One of my most favorite books is “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho The line I chose is: “God has a prepared path for us to follow. We just have to read the omens he has left for us.”
Upon My Shoulders
Upon the shoulders of the man there was a feeling firm he thought it was a bad omen it was his true God’s arm He didn’t know how to react for he was slightly scared All he knew was God was there and that he really cared.
In honor of the always-becoming nature of poetry, I challenge you today to select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot, and write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces.
Walking down the aisle, looking at what is to be the rest of your life flashing before your eyes but knowing deep in your heart that you have already pondered it all and you know that the minute you say “I do” there will be no regrets because love conquers all!
My mind turns toward sorrow on even the sunniest of days thinking of the ashes in a cremation urn but the salt water breaks the spell the plants with all their brilliant colors connect my mind Warm hands caressing my back Able to find peace falling asleep only to wake to the fact that eternity is not real and fear of the unknown can be crippling.
The dizain gets us back in the French form domain, which as regular readers know is a favorite of mine. This particular form was a favorite of 15th and 16th century French poets, but it has also been employed in English by the likes of Philip Sidney and John Keats.
There was a time when I knew I loved you My heart broke with the words; lies or truths Never to be known Years passed but the feelings never left Seeing you in a crowd Seeing your smile Feeling your arms around me again Love is rekindled so easily as it never left the heart Until the day you broke it All a farce to break my heart the way I broke yours.
And now, for today’s (optional) prompt. In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about your own road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice.
So many paths crossing each other, some looping around some stopping with a dead end the path ahead of me like the path behind me is trodden with footsteps going in two directions with uncertainty Each path may lead to a brighter endpoint, but each of those paths has routes crisscrossing like tendrils across a beating heart
When I look at my life and think of the path I wonder if choices are like adding in math.
Do your choices remain the same either way waiting for you to come back some other day.
My job and my kids my family, my friends all would be different, a new means to the ends.
Change the arrangement of numbers and names it might still have happened like rules to the games.
With each new decision there comes a fresh prize the prizes awarded would not be here as they are if the game of life were to take a different path who knows what would or would not be.
If I had one wish and you had one too I’d hope that your wish would definitely come true for my wish is done it’s already here I wished for your love and for you to stay near for I love you so and I always will too So here is my love I will give it to you.
Hello, poets! Happy First Day of Na/GloPoWrimo 2021! I hope you’re ready to plunge into a world of similes, metaphors, line breaks, rhymes, meter, and all of the other tricks and turns of the poem-writing trade.
Our featured participant today is Namratha Varadhajaran of Namy Says So, who brings us a poem inspired by and Azetec sculpture and yesterday’s featured poetry reading!
Still Adore Dali
With madness up there in my mind I think about the man who trained my brain to see such things, everything it can.
I never knew him as a friend I wish I knew him then If I could see inside his brain just tell me where and when.
He is a master of the art he is the abstract king With color and his great ideas his art can make me sing.
Oh do you know this magic man of whom I praise like this? His name of Sal was one I wish Could follow my name Chris.