“You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.”
― Maya Angelou
“You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.”
― Maya Angelou
I thought I would do an engagement exercise and learn more about my wonderful blogging community…I would like to know, Why do you create? Whether it’s a piece of writing or an art work…whether it’s waiting for hours for that perfect picture or mastering the perfect recipe…
Why do you create? Would love to read your comments and might add the most liked comment to the post ! Hope to hear from all of you! This exercise will be open until the end of February!
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!
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 ado, I will start us off and hope to see you all join me in creating another beautiful, creative, collaborative, piece!
She stumbled on sunshine
that peeked through grey clouds,
on the way home.
poetry by Neha
Following the path
I knew I was on the way
Toward better days
poetry by Dorinda Duclos
On the way
to a better life
she found herself
By Denise Fletcher © 2017
I dashed through dandelions
Scattering seeds, to dainty fall
Each a wish; wanting them all
poetry by Diana
Sometimes you’re leaving
In order to find the way
That’s leading you home
Poetry by Erika Kind
on the way down
dandelions and daisies
distracted David’s day
Poetry by Brad V
On the way to something so beautiful
He stopped and took her by the hand
And they continued on together
poetry by Sylvester
these human shells transforming
flying in the massive sky
towards heaven’s pristine gates
distant tolling of church bells
poetry by Dorna Hainds
Words sometimes get lost,
on the way from Creativity,
the Destinations get crossed,
as Inspiration is quite finicky,
but Poetry always gets the best,
maybe Fantasy, and Passion, too;
yet Lyrics, and Fiction take the rest,
leaving Bloggers to make do,
with whatever scraps they can find,
to get published by the deadline,
and I’m left wanting more,
I know my writing isn’t Pure,
it’s tainted with Pain and Misery,
from a bloody Bitter history,
Darkness, Agony, and Woe,
follow me wherever I go,
but it seems along the way,
Hope and Resilience,
decided to stay,
which makes a difference,
words are harder to find in the Light,
Happiness and Joy jumble my thoughts,
and I often find I miss the Night,
for there, words are never at a loss,
on the way from a freshly Broken heart,
their structure alone can rip you apart,
when they’re spewed from lips of Rage,
the heat and fire burns down the stage,
the audience gives standing Ovations,
yet they’re so Impatient,
demanding an encore,
and I become a desperate whore,
Lost between Pain and Love…
Poetry by Grabbety Covens
On Being A Soldier
A neophyte he was commissioned
In the elite forces
The glamour and glistening,
The perfect touch of the olive green
Was all so beckoning…
Little did he foresee
A cruel distortion of the valley;
A violent paradise!
After being on the qui vive
Amongst nameless faces
Garbed in camouflage battle fatigues
Watching the crowd gingerly
For hours together…
Fighting off the monotony
With vacant eyes,
And abandoned thoughts
That old confident strut and swagger
Poetry By Ranjeeta Nath Ghai
Wait for Me
On the way,
from dark corners.
I fought that fight with my heart –
and on the way
I set free brooding angels willing to leave
the darkness’ sticky hold –
saw the light shine on you,
I cried when you basked in its hope
and new possibilites –
but you didn’t know I could see.
On the way,
when daylight rained down and howling,
treacherous gales forced their way –
I endured them.
From now on we will decide
where the leaves
will fall, and if the sun comes again,
it will shine where we say –
then it will always shine, on the way…
Poetry by Anita Lubesh
A Poem is like a walk
A walk inside my mind
In all its nooks and crannies
where I’m storing the sunshine
Every time I revisit a corner
a drop of creativity falls through
The brilliant thought paves the ways
and the words show me the way through
The stroll through the darkest thoughts and feelings are too scary
Everyone wishes to skip the way
Not the face the way the way it is
The path has its twists and turns
It is easy to get lost in them
Delightful as it may sound
Hurt, pain, and anxiety are quietly taking shelter here
A burst of happiness and joy will sometimes pop up
Gives you the relief and strength to make the journey
Pluck a smile here and there
And make your life a little perky.
As exhilarating as it may sound
Be warned before you want to restart
Are you ready to relive
all the hurt and pain of the past
A walk in my mind is not so easy as it seems
It allures you to enter without the feeling of being seen.
Poetry by Megha
On the way
I found myself
I had lost myself
On the way
Yet when I found
I was renewed
Better than before
When we lose oursleves
We learn our way
As we are on the way
When we find ourslevs
We are better
Because we gained
Wisdom and understanding
On the way
Poetry by Pete Gardner
Somewhere on the way
between heaven and earth
where life forces are shaped
and destinies intertwined,
two souls prepared for a mix
of earth, wind and fire,
bursting into a crimson helix
that would become a love
pure and untainted,
Carefully stored away, it waited
ready to be activated when eyes met
and an unspoken unbreakable bond
began to suddenly take shape.
Poetry by https://thoughtsparkweb.wordpress.com/
On the way to my centre,
I skimmed the journey, retrospectively,
Witnessed all too late,
The many dimensions I had yet to see
Leaked my identity
Through black on white,
The only language I speak.
