'The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.' - William Blake Tag with #imagination and share.
Do you know that the word IDYLLIC means l.extremely happy, peaceful, or picturesque.
Use the word IDYLLIC in a sentence and post it in the comments below.
'There was no answer, except the general answer life gives to all the most complex and insoluble questions. That answer is: one must live for the needs of the day, in other words, become oblivious.' - Leo Tolstoy Tag with #oblivious and share.
Do you know that the word GINGERLY means . in a careful or cautious manner.
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thin sliver of the crescent moon high up the real world'
- Robert Kelly
The lune is also known as the American Haiku. It was first created by the poet Robert Kelly. After much experimentation, he settled on a 13-syllable, self-contained poem that has 5 syllables in the first line, 3 syllables in the second line and 5 syllable in the final line.
Unlike haiku, there are no other rules. No need for a cutting word. Rhymes are fine; subject matter is open. While there are less syllables to use, this form has a little more freedom.
'Until a seed falls to the ground and dies, it does not become a tree that later yields many fruits and multitude of seeds. We must embrace the thought of death for us to have greater lives.' - Sunday Adelaja
'I simply can’t look into the heavens on a crisp starry night and somehow bring myself to believe that the gaping expanse that engulfs the whole of me is the product of chance happenstance. And neither can I believe that the gaping expanse that rests within me is anything less.' - Craig D. Lounsbrough
There's a bloom of Jasmine in my backyard. The kind that thrives at night. I bought her last month. Each morning, I water her. Each night, she blossoms.
She greets me with a delightful fragrance, and I tell her of our stories. I remember only the good things, I tell her, quoting Elio. And she beams.
I tell her of your voice, and how perfect my name sounds, spilling from your lips. I tell her of the way we laugh, stealing glances instead of breaths. I tell her how beautiful the sunlight seems, falling on your face, and how dazzling, feels the light that reflects your smile.
I tell her how your hair, to me was the softest thing in the world. I tell her how your touch, was purer than rain. I tell her how you disliked monsoons, because it disrupted your game. And I tell her how you stayed, in the rain with me anyway.
I tell her how your eyes, grazed my soul in a way no one else dared. I tell her of your grace, how you defined elegance. I tell her of your kindness, how deeply you understood the world, and I tell her how we swayed, to the melody of our favourite song.
I smile wildly at the memories, and she, shines back. I pray she doesn't sense, the sadness within.
She wraps me in her perfume, and sings me to sleep. I'm a desolate vessel, trying too hard, to spread happiness lest, it ever come to me.
The full moon schelps the balcony To the sky and the song hearkens me. You flump on the couch in the living room And I see you past the clouds With a cursed liquid in a glass. You don't match my eyes And when you do They don't belong to you As much as they did a few tik-toks back.
The crescents, waxing and waning Cut me some slack For you enshroud behind the wardrobe door, Take a shot of some wicked liquor And slur to bed in a heartbeat. The three taps of feet And your rhythmic breaths later I purloin a 100 from your pocket And pray tomorrow a bottle in that Mystique cupboard will disappear.
The night moon was competent, Half black and half white. The midnight called for your words And you slurred them and told me How I'll look breathtaking in a wedding dress someday And fell asleep on the couch. The 21 steps to your room with your hands around my shoulder And your slurs that I learned by heart, a first quarter heart.
The third quarter knocked on the door of the stunning lady that came every night With semi circled white earnings and some silver freckles. You took shot after shot, tossed the food away. The salt is never accurate, you said, I don't mean anything to you, you said, I can leave today and you won't tell the threshold to hold me back you said But I still took 21 steps and wrapped you in the bedsheets of the bed, half white, half black.
I direct my footsteps to my room, Somedays I'm tired of the gibberish talks And hallways reeking of alcohol. I heard the screeching of tables And the bookshelves of fables fell down in the dusty corner No one to pick it up, or pick you up from the floor. I sit next to you, bandage your bloody nose You tell me you are fine And I looked into your oblivious eyes. Maybe you won't come to my graduation Or drive me on the first day at work And won't remember my birthdays. So I took the 21 steps with love One last time.
And today is the new moon That sucked all the brightness from my heart And from your eyes and evanesced. I stand on some balcony And moon won't take me To the sky to jump on constellations And change the galaxies To peep in your living room from the clouds. The stars twinkle but don't reflect your face, You preferred an abandoned corner With a glass of some cursed dry gin.
---------------------- Alcohol addiction is something that can destroy you completely and has some deep deep effects on your loved ones. Don't be an alcoholic, please. ----------------------
I guess all us writers have these moments. Don't we?
I watched the sunset slightly purple and orange in the distance I thought about how the moon now, will drown hundreds in its thoughts how the night would lure everyone in its peaceful lullaby and how the stars will inspire poems
with a pen in my hand, and a blank paper staring back I didn't write anything I just watched into the silence and it spoke so much to me.....
Thank you so much @mirakee for reposting It means so much to me❤❤
Here's my entry for my 'Word Invention Wednesday' challenge. This is a piece I wrote back in January 2017. The word I invented was 'sereptitude.' In order to qualify for the @mirakee daily challenge, I've added an additional stanza which includes today's challenge word: 'multitude.' Thank you for reading. Blessings, Carolyn