recommend everyone to check out his work!

4.) My Portfolio

It hasn’t been too long since I have started following Eunice but I am amazed at her talent! Please do check out her wonderful artistic skills in her blog and I know you will not be disappointed! 🙂

5.) Sweet Afternoons

Alisa Belzil is a talented lady who will marvel you with her arts and crafts talent. She has many instructional pieces with her crafts as well as art and I love following her work. I highly recommend to check her out!

 

***Note to any bloggers featured in these weekly posts, if you wish for me to remove your name from this list due to any reason please let me know, and I will do so. Also all of the excerpts featured (if featured)  are the works of the bloggers listed, they  each own the copyrights to their own piece and it is not my intention to take credit for it in anyway, hope that is clear to all readers. This is just my effort to appreciate good work. If any bloggers feel that their work has not been properly credited or should not be on the list let me know and I shall remove it. Again thank you all for sharing your beautiful work