Feelin’ the Groove in September #dVerse #quadrille
Poetry for September: Go bananas, Get your groove on Fall, I Luv ya' Life is groovy...
Poetry for September: Go bananas, Get your groove on Fall, I Luv ya' Life is groovy...
Zoom out, and listen to the silence talk back, relinquish your need to distract. With aplomb, serenity, and slowness observe yourself from above. Speak if it improves the silence but slowdown, hurry up...
Oral Poetry. Oh, yes, I like this. Hope you enjoy this one too. And the squanderer reforms his old ways...
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My first attempt at Gogyohka Poetry. We're talking Lullabies today. This lullaby is composed of star and moon dust. For you. Good night. Sweet dreams.
If wooden gates could talk, what stories would they tell? These stories are also stored in hearts that never forget. Hope you enjoy the poem that came through me today. Happy shelling.
Hiraeth: Nostalgia that is closer to Sehnsucht (German) and Saudade (Portuguese). Creative non-fiction. Hope you enjoy my childhood story of longing. Saudade.
In two decades of decadent living I'd banished all remembrances of the past But the house that I ran from came ghosting Nudging me to go visit one last time…
Life is Expedition where we decide the cadence and try to match it to the frequency of how we want things to go. We do this by monitoring our path. Internally, mainly, as that's the only path we can control. May we all be ready to cross bridges without judging and controlling. Happy Expeditions to all.
Here's a trio of proverbs weaved into a short poem. Don't lose hope-- the road leads somewhere you need to be. And don't be stunted by streams: choose simplicity; the shallowest spot, and cross over. Advice for life: You're right where you need to be.
Everything I do in the garden is fun. I smile a lot then. But then the next day... but then I remember, that the flowers are the custodians of the smiles I cannot make shine in the morning, and that I can collect those smiles from the garden where I left them. I wish you smiles. I wish you miracles.
A fun Etheree for Tanka Tuesday that asks help to bloom into my purpose. And if I don't mend my selfish ways, I deserve to be hurled to the moon, never to return. Imagine that! Thanks for reading.