Lucid dreams are dreams, after all-- with omens/signals to offer insight. But Life! Life is precious when it's lived fully awoken: in spirit and foresight. Un-dream to redeem your purpose and 'live' the dream.
© 2021 selmamartin.com (exclusively) Show me proper courtesy if you wish to reblog this, and ask for written permission to repost. Thank you. Do you have a Halloween poem that you wrote and failed to publish? Then I guess that poem is bullying your shadow. Let's do something about that.
© 2021 selmamartin.com (exclusively) Show me proper courtesy if you wish to reblog this, and ask for written permission to repost. Thank you. This is what I learned today: "a Conceit is a comparison whose ingenuity is more striking than its justness” and that “a comparison becomes a conceit when we are made to concede likeness while being strongly conscious of unlikeness." Wow. I wonder how I did...
I love the theme prompt of kindness this week. And I cannot help noticing that like the 'ever-ready' and 'intel-lect inside' (puns), we come with 'kindness inside!' Please enjoy the write up and short syllabic poetry I wrote for you today.
I love to get the exposure, but I know from a stint as an editor of an online pub once that there's a right way and a wrong way of reblogging someone else's words. Please, let's not be tolerant of wrong practices. Words matter.
Fear and Celebrating, both healthy traditions observed at Samhain. Happy Halloween, my friends.
Words are all we have. Speak uplifting words.
Spring has Sprung and spring poetry is blooming everywhere. Especially at Tanka Tuesday's Word Craft. Please take a look. Also, I wish to post my book review here for the Art of Crafting Syllabic Poetry.
© 2021 selmamartin.com (exclusively) Show me proper courtesy if you wish to reblog this, and ask for written permission to repost. Thank you. The Moon this month, a heads-up on the eclipse next month, and sharing more about myself with you. Happy moon-gazing.
Started out trying to write a Shakespearean sonnet, but ended up with a string of Clerihews that sounded like Sonnets. Oh my! Read to see what happened next. Hint: good life lesson.
...because once you stop rushing you'll have time to figure out a lot more. So onward ever, but hurry never.
Most of the time something is blocking the good vibrations from coming in. People out of vortex often feel hopeless, fearful, and annoyed. In this alphabet poem, I envisaged us all finally awakening to a reality that I wish to see in our world. All of us in the vortex. The presence of love is already sweeping away some of the hurtful things that are not of love. Soon love will be the only thing standing. That is the hope.