Semantics, connotations of my poetry
Underscores and solidi, mark how I,
Identify, mark, group and divide
The makings of my golden mind
There’s the world, how I understand it
Then everything else, in no particular order
On the way, to unravelling me
Their misstep was assuming what they see
Comes from what I write, these are words
That bear shape in thought form,
Incising and making themselves known
Naturally, through this platform, put simply
What you read is a memory
Stirred in a dish as I wish,
I’ve written, been writing, will write
On the way to making infinity
– Original-Dante ©2017
On the road
The dotted white line
Stretches ahead forever
Poetry by Ana Daksina
Sun knows who deserve to have the shadow and who don’t…
Poetry by: regzkaru.wordpress.com
The words free fall into the abysses of time
Each a mark of love, life, passion strife.
Yours and mine.
Poetry by: Komal Gupta@tejaswiniaura
On the way
To another day
Words at play
I wonder why
On the way
A new sunrises
The wise advises
But still so true
On the way
We make friends
Gained by repetition
On the way
Michael Romani on behalf of
On the way
From here to there
I went astray
Where the path
Following a thought
That led to a question
That invited exploration
That took me down paths
That carried me further
And further away
From where I meant
I got lost
On the way there
copyright Margaret Mair, December 2017
For more information please click here for original post. Please note that you can only add contributions in the comments of the original post as indicated.
Thank you all and happy almost Friday! 😀
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/)
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/)
Can be an act of strong love.
In the role as a person or parent,
It is a gift from up above.
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)
If no longer tangible
poetry copyright sylvester (https://syl65.wordpress.com/)
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)
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
all his dreams
would have a happy ending.
poetry copyright thosestubbornwaves (https://welcometothehumanrace.wordpress.com/2017/09/13/fake-samurai-swords/)
a single cell layer deep,
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
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
How was that supposed to happen,
You were the air, and my lungs…
not just the blood flowing through,
but my veins, too.
how was that going to change?
How could you just walk away?
you shared my hopes,
Was everything just…
nothing to you?
what am I supposed to do?
Wouldn’t it be easier for blue
to become black;
turn into the moon;
be the sand on the shores…
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;
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,
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
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
a shadow of a shell
hollow and barely warm.
Her faint breath could
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
The fury of her eyes
would never diminish,
their eternal flame
is equal parts salvation
And so I left her
their to wither into
I shed her like a
and stepped into
I ought to be.
poetry copyright Jessi (cirquedelanuitblog.wordpress.com)
Release the world,
The hold of its illusions
Weighs the heart.
Embrace the child
Who sleeps within,
Of untramelled joy…
Wake her to laughter
And the dawn of Life.
poetry copyright Sue Vincent (scvincent.wordpress.com)
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?
I went to the counter
Paid for it
And told the lady
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…
poetry copyright (fattykathyjourneys.wordpress.com)
And it starts again
The pitter patter
To break the silence
Asking me to pick the pen
To let go the poem
poetry copyright Priyanka (notyet100hub.blogspot.com)
As we enter the last stretch of August, I would like to share some of my favorite blogs! A few are recent finds and a few old favorites…as always this is not the complete list as there is so much talent in this community but just a handful who I adore!!! Without further ado and in no particular order here are my summer blog recommendations:
Petals Unfolding – Amy shares beautiful, breathtaking images and messages that touch your heart and speak to your soul.
jdubqca – Read some beautiful poetry by J Matthew Waters that makes you think and relate to the world around us.
Original Dante – Another wonderful poet and an all time favorite of mine. Check out the provocative pieces by Michael.
Percolating Poetry – A recent find and an absolute gem, do visit this beautiful and heartfelt poetry blog.
Avian101 – An old and dear favorite blog by H.J. Ruiz, will leave you captivated by his informative posts on birds and amazing captures.
The Wandering Armadillo– Another recent find of an amazing poetess and blogger. The imagery created in her words will leave you in awe.
Erika Kind – An inspirational blogger and author and another one of mine all-time-favorites! Check out her inspiring quotes, posts and poetry!
Infinite Living– A fairly new find but another wonderful addition to this blogging community…visit this amazing poetess and read her beautiful words on life.
Arbie Krae – Arbie shares her captivating words whether it is on story writing, character development, fiction or poetry her posts make you come back for more.
Writing to Freedom – Brad writes ” words to inspire and empower” and has been a personal favorite since I started my journey here.
Madasahatter572 – Another amazing poetess, especially of micro-poetry. Read her thought provoking verses.
Tiny Lessons Blog – One of the most compassionate bloggers I have come across on this journey, her beautiful posts and images will touch your heart.
BooknVolume– A fantasy author and an exquisite poetess, Morgan weaves beauty in her words. Another favorite of mine!
Vulturesti – An absolutely fantastic photographer of everyday life, visit Doru’s blog for some amazing captures.
Night Owl Poetry – Another old favorite and crazy-talented friend and poetess Dorinda, brings words to life with her poetry.
Paul Militaru – Capturing flowers, people and everything in between, Paul delivers warmth and beauty in his photography. A favorite since I started here.
Cindy Knoke – Cindy’s photos always leaves me in awe. A must-see blog and a personal favorite!
Alright that’s it for today, go check out these amazing bloggers and tell me about others who you feel should be recommended ( no self promotions!). Check out other blog recommendations from previous posts and stay tuned for more!