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National Poetry Writing Month – Let’s snap our fingers and wax poetic
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Footprints in the sand ~ remixed

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Photo courtesy of Chytrausphoto via Instagram

Hip Hip Hooray!  What was once lost is now found! 

My house is kicking into high gear, anticipating the beginning of school and sports.  Not only are my children going back next week, but so am I!  I have been attending classes part time at a local community college for 2 semesters now, and with God’s blessing, I’ll be graduating with an Associates in Communication in the Spring.  Definitely something to look forward to!

We also have been blessed to celebrate several birthdays since my last post, including my daughter turning 15!  My head is still reeling from that one…lol. 

In the process of all these preparations and celebrations, I have been cleaning out supply drawers and hard drives.  Clearing out all of the reports from last semester, I found an old folder of my poetry.  I was amazed at what I have written in the past.  Some of it was truly boring!  But I was melancholy about where I was emotionally and spiritually.  Some of the poems sad, some happy, some vengeful.  All of them are true to the place of my heart, at the time.  Writing has always been my only real release…the only place where I can place my real feelings without guilt or consequence…and know that God still sees it, even though I didn’t speak it.  With every poem, a piece of me was grafted onto a slice of solace, to be archived for my hearts time capsule.

But I am at the point where I want to release even further.  So I’m going to share not just blog posts, but poems as well.  I admittedly don’t write poetry like I used to, but in sharing these poems, I’m hoping to rekindle the flame.  And through this process, please feel free to leave me feedback, good or bad or otherwise.  I promise I won’t be upset at any constructive criticism!

~this first one was inspired by a friends vacation photo, of the beach…mixed with another friends excitement over the moment he fell in love… hope you enjoy!

Footprints in the sand, remixed

 So beautiful she sits,

a shadow in the midst

of the son

~ and that she truly is.

Suns setting, waves crashing

Warm sand between our toes

Didn’t expect this weekend

to get to this.

Such intimacy

captured in a glimpse.

She turned to me,

hair 10 ways to the wind,

and handed me her scissors.

See, she’s a creative and crafty one.

Bag lady to some,

but in those bags are gifts galore.

And her smile indulges me even more.

She looked at me

With an intense stare and said,

“I want you to cut my hair.”

A moment passed as I pondered

Her odd request in a daze

But she never once broke her gaze.

“You see, I’m going ‘natural’

See all this new growth,” she giggled

as she fluffed her hair affectionately.

“But the ends are relaxed, dying.

With you I sense new beginnings,

new breathe, new life, thriving.

Cut away the dead ends

So we can move forward to

being more than just friends.”

Though I know nothing of cutting hair,

Her trust in me, her face, her eyes,

her prophecy over our lives,

made her request undeniable.

As I sat with her wrapped in my arms,

scissors in hand,

she sighed deeply and laid against my chest,

cradled to my heart.

I didn’t know how to do

what she wanted me to do.

And maybe she could tell.

She simply took my hand

and said, “Let God guide you”.

Is this the lesson?

As I cut away inch after inch,

praying for God’s guidance,

watching this woman yield to my hand,

which is yielded to His,

I simply fell in love.

~~~

Hope you enjoyed that!  Stay blessed friends! 😉

NaPoWriMo ~ Day 12 ~ Journalistically me

Day 12!! What I call the venting prompt. I had to narrow down my victim target subject. Lol. I went for the easy draw… My grandparents! They raised me, and I love them to no-end. But

I just wish they would have let me pick my own path, instead of the road most frequently traveled. But alas, I am grown now, trying to put away the shattered dreams of my childhood.. 😉

Here it is…

Journalistically me

Why couldn’t you just let me be
Me?

I was never bold enough to ask if
Into the future you could see.

I trusted that you knew what was
Best
And the good Lord would take care
Of the rest.

But I know now that the first thought was wrong,
At least in part, cuz you gave me a great start.

But you could have let me sing my own song

Let me be
Journalistically me

I know there’s a lot of savoir faire
Chasing stories and headlines from here to there

And in your time being a journalist was a different climate.
But here I stand ready to climb it!
Yet you say no.

Accounting is good, thats the way you should go.
My spirit screamed ‘No!’
but I’m obedient..so…

It is what it is
And here I am

Trying to reclaim the dream I once had
A writers life really isn’t that bad!

NaPoWriMo ~ Day 11 ~ No Tanka for me

I have literally been stuck on creating a Tanka…with no success. Got 2 lines on the notepad and my brain went blank. Then life got a little crazy. The last two weeks are kind of a tangled technicolor blur…lol.

As I’m typing, I’m sitting in a hospital room with my fiancé. He has a history of seizures and had another one this morning. (He’s ok, they’re just running the usual tests.) Funny how life works.. One second life is rushing you through your paces and in the next, life will put you in a complete standstill.

So since I’m anchored for awhile, I can finally write and post some things. It’s feeling very therapeutic right now. 😉

Since I couldn’t accomplish the Tanka, I just let Poet speak. Here’s what she said…

This shouldn’t be

I shouldn’t love you.
Be
In love with you.

I shouldn’t think about
You
The ways that I do.

You deeply touch my
Heart
And I smile.

Those fleeting moments
Stay
In my head for a long while.

And I want you in my
Arms
But the harm that would cause

It always makes me
Pause
And withdraw

Can only take the pain of
Leaving
In fleeting gilded moments

We both know that this is
Hopeless…

NaPoWriMo Day 10 ~ The Natural

This challenge was fun for me. The challenge for Day 10 was to do an unlove poem. My poem was inspired by my challenge with going natural and by one of my favorite poems, ‘The Raven’ by Edgar Allen Poe.

The Natural

You used to be welcome in my home.
We had a fond relationship
And I was lonely when you would roam

I used to embrace your presence
Visit you religiously
You were the epitome of my essence

Now I can’t tolerate the sight of you
So harsh and vicious.
Forgive us Father, We know not what we do

The way you burn me, scar me
The seething pain
As a child I remember the tears falling like rain

But I’m all grown now
No longer so vain
I’ve learned to live without you, Relaxer, some way, somehow

Natural beauty is all I want
Soft curls bouncing to the beat of the world
But from the shelf you still taunt

From way down the aisle
Calling my name as if I’m an addict
Reaking havoc
With your tainted smile, you beguile

But I will not be victim to you anymore,
Qouth The Natural, ‘Nevermore.’

NaPoWriMo Day 9 ~ All of the lights

So here is my Noir for the Ninth. I totally got stuck on this one. I was feeling like I had a Kanye West flow…and then it just disappeared. Lol! Tell me what you think and share any suggestions you may have. I could use the help!! Lol

All of the lights

Bright spectacular
Kaleidoscope vernacular
Electric atmosphere
I just love being here
Deep in the city
so lost in the night
Watching wandered souls
take flight

NaPoWriMo Day 8 ~ #ScandalObsessed

So the spiritual theme is on hold..lol. Just for a lil bit! I was ‘Scandal’ously inspired for the day 8 prompt to do an eight line Ottava Rima. Here it is!!

#ScandalObsessed

It’s become my weekly fix
And I guess I’m somewhat obsessed
With that handsome man named Fitz
And how he has Liv so possessed
She’s so acute when he’s not in the mix,
But so lost when their undressed.
Grab the wine and light the candle,
It’s time for Scandal 😉