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.
Pervading sadness
Not thrilling but compelling
Way easily lost
Comforting melancholy
Erodes will spends energy
For Ronovans Monday challenge where key words are sad and thrill.
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
Virtually spent
Clouds part allowing sun’s warmth
To lift weary soul
Weary
Problems abound
Constantly eroding
Once resilient defences
Weary
Futility tempts overwhelm
Foundations remain firm
Still holding fast
Weary
As you can tell I am weary but I am refusing to quit, despite how tempting it is.
This is a Butterfly Cinquain 9 line syllabic poem that runs, 2,4,6,8,2,86,4,2.
You will endure this,
You will prevail!
You can weather this storm,
That batters down your peace of mind.
You feel no more, can be lost,
Ripped from moorings considered sound.
But hold fast!
This will pass,
And from the wreckage you will emerge.
Too rise and rebuild.
All that’s needed,
Is to believe you can.
This is a Verse Epistle inspired by Sanaa’s dVerse prompt – take a look and perhaps give it a go yourself. This form is a letter in verse. This Verse Epistle was based on a poem I wrote to myself this week, to help me to keep going. I hope you find it helpful.
Wise Within Our has been Species, tell us. Life's arrows have tailspin! Unavoidably they pierce us. So from repercussions we must adjust, And can protect, shielding from a sorrowful vice. At such times find resilience we must. But also guard against, be just, Mind arrows under-spin These do not trust. Don't let in, Not kin - Lies
So this is a diatelle, a poetry form that I found frustrating and enjoyable all at the same time! The syllable structure of the diatelle is as follows: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1, (15 lines) and has a set rhyme pattern of abbcbccaccbcbba. The Diatelle form was created by Bradley Vrooman.
I felt I wanted to talk about how, although life can ‘shoot’ at us, we also have a tendency to ‘shoot’ at ourselves again and again by how we relate to what has happened. This is encapsulated by the Parable of the two arrows from the Buddhist cannon:
The Buddha once asked a student,
‘If a person is struck by an arrow, is it painful? If the person is struck by a second arrow, is it even more painful?’
He then went on to explain,
‘In life, we can’t always control the first arrow. However, the second arrow is our reaction to the first. This second arrow is optional.’
And just in case you’re still a bit confused here’s a short explainer.
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 