National poetry writing month 2014 has come to an end and I find myself in wanting. The month of April magically transforms into rhythms, stanzas, beats, and lines.
This last week I find myself searching for poetry prompts and muses. I’ve discovered that my participation in writing challenges allows me to let go and become uninhibited. The words flow more freely and believe it or not, I don’t dread the blank page with the forever blinking cursor.
I want to take a moment and give a shout out to Robert Lee Brewer and Writer’s Digest for putting such a creative and unique spin on prompts. Knowing my pieces would be read and judged by esteemed author’s and poet’s made me all the more enthusiastic.
Also a huge thanks to Maureen Thorson and those at NaPoWriMo.net. That woman is a genius in her own right! I’m not sure how she does it, but the prompts are outside the box and clever. I’ve learned so much about myself and my writing by letting her ideas in.
Of course I couldn’t have completed the challenge without you WordPress bloggers. You guys are truly amazing. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the encouragement and support. If it wasn’t for those who visit my site, I’d have no one to speak with.
The year thus far has more than proven interesting. I’m looking forward to the up in coming months for other writing challenges, competition’s, and quests.
Upon the weight held atop shoulders of the weak,
Pondering thoughts process as days become heavier and heavier.
Only relief granted;
Mother; Great and Grand.
Among the angel’s,
With your palm in God’s hand.
You’ll guide us with your love.
Your light forever shines,
In the stars above.
The day will soon come,
When we will meet again.
However, this is not the end.
Nor is this our goodbye,
But see you soon enough.
When it is our time,
To You we will rise up.
Kindness is nothing but a word.
Too few are kind,
let alone show it to others.
Every so often,
the world’s graced with the extraordinary.
Someone who’s defined by kindness,
forever giving never taking.
veils the world at the loss of such a person.
Passing through this life,
which is much too short for anyone.
Goodbye my dearest,
may soul’s with Angel wings take you to heaven.
The path walked along is sometimes winding and changes,
bringing about excitement,
from time to time; chaos.
Sometimes the path is long and straightforward,
at intervals it is the right direction.
Sometimes the path seems dissipated,
one becomes lost,
Sometimes we are carried along the path during moments of trial,
graced with love.
The path we walk is of our own,
to choose as only we will.
It matters not,
of how it’s walked,
or who it’s walked with.
In the end,
we all end up settled together in perfection,