Your periwinkle eyes,
were focused like a needle
on the storefront window.
So,
in that Summer gleam,
we made memories that seem
impossible to beat
When we ate sourdough,
And danced;
light as a cloud,
as we spread our joy
down that street.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
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Your periwinkle eyes,
were focused like a needle
on the storefront window.
So,
in that Summer gleam,
we made memories that seem
impossible to beat
When we ate sourdough,
And danced;
light as a cloud,
as we spread our joy
down that street.
— Using the image —
{TRIGGER WARNING: Resources below}
The Angel’s blue glow,
surrounds everything I know
And instills a feeling in my chest —
Sweet promises of safety
and rest.
And within the blue glow,
There’s a fire that I know;
Your soul is at its best.
The glow of Acceptance
brings peace to this empty Nest.
Emotions swirl,
as my thoughts curl,
around the truth of you.
The night is long,
as my heart’s song,
beckons across this view.
I wish we were building fortresses anew,
and finding solace and reverie in two —
Instead,
I float alone;
lost in sullen waves,
consumed by the
endless
panoramic view.
~ Using the text prompt ~
Styled as an Acrostic.
N ot
O mnipresent;
R eality
M ay
A lternate
L argely due to privilege(s)
”not omnipresent – reality may alternate; largely due to privileges”.
Quotes:
1. “Normal is an illusion. What’s normal for the spider is chaos for the fly” [The Adams Family, Mortica]
2. H.J’s views (#authorHJ): LINK
— Using the text prompt: walking without the word ‘walking’ —
A stroll through the garden,
A hike through the forest;
Meandering through lifetimes,
beneath nature’s beauty and a chorus.
Our souls are porous
to the wonders
of all that has been seen.
And as we sashay through this instance,
I delight in watching your eyes gleam.
– from the image –
Your plan to escape,
was thwarted by the wheels of Fate;
For songs are capsules of memory,
and you find her,
in every melody.
Souls speak in stillness —
every silence is loud,
Beneath distractions,
every whisper,
is your hearts voice;
All too proud
to proclaim,
the love you put to shame
As you run through your day,
seeking new forms of play…
Plus lines from the book: THE GIFT OF ADULT A.D.D
By: Lara Honos-Webb, page 221.
You hide your peaks and valleys from me;
Afraid of all the unsightly things I may see.
And yet,
I only bloom with glee…
On your peaks,
I see you shining,
I see your growing
and your climbing
Reaching all the joys you deserve to have,
Cherishing all the warmth you were gracious to grab.
And in your crevices,
I see
the depths of love you hold for me;
The boundless zest
and the peace that gives Harmonious rest.
My love,
Be free!
There is only peace,
where you see travesty…
In what you hide,
you protect a vibe,
A pulsing treasure that’s a pleasure to see.
A Holy gift,
that the world longs for
And needs you to Be.
So,
In your crevice,
please know this —
“The world needs your gifts /
and your world needs you to stop beating yourself up /
playing small,
and feeling guilty about what you cannot do”.
~ [Text Prompt: repeating lines]
I’ve tried my best ~
Aching to see you,
I wonder what could be
the catalyst for your heart
to gently reach for me.
Aching to see you,
I know it’s been too long,
since your mind found peace,
since your soul has reached the dawn.
An aching to see truth,
is where the rest will start;
For the ache is only Glory
— An invitation to see[k] the truth in you[r] own heart ✨
– From the Image –
Wings on the wall,
like Icarus amid the fall.
Their ominous call beckons a warning –
An ode to every mourning,
Of times both grand and small.
The wings on the wall,
strike a memory for all,
And we’re forced to confront a yearning –
To give life to dreams,
And peace to questions burning.
Icarus begins to fall;
It’s up to us –
We’re the Sun!
See the Truth of it all.
Hi, all! Cheers!~
I appreciate the chance to be here for a third season – I look forward to this, annually. My best wishes are extended to all of you, from Canada with my coffee!
Background: I’ve been writing since my teens and have published 5 books of varying genres, over 7 years. I also enjoy some freelance work as a book reviewer , am studying within the mental health sector and am very proud of my merch store.
Take care!
I applaud all of you for your efforts; it’ll be an adventure!
I know we’ll get through this; the beautiful art we make will be worth it.