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Poetry Quadrille

Crown of Roses

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.

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Loss

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?

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Change

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.

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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.
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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.

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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…

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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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