Do you use a calendar?
Keep track of birthdays, special days, doctor appointments.
Do you count the days when you’re going on vacation?
I wish I could do that.
My calendar is blank. Just fill with the month,year, the days.
I stare at it wondering when I’ll get that phone call.
When that day come? Will it come on Friday the 13?
Maybe two weeks after Friday the 13.
The phone call for a job interview.
The phone call to notify and offer you that job position.
I stare at my calendar wondering when that day will come.
It can be beautiful, clam, and refreshing.
We enjoying playing with it for recreational purposes.
It can devestasting, flooded rushing dirty streams and creeks.
Just as it important for life, it can take it away as well.
It cover the majority of our planet.
Doesn’t mean goodbye forever
We will cross path again
I don’t know when, but I know I see you again
Don’t be sad or shed a tear
I’ll always be there with you
In your heart, in your dreams, and in our memories we had together.
Write a poem about a farewell today: perhaps this image may bring back memories of loved ones who passed, or revive memories of those that departed from our lives. Or you could focus on the more mundane, but still powerful moments of your daily goodbye rituals, whether it’s a friend, partner, or member of your family.
The issues are camouflage
But what do you see?
Probably not the same as what I see.
Camouflage with racism the denial of reality of this world.
Or is it me whom is blind and can’t see right through the camouflage.
“Camouflage is a game we all like to play, but our secrets are as surely revealed by what we want to seem to be as by what we conceal.” — Russell Lynes
For today’s poem, take inspiration from camouflage — you may apply it in any way you like, whether you write about visual or social dissimulation, or focus on the way we hide our myriad emotions, actions, and reactions. What would be your ultimate smokescreen, concealment, or mask?
Is there a math equation?
Do I need to solve X to find the Beloved for me?
I still don’t know.
Is there a book for dummies cause I have no clue.
How do I begin to find that one beloved? or are there two, wink:)
Days goes to weeks, weeks to month, and month to years
Is there a beloved out there for me?
To have a beloved or not to be beloved
Maybe this world hasn’t one for me.
Something about the very word “beloved” causes a frisson in us. Out of the people that matter to you, who matters the most? Whom do you love, or whom have you loved more than anyone else? What does the word “beloved” summon up in your imagination? What songs, poems, stories, movies spring to mind? Who is your beloved?
Today, write a poem celebrating your beloved. It does not have to be a specific person — you could address an imaginary beloved from the future who’s waiting for you. You could take on the persona of a well-known mythological or historic character and address her or his beloved in your poem. You could create a new type of lover and beloved.
Your brain on freedom,
Oh! what fun.
To get a high and free the mind.
Dancing, writing, drawing, and painting oh my
To free you mind and body, it such a high or trip
To channel and release your thoughts and feelings.
Giving the body a relaxing experience. To let loose.
This your body on freedom.
Freedom is a fundamental need. It is so powerful that nations go to war for it. People engage in both despicable and heroic deeds to gain it. In the name of freedom we suffer, make sacrifices, and attempt to perform miracles. For freedom we are willing to lose everything and risk our lives, since no life really is one without freedom.
What freedom means is open to interpretation, which is why it’s been a recurring subject in art. In today’s poem, share your take on freedom. While you’re at it, be fearless with your thoughts. Don’t hold back. Unleash your emotions and be honest with yourself. Uncensored writing coming from the heart often produces the most amazing read.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
Looking inside a brown dirty box
Filled with seconds and seconds to look at.
Days and years with cheers and joy
Reflecting on the days we were
just young boys and girls.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Wishing I could go back
“Life moves very fast. It rushes from Heaven to Hell in a matter of seconds.” – Paulo Coelho
A new life sees the world for the first time. Simultaneously, another life takes its final breath.
A passenger that was supposed to board a plane was one second late. Hours later, the plane went missing, the passenger saved.
Unimportant as it may seem, a split second can change our lives in ways we can never imagine. So today, write about the basic unit of time, seconds. Reflect on those few seconds when a loved one was in a life-and-death situation. Relive the few seconds when you held your eldest child for the first time. Recount those seconds when you were waiting for big news that was about to change your life.