Beauty floats on top
Life bubbles beneath the surface
a sense of surprise
Im not even getting many opportunities to write haiku at the moment. I still have friends in this blogging life that I am grateful for and I miss.
I hope YOU are doing well and that your creativity flows whether here or elsewhere.
I am always aloft on the moon or elsewhere.
I’m always grateful for YOU because each of you encouraged me to keep looking for shells…
Hidden treasure
shoreline of dispersed memory
I found you
I just read a blog by a blogger who was really pressing down on herself for feeling that things are so bad. They are and they are not. It’s a matter of perspective.
BUT…
Something that helps so much is expression.
Blogging, art, writing are all forms of media that help us keep from that tipping point.
When I was very active on Social Media (sorry guys I am all over the world at the mo and so blogging is really a back door thing) I was meeting people coming out of Alcoholism, attempts at suicide, a divorce that drove the person batty…
there is that place to go to splash paint and get it off the head and heart.
And there is always prayer…
Reverse Thunder
I hear thunder in the distance
rolling onward like the waves
gaining power it surges forward
and like a child I am afraid
flash and pounding ever stronger
seconds now and it will hit
dark the clouds and growing closer
blowing fragile tree to bits
it has stopped and hovers o’er me
a distinct voice of one I love
in the whispers it is calming
begging help from God above
*
Its a wild ride
this blogging thing
with just a pen
hopefully a brain
we hope and pray
for some success
with all these words
it’s just a mess
I wish you well
as you begin
tales and fantasies
for children spin
*****
Moondustwriter celebrates 10 years of blogging on Word Press. This poem celebrates the years and the people I have met in the Blogsphere.
As this posts, I will be in Africa doing what I love – teaching the children I write for. 10 years ago this was only a dream now this is an amazing reality.
Thank you Word Press for giving artists, writers, poets a place for venting, a place to fly…
To those of you who have encouraged me to not give up (you know who you are) I’m sending a bouquet of Thank Yous!!!
I seek the approval of…
a lover
a friend
an intellect
a poet
an artist
Hopelessly flawed
no one to
gaze
into my eyes
at the stars
share…
life
dreams
todays
tomorrows
Come write a …
symphony
a treatise
a legacy
a love song
Can anyone find me???
***
he loved her so
cold winter solitude
lost in the night
***
Moondustwriter celebrates 10 years of blogging on Word Press. This is an archived poem from the first month (with some changes). Poetry is cathartic and I hope anyone who needs to blow off steam finds the outlet in writing.
As this posts, I will be in Africa doing what I love – teaching the children I write for. 10 years ago this was only a dream now this is an amazing reality.
Thank you Word Press for giving artists, writers, poets a place for venting, a place to fly…
To those of you who have encouraged me to not give up (you know who you are) I’m sending a bouquet of Thank Yous!!!
Rush, rush, rush
work, write, shoot
my photos my words are a jumble
a mad snail’s pace
I’m crazed
it’s just another phase
in the blogging universe
I recently joined photo crowd where there are some incredible photographers. Why do I do it? I dont know but I’m off to the races for another photo competition
Kind-hearted people
displaced by war
twenty five years of waiting
return to ancestral land
centuries of farming
the earth welcomes
dance steps echo
stars harmonize
our adopted family
Acholi – filled with Grace
Today is the beginning of the A to Z Challenge. It is no challenge to share the beauty of Uganda in particular the Acholi people (Northern Uganda). I dedicate this month of poetry to my dear “family” in Gulu!
Everyone is welcome to join the month long A to Z blogging challenge. It’s a great way to meet fellow bloggers.
Thank you A to Z team for hosting another year!!!
Sky tears fall like buckets
observing from a glass tower
lightening tests the glass
while thunder reverberates
trembling people look for assurance
there is none as the walls tumble
What do you when it’s raining buckets?
listen for her voice
spring blossoms leave too soon
dusty memory
I went to a blogger’s site this week and she was gone. There was a sadness I felt because I enjoyed her work. So often we cross paths with people and we never get the chance to say “goodbye.”
To each of you in the blog world: Your words touch me and others – for that I am grateful!!!
Here are some A to Z folks with words to enjoy this day:
you placed a plastic bag over my mouth
“breathe deep, you will feel much better”
I trusted each of you in my darkest hour
“don’t breathe,” I heard the warning too late
I was sucked dry
my creativity stolen
you walk on broken shells of what was never yours
This poem is for all the people who have been hacked, had their ideas, art or writing stolen. Your work is white washed with a fresh name placed on top. You lose less than the thief.
Sayling Away
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
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