Arctic Day-Poem for the Week

It is 8 sentence Sunday. Writers submit 8 sentence snippets or poems each week. You can see more here, at Weekend Writing Warriors.

Here's this week's entry. Heavy on my mind, is one of my dear high school friends, whose beloved dad passed away last Friday. My heart has been sad and heavy, not only for his passing, but also because she lives out of town. In times like this, I seek comfort and assurance for her and for me.

I was out driving, doing errands, when this poem hit me. It is untitled.


Swirling, clean and pure Like the driven snow, Fresh, pervasive, There is a presence. There are presences. Subzero outside, Yet I am warm And filled Goodness Light Angels in our midst In my midst.

Passages

It is 8 sentence Sunday. Writers submit 8sentence snippets or poems each week. You can see more here, at Weekend Writing Warriors. 

My offering for this week:
Some days as I reflect, I am filled with hope. Our waves, in life: challenges, love, tears, nerves, and so forth, roll through, but in the end, I really feel like I am in a better place than before. And of course, I have a ways to go. My path has brought me here, to hope and joy. Today.

This one is Untitled. Hope you like it.


Getting clean and true, 
Helps me see things a new way. 
Wonders are revealed,
Nature sings with life, 
Instead of being a washed out backdrop. 
Oh, the joy of a vibrant yellow and orange sunrise, 
The day crackling with promise. 
Or the brilliant moon, Etched in a deep blue sky. 
The morning dew dancing happily on the foliage, 
The cheerful song of the wren trills over and over, without end. 
 Living clean and true washes my soul, 
To reflect out. 
We stoop under the weight of mistakes, regrets, worries and fear, 
Shame our vision clouds. 
Mercy finds us through naked disclosure. 
I see now more clearly, 
Pause and drink in the moment, 
Free.

To Steal a Kiss

It's the Sunday 8-Sentence snippet. A talented group of writers post and share an excerpt or a work in 8 sentences. Check out the other submissions here: Weekend Writing Warriors 

This week's poem: Ah...sweet, new love...need I say more?


To Steal a Kiss

To steal a kiss--
If only.
There you are,
Across the room.
My heart launches
Out towards you.
Those moments,
Private tenderness,
Sustain me.
But
There you are,
So close, and yet more distant than I wish.
I touch you with my gaze,
Or try.
When will I hold you again?
I close my eyes
And dream...

Birthday Girl

It's time for this week's poem.

The past several years have been eventful for me, with experiences and discovery spanning life's highs and lows. My dad, at the age of 80, was diagnosed with end stage lung cancer. It took less than a year to claim his life.

Last year I came to the realization after decades of marriage, that it absolutely was not serving me, and I found myself navigating through separation and divorce. It did not go well. But today I am free and living authentically.

Yesterday was my birthday, and on a flight to my hometown, I looked out the window, and the sky, as it often does, reminded me of my dad, whom I adore.


Sky

Landscape mosaic below me,
Sparkling blue with infinite haze before me,
My mind turns to you -
What lies in your day today?
The time space continuum molts and pulls-
Instead of "today", there is: always.
Do I please you?
I hear your voice, expressing your love and pride in my life's work: my family.
It is still in my heart - dread and fear no longer reign.
Your joy in me, your love, is -
It always will be.
Now I know.
Dadems, I miss you - the bittersweet lies at opposing axes.
I know.


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My view as I wrote the poem:

Birthday Wishes

So it's October now. The sun still holds some warmth, and the colors are beginning to turn. Lovely time of year.

This week's offering is a birthday poem I wrote for my sweetie. It may not be polished - but it is heartfelt. ("Creative grammar" has been applied, in order to meet the 8 sentence guideline.)


The day you were born,
The world became brighter-
The sparkle of your inner joy
Lights my world.
Let's melt and flow,
And I don't mean like Rocky Road-
You are the butter to my popcorn,
That gives it zest and flavor-
The shade to my lamp,
That tempers the light and sets the mood.
The sound of our unbridled laughter, rushes forth with pure delight-
The look in your eyes - that look,
And the world melts away-
Nestled in your arms, I am safe from harm - for a little while.
The me reflected in your eyes,
Is me-
And that is joy. Freedom. And well-being.
So Happy Birthday to you, my love.
May your kindness and goodness continue to light your way, now and for years to come.


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Beautiful Autumn Day

My writings have several themes: newness, freedom, growth. Love. Grief. And they usually tumble forth in a heap, in several minutes.

Here's this week's offering:


Your soul has a fringe.
I run my finger alongside
And I fluff it gently,
Like a velvety decorator pillow.
Today it's red with bold uninhibited love.
Passion.
Most days it's a bright happy color.
The color of your smile.
I lay my head on your soul.
Sometimes to rest,
Sometimes to sing
Always to be met with warmth,
And comfort.

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Thoughts for a Friday

It's a glorious warm fall day here. And Friday as well! The word of the day is "Flow".

Flow

This is new

This lightness

Going with the grain

It's airy here

The yoke has been lifted

No longer clenched,

Nor closed and poised to defend. 

My head sets just a little higher

I look out a little straighter 

All I did

Was ask

And be ready and open 

It is true joy

To not be so afraid 

To be

Me. 

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First Post

Well, you gotta start somewhere. 

So this is my first post. Word of the day is "noble."

“A conviction of self-worth and passion for ideals fuse in a life attitude that is positive, free, noble and spiritually enhancing.”

~ Bill Jay

There you have it.