Tag Archives: water.spirit

Over Me:

trees wet

Wash me

rivers of love

like tiny rose petals

budding underneath

tapered  fields

Wash me

bare

my imperfections

with the tides

Healing storms in my pocket

deeper and deeper still

Wash me…

Visionariekindess2015  (Image by Malisha Goggans)

Embracing the spring:

blue bird

(free google image)

Maybe I’m breaking through my own soil. Finding the balance to live holistically healthy in spirit, mind and body. I am giving birth to a new me with the possibility of embracing happiness. I am here to experience love, and joy. The contrast of pain and sickness I am fully aware: in a world where dying is the end result, I still choose life. My launching pads are set, ready to journey deep into waters. I don’t have all the answers, yet something beckons within, holdout my fishing line and be ready for goodness to overflow.

http://www.writeforhealing.com/stories-by-you/2015/8/19/new-waters

Send me (Day 30 NaPowrimo

Ode my spirit

strumming

chimer -ing straws of memories

I was called here

bumming rides on-wombs of mercy

Ode spirit – shivering greatness -in birth

Ham-bone and grinning

Junes’  Snow

Blueberry oak

Expanding in Milk and Honey

Ode spirit,

I’ve come…

I’ve come, home.

Day Thirty

Safety (Day 29,NaPoWriMo

Ivory Gull Svartnes harbour Vardø march22nd 2015 in flight over water sign © Amundsen Biotope

(Free google image)

His hat hung just above the tiled brow.

Formerly he wore his best,

High altered pursuit -Ivory Grey

Drinking -dusty winds

Perching, gently its blue-ish bill.

Practicing his craft on human-rubbish

Gliding his hallowed cry – eeeer.

Against  ghetto ‘s, sand-dunes,war zones and cliffs too 

Robotic faces shhing  feathered hands

 still on he came,

Proudly, shaking the bear,

Resiliently, greeting lion cubs,

Flying parallel with each blustery storm.

Protected by the universe, Mr. Sea Gull.

Today I did not follow the prompt, I’ve gone my own way. I meet a beautiful friend today and thought I’d share my feelings. National Poetry is coming to a close.I felt much pressure writing. I’ve enjoyed each fresh rhythmic line. I have much to be thankful for. Writing is my water,my glass-slippers to the ball.My healing. Writing is my friend. All Rights Reserved 2015.

Please check out NaPoWriMo here for today’s prompt if you like:

Day Twenty-Nine

 

Growing Day 27) Napowrimo- Variant Haiku

Tranquil #1Planting

tree space

in my soul.

Tilling

watered holes

turning over anew.

Gardening

inward growth

preparing for harvest.

As (April )National Poetry Month is quickly passing- I am blessed today with all goodness and kind words, flowing on my blog and others(such positive goodness) . Please visit if you haven’t

Day Twenty-Seven

The dedication bloggers have-its in our blood. I understand this habit of writing and sharing. As (my grand) daddy would say  Howdy-“keep milking the cows,chase a hens or two that’s good livin!”… I am thankful for this space to write. There is nothing more beautiful,when I look around and see love…

And today’s prompt – optional, as always — comes to us from Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem. For example, you could write a hay(na)ku sonnet, like the one that Vince himself wrote back during NaPoWriMo 2012!

Happy writing!

Mercy Seat

In the attic my sanctuary
under the mercy seat
enchanted voices blossom
I hear you calling me, through the gates of praise
                             Into the holies of holies
                             I’ll find me,here I stand,
                             I belong with you,
                             No more excuse,I laid it down
So here I stand under the mercy seat,
you are my only guide ,my inner source
you in me and I in you

Humble Sense

Black Waters Spice,

You do something nice,

A comfy currant with cinnamons and cayenne.

Inside my Low-days,

Fishy-grey thoughts.

I do blame,

wash away with Lavender & Sage.

My black waters spice

I found my happy, smells good too…

To the Pen…

I write to keep my rhythm and string.Sometimes Its all I have, while life abandon’s me.Centering all my  ticks and tocks.Cultivating these itchy thoughts. A healthy word a day keep the demons at bay. Regenerating word-cells ; if it were not for writing I would be alone.

Poet:Krissy Mosley