A Woman Of Strength

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A Strong Woman
Works Out To Keep Her Body In Shape
A Woman Of Strength 
Knows The Shape Of Her Soul Is What’s Important 
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A Strong Woman
Isn’t Afraid Of Anything
A Woman Of Strength 
Shows Courage In The Midst Of Her Fear 
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A Strong Woman
Won’t Let Anyone Get The Best Of Her
A Woman Of Strength 
Gives The Best Of Her To Everyone 
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A Strong Woman
Makes Mistakes And Avoids The Same In The Future
A Woman Of Strength 
Realizes Life’s Mistakes Can Also Be The Life’s Lesson
You’re Here To Learn And Will Make Them Again If Need Be 
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A Strong Woman
Walks Sure Footedly
A Woman Of Strength 
Knows She Will Recover If She Falls 
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A Strong Woman
Wears The Look Of Confidence On Her Face
A Woman Of Strength 
Wears Grace 
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A Strong Woman
Knows That She Is Strong Enough For The Journey
A Woman Of Strength 
Knows That It Is In The Journey She Will Become Strong 
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Adapted from a poem by by Luke Easter

Tanka: Blue Sky

Haiku: A form of Oriental poetry that consists of three
lines, 17 syllables arranged 5-7-5.

Tanka: A form of Oriental Poetry that consists of five
lines, 31 syllables arranged 5-7-5-7-7.

Here is my version….

Tanka 5-7-5-7-7

photo of heart shaped balloon
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The blue sky above
Mirrors the still lake below
For humility
Reminding me of my place
Reflecting my purpose here

Pain and Fear

it grips like a vise

stabbing cutting ripping tearing

unrelenting

just when i adapt it comes from another direction

gasping moaning crying

and if that’s not enough

arthritic knees take over

grinding gnawing each time i stand

doctors don’t feel this is enough and want me to pee every five minutes

they would do a sadist proud

learning to tolerate this would be fine until

another pain a new pain erupts

back pain becomes so strong

can’t focus can’t concentrate can’t functure

they ask why old people are so grumpy

this is why

drag myself to bed when the pain becomes unbearable

which is its own kind of hell

deceivingly soft and comfortable

until

i hear footsteps and see a shadow fall over me and i wake up screaming

someone is in my house

no

i am alone

i am now drenched in cold sweat

getting up to take a shower is too much work

so i lie in what feels like my blood sweat tears

fortunate that i am alone

no one to see me

no one to touch me

no one to smell me

i doze off again

the bed is shaking, the lamp is swaying

is it an earthquake?

no

just another night terror

 

 

Every Day in June: Prompt is Poem

Perfect love perfect trust

Candles softly glow

A furtive prayer

A glistening tear

Too often, too many, often flow

Faith and trust

I did, we did

But it didn’t matter

Darkness, light

Brightest star in the night

What a sight to behold

First hello, last smile

Child gone, spirit here

Grieving lasts a long long while

Limits, blessings, contradictions

Fear no evil, you are with me

Flood me with peace, set you free

Life is short, death is forever

Buried, marked, say goodbye

Candles, flowers, memories, poems

And still no answer to “why?”

My Soul

The painting is called “Elfin Wood” by Nancy Klotzle. It has the same feel as my favorite artist Gustav Klimt.

Breathe with me
As cold as my deep dark soul
Dark secret lonely soul
Leaving the World behind
I listen, watch, ask 
Rest, listen, give
Those who wonder, those who wander
No more poetry, no more soul.

~ Me 11.14.2015

Tanka

1blueskyabove

Haiku: A form of Oriental poetry that consists of three
lines, 17 syllables arranged 5-7-5.
Tanka: A form of Oriental Poetry that consists of five
lines, 31 syllables arranged 5-7-5-7-7.
Here is my version….
Tanka 5-7-5-7-7
The blue sky above
Mirrors the still lake below
For humility
Reminding me of my place
Reflecting my purpose here

After Death

1angeldeath

After Death

Perfect love perfect trust
Candles softly glow
A furtive prayer
A glistening tear
Too often, too many, often flow

Faith and trust
I did, we did
But it didn’t matter

Darkness, light
Brightest star in the night
What a sight to behold

First hello, last smile
Child gone, spirit here
Grieving lasts a long long while

Limits, blessings, contradictions
Fear no evil, you are with me
Flood me with peace, set you free

Life is short, death is forever
Buried, marked, say goodbye
Candles, flowers, memories, poems
And still no answer to “why?”

~ Cindi Wafstet
Sept 1, 2005