If you ever feel lost don’t forget where you are. This earth is your home with its guides near and far. You can follow the river, or look to the sun. See the way the grass blows. Follow deer as they run. Wherever…
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Poem 14 | {Eternity’s End}
By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 12 pm Australian EST Prompt 14: In her wonderful book Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer writes — ‘In some Native languages the term for plants translates to “those who take care of us.’ Use any part of this quote (with…
Those who take of us
From the cradle to the grave, it is some people’s job To take care of you either we like it or not Doctors, nurses, midwives, mothers, and fathers The work of these people cannot be lost, if we want it so That is why in…
Breathing
Breath spirit wind, over the face of the waters, separating mind spirit from body, bringing life into each sustaining a human trinity, through tiny caverns in our lungs to the expanse , of our interconnected atmosphere, flora and oceans cultivate an airy link, interdependent cycle…
Poem 13 | {Breathing}
By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 11 am Australian EST Prompt 13: Write a poem about a physical activity you do all the time. It could be something mundane and chore related, such as brushing your teeth or mowing the lawn, or it could…
Keeping in Shape
Keeping fit and be in good health Is more important than amassing wealth Of what good is riches and wealth without corresponding good health? Many believe that vising the gymnasium or losing weight Or having a personal trainer is a vanishing trend As a…
THE TIME IS AT HAND
THE TIME IS AT HAND A wrote a poem Verse by verse. The first lined sucked The second was worse. Could not connect With a thought or a notion. Maybe a drink from My magical potion. One drink leads to two Before…
Morning Mercy
Flowing warmth washes away the things left undone – a fresh start to the day. I inhale the scents rising up in the steam. I give thanks for each day. As I wash my soul clean.
The Daughters Of Earth.
The thoughts gyrating and cultivating inside Call out and cry for the expected end apocryphal Books that beheld are opened with tales played out Of the deepest dream liquid stars speak of Enoch’s cry for salvation turns personal Until the end of time brings all…
ABOVE THE CLOUDS
Hour 12 (Marathon Prompt – Pick a random book from the shelf. Read the first line and the last line. Pick one and use every word of that line somewhere in your poem.) The Book: A Million Little Pieces First Line: I wake to the…