the external cold
attempts to cross boundaries
internal warmth saves
**NOTE – I feel like I’ve done a SenHai Saturday poem in one, not two.
the external cold
attempts to cross boundaries
internal warmth saves
**NOTE – I feel like I’ve done a SenHai Saturday poem in one, not two.
Redux

Only you can grant yourself strength.
Dig deep to show the world
you are the epitome of personal power.
Change your history.
Glorify your present
by overcoming your past.
Give your future
the best of you.
Watch how you rise.
Originally posted 1/30/2019 on I Write Her.
Leave her alone
The wildflower heart
strums to the pace of
evergreen woods.
She unwinds her infinite
tears of hues and blues
inside a silver dew drop.
She renders to the beats of
autumn leaves under
the blanket of a misty fog.
She sleeps under the stars
cherishing solitude.
Stop staring at her
And leave her free.
She is not a wallflower
But a wild flame of love.
Leave her
Leave her alone
She belongs to herself
Tranquility
The ocean, a tranquilizer, does croon,
Healing the scars of the lone, distant moon.
Along the waves of affection’s sweet kiss,
In the dewy night, they find moments of bliss.
Lawn of thoughts
The soul bleeds letters, an artful stream,
Words flow in tendrils, like a poet’s dream,
Notions bloom, like buds at dawn,
In the lawn of thoughts, a muse is drawn,
In the realm of verse, an inspiring scheme.
A journey of passion
I’m a canvas of emotions, colors rich and true,
Expressing my feelings, in hues bright and new.
I’m not a woman who never wearies or tires,
But within my heart, dreams shine like fires.
A journey of passion, a flame burning bright,
I’m a spirit unchained, in my own radiant light.
With strength and purpose, I reach for the inner light.
Orchestra
rustle of drizzle
chirpings by the window pane
nature’s orchestra
Futile heart
cradle of uncertainties
stretching out their limbs
entrapped futile heart
~~~
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Inspired by What do you see #227
birds fluttering
awaken my essence
goodbye to the depths
where i had lain
a bright full moon
is calling for my presence
i resurrect
complex white blossoms
soft expressions that can maim
regard them highly
Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #136 – Hiatus &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #274 – Being in charge of hell
humanity ends
men being in charge of hell
please take a hiatus
challenged and yet strong
when the feminine rises
life begins again
daylight emerging
the start of a brand new day
be as powerful
Redux
Life doing its unintentional thing can hurt.
I weep, pull myself up and move on.
People’s forced recklessness do harm.
I weep inconsolably,
going deeper into my shell.
Feelings amplified in this echo chamber.
Can’t hear the external anymore.
I hide for a while,
working everything out inside.
And I emerge.
Lessons
I’ve had more than a few.
Originally posted 2/22/2018 on I Write Her.
With or without a disability, life demands we engage, either with the help of others or muster the energy ourselves. In other words, find the strength to carry on, to not fold under the force of circumstances or others.
Touching Words by The Twisting Tail
If we fail to see
⠊⠋⠀⠺⠑⠀⠋⠁⠊⠇⠀⠞⠕⠀⠎⠑⠑⠀⠀
We are blind
⠺⠑⠀⠁⠗⠑⠀⠃⠇⠊⠝⠙⠀⠀
By ignorance
⠃⠽⠀⠊⠛⠝⠕⠗⠁⠝⠉⠑⠀⠀
⠀⠀
If we pretend not to see
⠊⠋⠀⠺⠑⠀⠏⠗⠑⠞⠑⠝⠙⠀⠝⠕⠞⠀⠞⠕⠀⠎⠑⠑⠀⠀
We are blind
⠺⠑⠀⠁⠗⠑⠀⠃⠇⠊⠝⠙⠀⠀
By choice
⠃⠽⠀⠉⠓⠕⠊⠉⠑⠀⠀
⠀⠀
We need more
⠺⠑⠀⠝⠑⠑⠙⠀⠍⠕⠗⠑⠀⠀⠀
Than touching words
⠞⠓⠁⠝⠀⠞⠕⠥⠉⠓⠊⠝⠛⠀⠺⠕⠗⠙⠎⠀⠀
For those who have no choice
⠋⠕⠗⠀⠞⠓⠕⠎⠑⠀⠺⠓⠕⠀⠓⠁⠧⠑⠀⠝⠕⠀⠉⠓⠕⠊⠉⠑
if on your knees
you find yourself
bowing head, hands behind
your back, begging mercy
from the boots that march
trampling those left standing
who dare to not crumble
under the illusion of
their authority, remember
it is your obedience
that gives them the key
to the ivory tower
your bloody knees mean
nothing to them, it is
never enough, submission
breeds only the need
for more compliance
and you will live out
the rest of your days
groveling in the rubble
until they decide it’s
time to bury you
along with the rest
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #255 &
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Transcending
they called her an evil woman
yet her transcending beauty drew me in
red, fiery locks promising danger
her spikey halo protecting her power
remember what will happen
should you cross me
slowly she lifts the box to reveal the skull
of the man who dared to lay claim to her
remember that i am stronger