This post is in response to this weeks prompt on The Reverie to write about the weather. A thousand ideas have been swirling through my mind like a howling windstorm after reading the prompt and yet this little haiku is all that made any sense on paper. Hey, sometimes you can over complicate these things so kept it simple! ~M
This poem was written in response to the Wordle Me This #2 prompt on the Reverie Journal where each word above in bold italics was used from the list. to be transparent I did leave out two of the words … oh well!
The poem above is my submission this week to The Reverie Journal based on the Kongos music prompt from Hastywords. I attempted to write the poem in sync with the rhythm of the chorus from the song, what do you think?. In addition this is poem number 29 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month. Thanks for reading! ~M
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
This was written in a free-write frenzy following a long 4 days of a training event that I and my staff organized for over 150 employees. Not sure where I was going with this other than dealing with the enormity of the life experience and I am very tired even as I write these words. This is poem 17 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo, and a submission to the prompt supplied by The Reverie Journal to use the words above in italicized maroon, a wordle poem if you will.
It was a beautiful song, that unexpectedly came along.
A jagged knife in his heart; is where the end all starts. The ache inside lingers still; death is life’s toughest pill. He willingly drank the warm nectar; as demons laughed at the specter. Seeing her lay so still and ashen white; no breath and eyes void of sight. Evil giggles and celebrates; thinking it’s won this round of fate. He stares in silent misery, wondering if he, she is able to see. The razor fangs of fate sunk deep; taking what he held but could not keep. Remains the memories of days; two tortured souls, one could not stay.
It was a beautiful dance, that all happened by chance.
Poetry, creative writing and a desire to inspire..... Isaiah 40: 31 But they who wait upon the Lord will get new strength. They will rise up with wings like eagles. They will run and not get tired. They will walk and not become weak..