30 October 2019

OctPoWriMo 30 - Each Piece of Me

Prompt: Who am I?

Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay


Each Piece of Me

I find the edges—make a frame
That can contain
The many varied pieces of
My life and love,
For I do not know what I’ll be
Until I see
Each piece of me.

29 October 2019

OctPoWriMo 29 - Bursting Forth

Prompt: Lightness of Being

Image by Adina Voicu from Pixabay


Bursting Forth

I will reach
For the stars
I will spread my wings and fly
Casting off
All heaviness
I am free to reach the sky
I leave all my
Cares below
On Earth, which I hereby defy
Nothing will
Keep me down
Bursting forth, I am a butterfly

28 October 2019

OctPoWriMo 28 - I Will Never Yield

Prompt: Mending the Broken Places
Form: Pantoum

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay


I Will Never Yield

I was born with wings
But I must learn to fly.
No one pulls my strings;
I will reach the sky.

I must learn to fly,
And I know I’ll prevail.
I will reach the sky:
My wings are not so frail.

I know that I’ll prevail;
I will throw off these chains.
My wings are not so frail,
And I will rise again.

I will throw off these chains:
I’m broken but I’m healed,
And I will rise again,
And I will never yield.

I’m broken but I’m healed,
And no one pulls my strings,
And I will never yield,
For I was born with wings.

27 October 2019

OctPoWriMo 27 - I'd Rather Make Mistakes

Prompt: How did I get here
Form: Ottava rima

Image by Simon Steinberger from Pixabay


I'd Rather Make Mistakes

Sometimes it feels like crawling up a hill
And I keep sliding back no matter what;
At other times it's like I'm standing still.
God, how do I get out of this deep rut?
If this is destiny, I'll take free will—
I'd rather make mistakes than be a robot.
Let me be just who I'm meant to be:
It may be hard but I'll at least be me.

26 October 2019

OctPoWriMo 27 - Finding the Pieces


Image by Mike Sweeney from Pixabay


Finding the Pieces

What
Is my truth?
In many pieces
Scattered all around, some lost,
Some in the hands of others.
What is unspoken?
Who am I?
Trust.
***
I
Am human:
Broken? Or simply
Some assembly required.
Who am I really inside?
One piece at a time
I build me.
Faith.
***
Love:
The first piece,
The basis of life.
Trust is the glue that follows.
Faith keeps it all together.
But, to find each piece,
I still need
Hope.

25 October 2019

OctPoWriMo 25 - White

Prompt: white
Form: musette

Image by Dorota Kudyba from Pixabay


White

White wings:
A dove of peace.
Good things.

White hoods,
Burning crosses:
Not good.

Snow, cold,
Clouds, light, shadows—
Nothing.