LauraElizaHaynes
To wear a crown of roses,
Is a fragrant thing.
Others sigh at its beauty,
But do not feel the thorns.
Time makes its petals drop,
The perfume is no more.
Exposed are the wounds,
Sore lesions, deep scratches.
Lay it down you fool.
For the dVerse quadrille #141 ‘Crown’ check it out here.
Loss overwhelms the soul.
A matriarch ageing,
A patriarch gone,
Sanctuary eroding.
How relentless is time.
Tearing at stability.
Can hope be found,
In amongst the rubble?
Knowing enough is enough,
Begins with believing you are enough.
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When fertile ground becomes barren,
Pastures are spent,
What was full has emptied;
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Freezing in place is unsound!
Find a peace in movement.
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Ride out the regret,
Face down the sadness,
Accept that all things change;
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Turn from victimhood,
Find a hero’s grace.
Darkness comes but it also goes,
I know this.
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What arises always ceases,
I believe this.
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Chaotic thought calms and settles,
I endure this.
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Grasping tightly finds release,
I feel this.
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Sky once oppressive
Becomes spacious,
This infinite expanse.
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Mood brightens,
Perception shifts,
I’m grateful for this.
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
Dilapidated, in need of renovation.
Decades have passed.
Neglected, needs unmet.
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Degradation continues unabated.
Pivot point is reached.
Renovation promises unfulfilled.
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All that’s left is demolition.
Land wiped clear.
New purpose undefined.
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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
Brown edged
Dessicating
Stalks mouldy
But just a hint
Of better days.
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Spent bouquet
Still standing upright
In fermenting water
Once fresh and bright
Full of optimism
Brought a smile
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Now speak of decay
March of time
All changes
Life degrades
At least we gain
Experience…
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,
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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…’
Cocooned by silken strands,
Freedom dreaming,
Metamorphosing,
Cellular imagining,
Undifferentiated!
Reconstructing form,
Elusive transformation,
Chrysalis fight,
Dear release,
Moonlit flight!
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!
LauraElizaHaynes 