***This was a combination of challenges…whipped up some artistry here. The top photograph was for Texture Tuesdays w/Narami ( I love the shadows & light you can see). You should try it out. It’s fun looking for different textures. The other photographs were from Cee’s Lookin’ Through Windows. Then I added my own poetic twist for I LIVE POETRY.
I live poetry like a broken heart that walks a lost road through shattered dark that shrinks from receiving any more harm a creature of silent howls that sits and cuts its arms
I live poetry like a broken dream fractured in places hid deep to be seen collecting my parts from a rubbish heap pieces of me like a memory lay round waiting by my feet
I live poetry like a broken mind long twisted throat around it signed for a freedom that no words could make silently gnawing myself to flee this rope in old strands she frays me
I live poetry like a severed tongue incapable faltering screaming head throng vomiting to cease I run on hands and knees to reach that one place where all make sense to me
There I live poetry like I’ve come home I cross that line to find my own it’s where I belong with you mother nature at the heart of the rose
To live Poetry
Inhale the crisp brilliant air
filled with all things fiery and impassioned,
Nature, art, song, words
Pregnant with the seeds of
Love, peace,
possibility and hope
Inspiration oxygen
permeating my blood
and winding its way
through my physical body
deepening into the tissues
Of my soul.
Write it!
This is the beginning of a collaboration poem. How do you LIVE POETRY? It’s a quote I wrote that I want to live by. You can see the original post from July 9th, HERE.
Here are the contributing artists so far. Take as much time as you need and link back to me. I’d love to know how poets live!
Many years ago, while going assisting a friend of getting out of a toxic relationship, I was inspired to write a poem. You see, when a woman is abused, physically, sexually or emotionally, there are scars that won’t heal, like the ones that tell you that you are less than worthy, and no matter who else talks to her of her beauty, even people who know her inside and out, she won’t believe it. She believes she has brought this disgrace and shame upon herself and that she deserves the treatment. Someday, I want to be that mirror that reminds those women of their beauty and reflect true images. Upon reading this to a friend, he remind me that this could hold true for anyone. *
This is a poetry anthology of 20 talented poets. I am blessed to be
part of a project that is inspiring and heart touching and shows transformation.
May you be blessed by it too!
M.Zane McClellan did this amazing video for a collaborative book of Poetry that will be out in August. I feel honored and blessed to have several of my poems included in this awesome project with such great poets. Yay! It’s my first published work, and I can hardly contain my excitement!
Many thanks to Michael who has done such an amazing job on the video and encouraged us to contribute, and to Russ Towne for having the fortitude and patience and talent to put it together.
Information about the publication is on the video.
Much more to come!
My soul is summoned, on barren lands, in the middle of nowhere, alone, it stands, free.
My Soul Summons me to Peaceful surrounds, to Light without sounds, to Love
without Boundaries.
My soul is summoned to answer calls Reverberating through subtle halls Where mankind has dwelt for far too long Deciding what is right and wrong. Step outside, there is no quiz Eternity just simply is.
My soul is summoned on wings to fly
High above an earthly sky
To take flight to a new world
A place with love, peace and flags unfurled
What will be there when you arrive?
Not for you to know, only to thrive.
Trust yourself and be off to explore
It is for you to love and nothing more.
My soul summon me through fire rise cast ash greyed mystery disguised walk no need to hide the eyes what calls to see but cross the water these pawmarks, mine, and most of all, for this to know that I am she, am this, forever soul
Writing Wings For You 