Two Sides #poetry #heat #2faces

I was Janus once

a shiny side

a muted side

put all happiness aside

It wasn’t me

it certainly wasn’t you

for one day I was famous

then a hot wind blew it away

I spun the coin

heads or tales

to be or not to be

there’s no answer to the question

but there are always two sides

The prompt for Reena’s Xploration 231 is to reflect on the Poem “How to Be Alone by Padraig O Tuama

Reflect on How to Be Alone

Tattoo Pain #writingchallenge #poetry

name over a name

golden are trees memories

blood from broken heart

Joining in on Steve Slack’s writing prompt The Write Photo. Based on the photo write a haiku or a story in 55 words.

Ripple #poetry #children

swishing water

all around

waves of colour

splashing sound

child’s smile

in the sun

rays of light

lapping fun

Observing children live life is one of the most calming and rewarding of activities. Watch a child play today…

Under the Same Sun #poetry #atozchallenge #tribute

moderators, old timers, just starting out

sharing one common thing

the month of April

in some places Spring

writers, poets, students, experts, bloggers

laugh, compose, take pictures, sigh

community for a month

until 2023 it’s goodbye

but wait hold that thought

learned, grew, took awhile

misplaced your pen

found your smile

Each year without fail I meet some amazing people and their writing / blogging is awesome too!

This 2022 is not exception because it is A to Z.

it slowly rose

displayed yellows, orange, reds

setting for another year

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it’s that easy

Criss Cross #poetry #prompt

standing in a corridor

just too many feet

ebb flows with humanity

no elemental beat

cross contamination

no notes neatly on a scale

standing in obscurity

life colourless and pale

shadows move around me

where do they all go

dissonant, yes empty

I stand before all woe

Prompt from Reen’a Exploration

Priceless her tears #ukraine #mothers #poetry

they fell from pools

frozen lake in winter

saved in buckets

As a mother I can’t imagine the daily turmoil that mamas with children are experiencing in Ukraine.

Grace

a word broad and wide

grasp at undeserved beauty

little girl revived

A week ago a Sudanese refugee girl was in a coma – no answers. it just happened. A week later she was awake. Here name – Grace.

Grace is “unmerited: mercy, kindness, and patience” like the free gift given by Jesus.

The Missed Poem #poetry #blogging #friends

Like a cherry blossom

you fluttered on my cheek

with a waft of fragrance

the smell of pink

you lingered for a day

perhaps it was two

tried to catch up

with the poem and you

you vanished with the sunset

you flickered out of sight

no sign of the poet

you had taken flight

Reflecting on a dear talented poet Jackie Dick who passed several years ago. We met in the blogsphere and I am glad we had a cherry blossom moment. This poem is dedicated to her and other poets who have taken flight.

Creativity Heals #art #depression

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

*

Reverse Thunder

whispered prayers become a shout

God listens

Wait

See Me? #poetry #uganda #children

I lost my place

my finger couldnt hold

the place in the book

the story that it told

can’t count the days

my fingers arent enough

I play in the dirt

instead of learning stuff

teach me anything

I listen from my heart

I love when you read

we all enjoy the art

dont leave me in the dirt

my clothes begin to stink

challenge my mind

teach me how to think

So many children have been held back from education. In Uganda school is such a privilege. Education helps men and women achieve their dreams.