When I inhale the glow of morning light as I awaken from restful slumbers and my lips curl into a grateful smile to the only one who has my number It ignites within the intimate song lain firmly between my lips and my heart proving that hereon nothing can go wrong for the day's already on a good start Shame on me if I recklessly waste it-- God bestowed; not of my own making doubly disgraceful if I try to quit given to me wholly for the taking Aghast, Death stares-- calmy for me waiting Lest I live my one life unrepining *** © 2021 selmamartin.com
Mantras and affirmations help keep me afloat in a world that’s anything but
perfect.
Whatever you do; Wherever you go, Go with your Whole Heart.
My late father instilled this mantra in me, and I swear it has served me well. I take it along everywhere I go. Similarly, an affirmation that I recite upon waking as it encapsulates everything I believe in is
Something extraordinary will happen to me today.
I kid you not– it works wonders!
But in the last two weeks, I find myself aghast: derailed and out of the vortex, like a turtle that someone kicked and left struggling to flip itself over. And in allowing myself to repine, these wise words I swear by have been unable to do their job.
“Why?” I question, dismayed.
I’ve been letting days pass me by– almost disenchanted when hardly a few days ago, in an ekphrastic poem, I reminded myself how we’re made of the same matter as the stars.
Extraordinary is what we are!
I’ll put my frailty to an end. And henceforward, I’m adding those exact wise words to every stumbling block I encounter.
So as a good start, I wrote my second sonnet for the Ragtag Daily Prompt: AGHAST.
For you. For me.
Shakespeare’s sonnets are composed of 14 lines, each written in iambic pentameter and most with the traditional rhyme scheme of the English sonnet: abab cdcd efef gg. In addition, Shakespeare’s sonnets typically have three distinct quatrains, each of which often is constructed with a separate metaphor and a closing couplet that ties everything together.
Thanks for reading, dear friends. I hope you find something here to resonate with.
Feel free to use my thumbnail words to your benefit– share them if you like, and if
you have any words of your own that ground you, bring you back from the land whence those negative emotions spring, please share them with me. I’d love to hear them.
Photo: Image by Prawny from Pixabay
I wish you Miracles.
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Wow Selma! This was worth waiting for! Love the positivity and the note of hope in your verse. Let “aghast death” wait indeed! ❤️
So happy you read and thought it worth waiting for. You light me up like a Christmas Tree with every one of your comments. Thank you. And forgive me that this response is so tardy. Be well, my happy friend. you rock. Blessings.
This is all together so powerful and lovely – truly inspired and inspiring. A footing (mantras) to help lift, to give more light to your wings.
You bless me again. Thank you.
most welcome 🙂