Welcome friends! Where has your soul summoned you?
I’d love to know what’s on your heart and let’s put
that goodness out to the universe!
This collaboration will be open until next Friday. Leave
me a comment, and I will add it to the poem. You get your very
own color!
If you want to just the anaphora for a separate entry, you can just link it back to this blog. I’m excited to hear your beautiful words!
Enjoy! Marie
A most lovely poet at Forgotten Meadows has started a collaborative poem trend, two of my favorite things, poetry and collaboration! So, in honor of her, and to see what juicy words come, here is my starting phrase: “My Soul is Summoned…”
Isn’t it a curious phrase? What is your soul summoned to do?
It will be open until next Friday, the 27th, and I will make sure your contribution is posted in the order it comes. I look forward to seeing your “magic.” And hearing what you are summoned to do.
Happy poeting…(yes, poetry is an action!)
My Soul is Summoned
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
CONTRIBUTORS: Me, Forgotten Meadows, Booknvolume, Rob McShane, Phoenix Tears Healed
Many people think I am the teacher; but honestly, when you are the teacher of five and six year olds, you become the student because they really understand what’s truly important in life. Remember the joy my friends….watch through their eyes.
Taste of Joy
Lessons from a Five Year Old
All that is significant in life is
The here and now,
What I am doing this very moment
Is the most important thing
And it has all my attention.
If I am painting,
There is no worry for where the paint splatters.
The joy comes from the act of getting it on the canvas,
Spattering, spilling, splashing,
Sloshing and galoshing,
As long as the colors are swished and mixed on the page.
If the music moves me,
Get up and move!
Drum beats on a desk
Scarves in a box
A rhythm from the world outside
Are all grounds to stop whatever I’m doing
And honor the composition.
A friend can pop up anywhere, anytime,
And there is no care
Names are not noted.
Wherever our imaginations takes us
Is the name of our game.
Life is simple.
Life is joyous.
Time stands still and waits for me.
For all you out there who are God’s messengers. Keep fighting the good fight.
The Messenger
Look out across
the massive field of
red bulbous tulips,
the same two foot tall structures
row after row.
And you,
lone tulip,
head held
one blossom
higher than
the others.
You,
face tilted
heavenward,
soaking in
God’s secret messages,
and piping them
to the earth.
You,
His messenger,
Remember this
When the sun
beats upon
your tiny shoulders
and you grow
weary of
it’s weight,
may you
find
the strength
to last
a little longer,
for the world needs your healing power.
@writingwingsforyou
Writing Wings For You 