Tell me a story
Of when I was so tiny
Said the hummingbird
LIFE… #Nonet, #Poetry Challange
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly Poetry Challange.
Colleen’s challenge for us this week are the words Begin and Fresh. Remember, you can only use synonyms to write your poetry!
Written as a Nonet and my synonyms are Inception and Beginning.
Trace my lifeline from my inception
Find the core of my becoming
There you will discover me
Wrapped in a warm blanket
Held by my mother
Very closely
To her breast
Resting
Peace
OPPOSITES… a poem
Oh, differing souls
One of solace
One of rage
A keeper of the peace
A war within a cage
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Temples diametric
Seeking love
Seeking pain
Balance to a world
Imbalance for a gain
TO BE WHOLE… a poem
I only thought I was whole,
But that was way back when.
Back when I held the world in my hands.
Back before that world crumbled into pieces.
I only thought I was whole.
Now, I know that I’m whole.
I have come such a long way.
I have learned so much about me and you.
How could I have been so wrong?
Now, I know that I’m not whole.
Here is my whole life before me.
I do still dream, but I keep my head.
Perhaps, wisdom will come if I pay attention.
Perhaps, you are the catalyst to keep me balanced.
Here is my whole life – before me.
Thank you!
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AZRAEL… a dark poem
Woe, to the eyes that saw me
In the lackluster, deluge
Of yesterday’s dream.
What sayeth thee?
Ye of night vision
And chilled, blackened stares?
Are thee an owl?
Perched high above
And watching for human pray?
Whilst the stars witness
You prowl within the mind
Wreaking havoc upon those
Unwitting, and unwilling souls.
You are the embodiment of screams.
Nightmare flees when
You infest the scene.
You are terror incarnate – Azrael.
SEASON OF REFLECTION… a poem
A honeycomb reflection
Bringing smiles
Bringing tears
Remembrance of a season
Passing days
Passing years
She sat on her veranda
With a teacup in her hand
Soaking in the fragrance
She once shared
She loved her man
Sunlight glistens beautifully
In that cup of liquid gold
The years, they had been good to her
Oh, the stories that she told
And for the lines and wrinkles
That creep across her face
Not a single would she trade
To be in any other place
