LauraElizaHaynes
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!
Cascade of words
Flow through my mind.
Absorbing
Others introspections.
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Occurring and reoccurring,
Expression’s gravitation,
Dragging willingly,
into literary vortexes.
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So many voices craving,
To express experiences,
And their existence;
In this mess.
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What a wonderful immersion,
In the cacophony of our race.
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Sadness dripping tears.
Beauty in the mundane found.
Anger vented.
Love requited.
Philosophy expounded.
Nature celebrated.
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So many minds –
Feeling
Trusting
Biting
Hurting.
Crying out for recognition,
And understanding.
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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.
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!
