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NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 12

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I had fun with this one, friends! If you haven’t created a triolet before, try it out. Here’s the NaPoWriMo prompt for the day. And here is my triolet…🌱
πŸŒ³πŸ’πŸŒ·πŸŒ²πŸŒ³πŸŒ²πŸŒ³πŸŒ³πŸŒ²πŸƒπŸ’πŸŒ·πŸŒ³πŸ’πŸŒ·πŸŒ²πŸŒ³πŸŒ²πŸŒ³πŸŒ³πŸŒ²πŸƒπŸ’πŸŒ·

A Triolet For A Spring Evening

Because it is dusk and the light is receding
I’ll speak my heart quickly and be on my way.
I never told you what I was really needing
because it is dusk and the light is receding
and any words you speak may be misleading…
You appear much different in the light of day.
Because it is dusk and the light is receding
I’ll speak my heart quickly and be on my way.

πŸŒ³πŸ’πŸŒ·πŸŒ²πŸŒ³πŸŒ²πŸŒ³πŸŒ³πŸŒ²πŸƒπŸ’πŸŒ·πŸŒ³πŸ’πŸŒ·πŸŒ²πŸŒ³πŸŒ²πŸŒ³πŸŒ³πŸŒ²πŸƒπŸ’πŸŒ·

NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 11

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Today’s prompt over at NaPoWriMo talked about the language of flowers and linked to a Victorian flower meaning archive. Although it was interesting finding out the meaning that the Victorians ascribed to flowers, I feel more moved to write a poem about what flowers mean to me…

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Flowers

Flowers. I have always loved them,
since before I knew what love was.
I just knew they were beautiful, delightful,
alluring, magical, mysterious,
silent jewels receiving the life
they had opened into.
As a child I spent my days outside
and one of my clearest memories
is of a carpet of clover blossoms
and dandelions in my parents’ yard,
glimmering in the bright sun.
I remember picking wildflowers in college
as I hiked the Appalachian trail
and drying them to decorate my dorm room.
I remember buying myself a gorgeous,
lush, big, bright bouquet of roses, lilies
and other cheerful beauties
the first Valentine’s Day after my children’s father
decided his heart was elsewhere.
And just this week my children collected
many spring blossoms to decorate the house;
we had tiny vases and bigger ones
of wildflowers, maple blossoms, flowering cherry,
and maybe a couple of blooms from the neighbors’ yards.
Today I’m on edge because my kids are arguing.
I’d like to become like a flowerβ€”
Still, silent, letting the light open me
to my fullest expression of beauty,
my only purpose in life…

You Are Spring Too

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I’m ready.
Ready for life now.
Like the spring,
jumping up now,
opening now,
blossoming now,
fragrant now.
Wind rustling,
petals scattering,
trees that were pink
two days ago
are now green.
Everything is changing,
and I am part of that change.
my petals will scatter,
my leaves will be green too,
stirred in the breeze
giving music to all the trees.
Now just breathe,
just breathe,
just breathe.
You are spring too.

I Let Go

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The earth waking up all around me
The breeze stirring all the young leaves
and blossoms of every tree.
People cheerful and happy
Light everywhere,
undeniable.
No matter how faithfully
I may have been clinging
to old skeletons,
When spring comes
I’m given hope
that the willingness to die
really does mean
a beautiful rebirth,
and somehow,
I let go.

The Way Flowers Awaken

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It never occurred to me
that this process could be at all gentle,
but now that it is slowly dawning on me,
gentleness is what I want.
I want to transform gradually,
wake up to the light
the way flowers awaken in springβ€”
when the ground softens and warms
and there is no other choice
but to blossom.

Come Alive Spring

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It doesn’t matter how much the winter kills you,
and how dead you are by the end of it,
how pale, how lifeless, how skeletal,
how deeply and quietly you lie
beneath the frozen surface of the earthβ€”
when spring comes,
there is this perennial, irresistible force in you,
that wakes up,
comes alive,
and sighs with the joy and the delight
of living and blossoming,
of rekindling the vital movement
of air in lungs
and blood in veins
and power in voice.
Come alive,
come alive,
come alive again.
Spring is here,
and it’s time to come out of hiding.
Friends,
it’s time to live again,
so wake up,
breathe,
and join me in the garden.
Let’s tend to one another’s blossoming
and celebrate what we grow
in the light of our love and joy.

The Spring Always Returns

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Looking forward,
I’m going to choose my way
instead of having another
humanoid choose for me.
Or better yet,
why don’t I let the power
of the Universe choose for me?
Oh that’s right,
the power of the universe
is within me.
I’m going to gravitate
toward that which feels good,
that which invigorates, renews,
inspires, uplifts
and gives me the experience
of living in the direction of my destiny.
I’m going to trust my intuition to guide me.
I’m going to allow the blossoming,
as naturally as the spring
always returns after winter.

Promise of Spring

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I think I’m ready
to try to pretend
that one day I might
learn to forgive
completely.
I’ll make believe
that one day
I won’t feel like
some part of me
is missing.
Yes, wholesome blessings,
a woman celebrating
wholeness,
holiness,
the month before the 41st anniversary
of her birth
watching the earth
beginning to green
with the promise of spring.

NaPoWriMo Day 13: Sweet Flowers

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All around me the cherry tree rains down its soft white petals
and springtime in full swing dances a harmony of every color.

In the winter time, I close my eyes and dream of white and yellow
crocuses, the first signs of spring and everywhere, sweet flowers.

Now, spring in full bloom, movement, buzzing from buds abounding
I hear the call to blossom myself and listen for a deeper tone resounding.

Something about the sun shining and fat bees hovering on the breeze
as I eat my lunch, everywhere it’s alive, singing in the blinding sun.

No more words. No rhymes. No measure or meter or time.
Just spring and sun and breeze and life and sweet sweet flowers.

 

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At first I wanted to follow the NaPoWriMo prompt for the day. Then I saw that I would need to put a lot more time into choosing a phrase or a group of sounds that bore repeating. Perhaps a ghazal will come tumbling out another time…