Reblogs – Murray Robertson & Frank Solanki

I’ve thoroughly enjoyed pulling from my collection of read poetry that is recent and from further back to share with you. It’s remarkable to me how they somehow line up to share similar concepts or emotions, or maybe it’s me reading that into them? What do you think?

Sheltered by Murray Robertson

shaded, underneath
   taller plants
sheltered from
      such storms

as may arise,
   we should
   have such 
      fortune:

   friends in
high places,
as we never
      imagined.

we can always
   consider
how beautiful:
      humility

   we can also
      consider
  just what
   we should be

I Am Not A Bad Person by Frank Solanki

I am not a bad person
Just covered in pile of dirt
Layers and layers and layers
Layers of pain and hurt
Look at me closely though
Through the dark of skin
A treasure chest of love
You shall find within

My Self Evolving

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #170 & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Journey

my life, this winding and criss cross journey
enduring the setbacks nature often offers
forces an accounting of my true self’s mission

while i critiquely reflect within my soul
the revelation – the person i see in the mirror is not me
it hurts that i’ve lived with this stranger for so long

i vow

no more continuing to plod along how others want me
i’ll take the reins now to forge paths more to my liking
my destiny means claiming my glory and being wholly present

Their Calling

Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Network & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #189

kermit wishes he were more
than just an iconic symbol
on the tv network

a rooster wonders
when he’ll stop being synonymous
with an alarm clock

while the million others
with no direction
fantasize of recognition

Reblog – Identity by Sadje

The form, the message – it’s all good! Enjoy this piece by Sadje! 🙂 Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Identity” July 13, 2020

Keep it alive

Eugenia is the host of Eugi’s Weekly Prompt

Your Weekly Prompt – Identity – July 13, 2020

~*~

I

Am me

No one can be me

It is my unique identity

I was gifted with it when I was born

I will keep this identity till the day I die

In between this time, I can develop, hone and refine it

I can make it better or just exist in what I started with

It can be work in progress or it could be a finished product

It has to be my choice what I want my identity to be

You know me by my identity

I am the only one

That is me!

~*~

#Keepitalive

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Light Darkness

those alive continuously waver back and forth
experiencing one or the other
and inhabiting this space
in each and every shade in between

maybe it will be the tragic stain of black
covering them entirely in darkness
or perhaps the gentle brilliance of the sun
lifting them into the light

as their canvas layers thicken with experience
dabbed hopefully also with acceptance and grace
they come away with their unique shading
blending the opposing colors of the spectrum

Seeing Clearly

the reality of who we are
wrapped in layers of facades
nurtured by culture and family
binds us stoically in place

the lens to our essence
is worn only by the carefully in tune
and compassionate observers
they see us prominently in the opaque

yet fear continues to holds us in check
until the threshold of mediocrity is breached
as exasperation begins to break the hold
of the form of tortuous conformity our bodies inhabit

we set ourselves free, finally…

Jagged Levels

Arns Civray – Unsplash

i may look cool
uninviting
icy, even cruel
there are steps to get to me

too many times
efforts of engagement
ended calamitously
for me and them

fear has changed me
my warmth is protected
in the depths of me
you’ll find that i’m real and engaging

Phases

there’s nothing special
in my uniqueness
just a human doing life
born, living, crashing, burning
resurrecting when it’s been enough

i want to love continuously
while needing to be loved
when the harshness needs eased
the years a cycle of up and down
hopefully with you by my side

in the frame you picture me
i’m not notable
not a hero or filled with wisdom
just owning enough guts for the years
lived by me