If you ask me how to get to the top
I couldn’t tell you.
While mistakes can be alchemised
transmuting trauma
and forging futures front foot forward
I have also danced upon the edge of despair.
I’ve driven myself mad
deciphering depression
and analysing anxiety.
So while I bask in favourable fortunes
I shan’t look to explain them.
Instead,
I shall enjoy the rippling winds of change
and appreciate the pleasure of this moment.
In today’s penultimate NaPoWriMo poem I’ve opted to use the official prompt.
Odin’s eyepatch showed us
that some windows look inwards
ravenous ravens reveal unseen truths.
Eyelids are curtains for the meditating mind.
Stop.
Breathe.
Discover.
Eyelids are curtains for the meditating mind.
Wait.
Relax.
Fly.
Eyelids are curtains for the meditating mind.
Now open them up,
and show the world your light.
Today I’ve opted to use the Local Gems Poetry Press prompt to delicious results.
Ravioli Dolci,
facendo con amore.
Un piatto in piu’
al banchetto dei Sette Pesci.
La famiglia è l’ingrediente segreto
questo aggiunge aroma a un pasto natalizio.
Probabilmente sara’ molto piu’ figo
perché l’ho detto in italiano.
Today I went with the Local Gems Poetry Press prompt of beginning each line with the same word.
Maybe I haven’t achieved all I wanted.
Maybe roadblocks were mountains as I were pedestrian.
Maybe perseverance is the lesson.
Maybe everything really is random.
Maybe serendipity is broken clocks ceasing in unison.
Maybe trying to understand is another game we play.
Maybe I’m afraid of maybes.
Maybe the guttural chords of regret are echoes.
Maybe echoes are a blessing for those who can hear.
Maybe rumination is a sign that you’ve lived.
Maybe allow yourself to live once more.
Maybe greatness is your heart’s gilded armour.
Maybe splinters see themselves as grand oaks.
Maybe is the space between ideas and experiences.
Photo credit: Edited version of an original image by Woohyuck Jang operating under a royalty free licence.
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