We tiptoe quietly around afraid to wake the beast. He lies quietly sleeping, dozing fitfullyhis power unreleased. Carefully hidden deep within thedark hearts of men. Lies the anointing, the legacy, the dormant strength within. Stand tall. Stand straight. Be bold, be courageous. In moments before us we quietly shrink,
in unacknowledged fear. When the path quietly lays before us ever so clear. Silently we slink around the throne of our hearts. Forgotten from whence the power comes, actors playing our parts.
Moments may define us for a lifetime,
we are left with nothing to fight.
From deep inside out of eternity passed,
shines a brilliant white light. We quietly fear the unrestrained strength, the powerful emotions,the uncontrolled lust. For quietly deep inside the small dark place in our hearts, is where the beast resides in each of us.
This is poem is my submission this week to The Reverie Journal based on the prompt of a “Quiet Journey”, in which I came up with the last line first and then went back and wrote the rest using the word ‘quietly’ repeatedly. In addition this is poem number 23 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo. Thanks for reading! ~M
We wanted to share an awesome opportunity with all of our poets to try something new!
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And in this case, the “new” comes from one of our editors, and it’s far from new to her. Hastywords has become the Queen of poetic duets.
What’s a poetic duet?
According to Hasty:
Two people create one poem. There are no real rules except it is a collaborative process. Typically, one person starts and another continues and so on until both parties feel it is complete. Neither person knows the tone, the pace, nor the story until it is done. It is really quite beautiful.
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In the beginning the lines we draw around our lives serve to define and differentiate us, and then over time they come to limit and isolate us. To experience the relationships we were meant to experience with God or other human beings we must hug those lines and even be willing to cross over and color outside those very same lines.
We often draw lines in our lives, setting boundaries all in the name of trying to keep ourselves from being hurt. In the end they keep us from experiencing all that life as to offer. Free will allows us to be the artist of our lives and to create a life’s work that is uniquely us. We only reach that place of breakthrough when we move past what is comfortable, what is known, what is expected and into the absurd. We must allow the colors to run, to mingle and mix with the colors of others creating new hues and shades.
Poem #20 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month or #OctPoWriMo. The prompt from the OctPoWriMo 2014 website was to write about forgetting something or being late and the stress and anxiety of that. This is what I was able to come up with. Not really about being late or forgetting something but the pain of being forgotten. ~M
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