This

Darkness comes but it also goes,

I know this.

–

What arises always ceases,

I believe this.

–

Chaotic thought calms and settles,

I endure this.

–

Grasping tightly finds release,

I feel this.

–

Sky once oppressive

Becomes spacious,

This infinite expanse.

–

Mood brightens,

Perception shifts,

I’m grateful for this.

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Ruminating

Ruminating

Often it comes

Attempts at self mastery

The Wise can settle

Into the cacophony within

Grasp released

Annihilation ambition put down

In favour of restful awareness

Watching…

Anxiety’s apprehension

Recognising….

Melancholy’s malaise

Realising…

Doubt’s discomfort

Knowing their transience

How they dissolve when left alone

How they grow and morph when probed

Yes I am pondering

Why I secretly covet misery

Fearful of peace

if you have an hour this fine buddhist Teacher is worth it.

Dilapidated

Dilapidated, in need of renovation.

Decades have passed.

Neglected, needs unmet.

–

Degradation continues unabated.

Pivot point is reached.

Renovation promises unfulfilled.

–

All that’s left is demolition.

Land wiped clear.

New purpose undefined.

–

But potential sits,

In brooding vacancy.

Knowing progress is uncontainable.

For day 4 prompt https://www.napowrimo.net/ using inspiration from the below image.

Ageing Petals

Ageing petals

Brown edged

Dessicating

Stalks mouldy

But just a hint

Of better days.

–

Spent bouquet

Still standing upright

In fermenting water

Once fresh and bright

Full of optimism

Brought a smile

–

Now speak of decay

March of time

All changes

Life degrades

At least we gain

Experience…

Ship

This being human is a Ship,

Traversing ocean swells,

Battered by storms,

Capsized by hurricanes.

Then finding safe harbour,

Gentle journeys through inlets,

Exploring coves and sandy bays,

–

Course at times easy found,

Other times navigation elusive.

Worried that the view,

Brings no sight of land.

Then times of peace,

With nothing in view,

Adrift in endless blue.

Written for dVerse prompt to write a metaphor poem starting ‘This being human is…’

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Histogenesis

Cocooned by silken strands,

Freedom dreaming,

Metamorphosing,

Cellular imagining,

Undifferentiated!

Reconstructing form,

Elusive transformation,

Chrysalis fight,

Dear release,

Moonlit flight!

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Battle for Balance

Terrible thought surged

– loss overwhelmed.

Defences were breached

– tearful deluge.

A battle was fought

– composure found.

Calm balance hard won

– sadness settled.

Myself I picked up

– and peace regained.

_{This week was difficult, bad news spurned a shattering thought; that tipped the balance of my already stressed mind. Proud though, as although I wobbled, I found my footing and kept going!}

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So many voices

Cascade of words

Flow through my mind.

Absorbing

Others introspections.

–

Occurring and reoccurring,

Expression’s gravitation,

Dragging willingly,

into literary vortexes.

–

So many voices craving,

To express experiences,

And their existence;

In this mess.

–

What a wonderful immersion,

In the cacophony of our race.

–

Sadness dripping tears.

Beauty in the mundane found.

Anger vented.

Love requited.

Philosophy expounded.

Nature celebrated.

–

So many minds –

Feeling

Trusting

Biting

Hurting.

Crying out for recognition,

And understanding.

–

Just like me…

_{This poem is a celebration of the brilliant voices I have encountered since coming back to blogging. Exploring other people’s thoughts can be overwhelming! Yet it is also a heartening joy to be surrounded by others who too are; feeling, experiencing and trying to understand their existence. Keep on my fellow creatives, keep on.}

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Frosty Morning

Bright morning,

Bleak Mind lifted.

Air crisp,

Tired Body sighs.

Sky clear,

Settling the Soul.

World iced,

Warmed Heart embraces.

My morning walk today was one of brightness and a crisp frost, these are by far my favourite mornings and provided a very welcome lift to all my facets!

Waves

Waves of despair
Consume the peace so rare.
Relentlessly
Frustration crashes, must flee.
All consuming
Terrors and worries, mind sinking.
Reach for the sane
Only to be enveloped, once again. 
Crest of bitter lessons
Tide keeps on, doesn't lessen.
Calm does lie below
Equanimity can ride the flow.

This poem reflects the challenge of this week. As it has been like sailing through a storm. But instead of weather a constant barrage of frustrations and a burgeoning to-do list of intractable problems! Sure this is something you can empathise with as doubt I am alone.