Bravest Moment

on the day when her grandchildren will be sitting on her lap asking for the bravest thing she has done, she will be looking back at this moment.

she’s in no danger. no noise. no death-defying acts. but with peaceful tree-whistles, lullaby-like bird-tunes, embrace-like forest air. and her heart and mind who were both dauntless enough to walk out of a life in the concrete jungle and be with the one she prefers, a simpler, slower life.

she will tell them, for only the brave knows living is not owning. living is making each breath counts. with money or without.

Word count: 100
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For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) June 06. 2017. 🙂

Cloud of Pain

the thing about sadness is
it’s like a thick rain cloud
clogged inside your throat
blocking your breath,
your words,
even your screams.
you want to melt it,
get rid of it,
but it becomes bigger and bigger
choking you further and further.

but the thing about sadness is
when you finally surrender and bask
on its harsh downpour,
its painful drops
will help you grow,
will help you rise,
will help you heal, until
the suffocating cloud
finally bowed, finally bowed.

and the thing about sadness
being a dark rain cloud is it’s
living in a fading permanence.
it will pass.
it will fade.

but you, you are the sometimes defeated
yet always fighting sun.
you will rise again and again,
until no cloud of pain remains.
until no cloud of pain remains.

P.S. This is the poem I mentioned to you, Ameena. 🙂

05.06.2017
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In response to Poetics: Poems that could save your life by kim881.
The challenge is to write a poem to save someone’s life on one of the following themes:
apologies  –  bad hair day  –  bereavement  –  big decision  –  birthday blues  –  career crisis  –  commitment problems  –  divorce  –  does my bottom look big in this?  –  don’t let the bastards get you down  –  first date  –  first wrinkle  –  friendship  –  getting married  – hangover  –  illness  –  insomnia  –  is this relationship going anywhere?  –  is this the real thing?  –  Monday morning  –  money worries  –  moving house  –  parenthood  –  playing away  –  retail therapy  –  rock bottom  –  stressed out  – successfully single  –  when your lover has gone
dverse

 

The Afters

notice how the
verdant blanket
look greener
after a stormy night,

notice how the
sun’s glorious rays
shine extra brighter
after a pitch black night,

notice how your
fragile, fearful heart
beats braver
after losing a fight.

for in failing,
in losing,
we grow.

06.06.2017
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In response to Quadrille #34 by whimsygizmo.
Today, I want you to poem us up a perfect STORM.
dverse

 

 

Alarm

the noisy alarm dings,
like the starting bell of boxing,
another fight,
another day,
begins.

with the routine task
of waking,
eating,
commuting,
working,
eating,
working,
commuting,
eating,
sleeping,
repeat,
repeat,
repeat,

may I not lost
my value,
my worth,
my purpose,
my dreams,

under the haystack
of mundanes
in the world of
routines,

before my life’s
final alarm
rings.

I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song
I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame
I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way
I wanna go where the wind calls my name

05.31.2017
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Buried Deep

her feet buried
in a deep, deep soil of grief
and self-doubt.

a larva cocooned so long,
afraid to break free,
to break out.

until the wind of change
made her shell dance,
wiggle, wriggle,
jiggle, wobble,
shake, bounce.

life’s gonna hurt
but it’s meant to be felt.
come out now,
free yourself,
be brave.

P.S. Another piece inspired by India Arie. This time it’s her song Break the Shell.
Child its time to break the shell
Life’s gonna hurt but its meant to be felt
You cannot touch the sky from inside yourself
You cannot fly until you break the shell
05.10.2017
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In response to Soil poetics by Björn Rudberg (brudberg).
May is here and at least in Sweden it’s when we finally have spring. This is when all the strength of soil and seed spring forth. Every day is just another shade of green.
Today I want you to write poetry about soil. To me soil is both the source of life, and destiny for death. Soil is where we come from and soil you’ll be.
dverse

Tricky Waltz

Tricky Waltz (Inspired by Turning Tables by Adele)

Done with bitter blames and self-shames.
Tired of turning tables and useless games.
She valiantly expose her failures and faults.
Alone she will dance gracefully with life’s tricky waltz.

10.25.2016
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In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly.❤

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Sunday Songs: Desert Song

This is my prayer in the desert
When all that’s within me feels dry
This is my prayer in my hunger and need
My God is the God who provides

This is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flame

This is my prayer in the battle
When triumph is still on its way
I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ
So firm on His promise I’ll stand

This is my prayer in the harvest
When favour and providence flow
I know I’m filled to be emptied again
The seed I’ve received I will sow

All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship


Last week was hellish at work. The coming weeks might be worst because the major event will happen on December 13th. But as this song says, may it be a hellish or heavenly, I will still choose to sing, to worship the good good God who blessed me in ways I will never be able to fathom.

Life surely knows how to knock us down. But my dear, come back stronger. Stand up. Stand tall. We can do this! ❤

Have a blessed week, everyone!
This is my third Sunday Songs with my dearest sister Stella.❤ Join us?🙂
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Shine

Shine (Inspired by Yellow by Coldplay)

Just like the glorious yellow sun,
darling, you are made to shine.
Remember you’ll not remain hidden
among the black-veiled night sky.
Darkest evenings can’t stop you
from rising, rising oh so high.

10.24.2016
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In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly. ❤

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Sunday Songs: Beautiful Things

All this pain
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

There are days when I feel like a filth. Filth of sin. Filth of envy. Filth of hate. But then, He made me wonderfully. Most of all, despite my filth, He embraces me willingly, lovingly. Is there more than I can ask for? None, anymore. ❤

Have a blessed Sunday, everyone!
This is my second Sunday Songs with my dearest sister Stella.❤ Join us?🙂
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Simplicity: An Onda Mel

Don’t wait for someone to tell you
you’re beautiful,
you are soulful.
Your heart and soul are fresh and new.

The truth is as clear as white snow.
Simple or not,
make-up, without,
your real and raw beauty will show.

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In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 30.

The Onda Mel is an invented verse form introduced by Renelda Gibson.

The Onda Mel is:

  • an octastich, a poem in 8 lines made up of 2 quatrains.
  • syllabic, 8-4-4-8-8-4-4-8 syllables per line.
  • rhymed abbacddc.