Hope is
but a mere
faithful
friend
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Hope is
but a mere
faithful
friend
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Morning Breeze
brings me
Happiness
I have taken a small blogging break. It feels good in this space. Still loving life and dancing to the wind.I’m not quite sure when I’ll blog daily. After-all the wind is magical landing in my ear. Whispering to me write,dance and sing, This is me, doing my weekly Poetry…(all rights reserved2015)
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(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:
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If I
let her go
If I start to trust myself
If Joy is for Living-
laughter is my soul
then-delay the clock
and rest a little while.
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She had crumbled before
throwing hands right above the stippled light.
This time, her eyes were squared
distilling the faintest of frozen dust.
Her thirst was cleaver
anticipating her stage
She could really take flight.
Just,
Tonight.
Give it all you got!
Even if it is just another bust,
Exhale
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I saw one withered creature
begging for an extra soul.
After-all he had spent
fixing damaged hearts
I saw one, without hands and yet he managed to play
the only game he ever knew
and so he begged
his life away.
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Today I saw the rain landings pregnant with drops of love
saturating empty riverbeds
The sky sang
The pinecones swam in the wind
All the while peaty soiled-souls tried to stay alive again.
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It is truly, a honor and an unexpected surprise, to be nominated by two wonderful bloggers; who live in happy worlds where the people are free and so warm and bubbly. These beautiful souls who are: creative,compassionate and humble. The world is better because of strong women like themissiontomars and Fatmawaty.
If you have not check out their work please do. Both of these women have encouraged me in my writing,I say, we are truly writing sisters. I know for certainty our W-P Family is one of the best. I am growing in leaps and bounds as I write.Thank you Fatmawaty and themissiontomars
*2.Rules are layered out below.
*I would like to propose the dates: One Time: Monday Post
*April 13, or April 20, 2015 (Feel free to vary here and there)
Accepting this award, comes alongside the rules :
Rules:
1. Pass the tour on up to four other bloggers.
2. Give them the rules and a specific Monday to post.
3. Answer four questions about your creative process which lets other bloggers and visitors know what inspires you to do what you do.
Q1. WHAT I’M I WORKING ON AT THE MOMENT ?
Q2. HOW DOES MY WORK DIFFER FROM OTHERS IN MY GENRE ?
Q3. WHY DO I WRITE OR CREATE WHAT I DO ?
Q4. HOW DOES MY WRITING/CREATIVE PROCESS WORK ?
4. Compose a one-time post on a specific Monday (date given from your nominator).
*1.Four amazing bloggers that I would like to pass on
3. Answer four questions about your creative process which lets other bloggers and visitors know what inspires you to do what you do.
Q1. WHAT I’M I WORKING ON AT THE MOMENT ?
First and Foremost, Its been two years since I started this blog in (2013) I’d hee-hawed with writing. I got serious and begin to really put in the work. The First-Lady of my Home Church presented the question of blogging my Poetry. Then I realise, my Poetry is worth something.
Currently, for the entire month of April I am following (http://www.napowrimo.net/ ) National Poetry Writing Month.My goal is to post a bit of poetry daily for 30 days. I am also working on my first (ever) fictional novel, “Churched-Out” (in the rewrite stages) I have yet to post any excerpts from this fictional story. Hopefully when the time is right, I’ll bring my blog deeper in the fictional zone of more story-telling.
I am currently recording Poetry and its the most scariest and exciting thing to do on a weekly bases. As I present my work to several platforms of Jazz and Traditional Church, along with Historical Sites. In other words, a Sista can use some sleep…
Q2. HOW DOES MY WORK DIFFER FROM OTHERS IN MY GENRE ?
Welp at heart, I’m a southern girl, who likes good food, jazz,blues and gospel. As a result, I like the sound of ink on paper. I like abstract poetry and clean drama. I gotta get my feelings out! My work is from a womanist perspective; in which I reference my own struggles. I like to re-tell old stories and bring a certain level of passion in my work. Most importantly, I try to keep it short!
I don’t have a whole lot of time, so I gotta make this writing-thing quick, life happens.i.e.(kids,cooking,cleaning,church, me-time )
Q3. WHY DO I WRITE OR CREATE WHAT I DO ?
I write because at the end of the day; maybe I want to let loose or moon -somebody. I could never pull that off real life – so I write to see me. I create Poetry to feel humanity. The ups and downs (on the wagon off the wagon)
I want to stay happy and writing can get me happy…
Q4. HOW DOES MY WRITING/CREATIVE PROCESS WORK ?
This process for me, works after meditation or a good steamy shower. Most times, if I could write naked – I would. (laughing out loud, because I just told on myself) Although it appears, when the moon and I are up together, I can just flow. My writing works when I’m honest with myself. I become vulnerable to discover what’s really happening on the inside. ( like talking in the mirror) Then that space is clear and I can create.
*4. Compose a one time post:
I was given the date April 6,2015 Here I am!
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Dangerously happy,
flying with fireflies
And fiery-winds,Soaring above,Sun’s mindful speed
Beyond thee anchored
wine stained doors
pass that “Great Abyss”
If ever I could hold one prickly round star
but for a moment,
touch a holy-thing.
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A thousand clouds
dance with fire
in tribes
of peace
Krissy Mosley Ministries 