Random Paint Chip Poetry Project: #3 Dear Child

Dear Me,

Sitting near the hearthstone sipping a cup of Earl Gray
Knowing that some day,
We’ll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun

Looking for the golden hour
When the world is much brighter
Looking for the heavenly sparkle
But not wearing rose colored glasses
Knowing I’m still that die hard fighter.

Ooh child, things’ll get brighter
Some day, we’ll put it together and we’ll get it undone
Those will be the bright days, my child,
When we will know that we’ve finally won.

Signed, Yours Truly.

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If you would like to play along, these are the prompts.

Yours Truly
Rose colored glasses
The golden hour
Sparkle
Heavenly
Hearthstone
Earl Gray
15th song on your playlist (select a few lines in the lyrics)
I used “Ooh Child” by the Five Stair Steps

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Collage of the Day: Gothic Grief

After my daughter died, I channeled my grief into writing poetry and making collages. Because she embraced the Gothic Lifestyle, I called this one “Gothic Grief”.

A very short poem that I wrote that kind of goes with this collage:

O Angel Dressed In Black
Please Bring My Baby Back
She Was A Child Of Faith
Of Peace And Of Love
She Sends Joy To Our World
On The Silver Wings of A Silent Dove…..

Cindi 12/09/01

Random Paint Chip Poetry Project: #2 Circle of Life

This one is dedicated to my daughter, Courtney Marie, who died 20 years ago on Sept 14th, 2000, at the age of 16. I will also include to collages that I created in her memory.

Miss You

Circle of Life

Tickled pink, a baby girl
A short lived life, a short lived love.

Like the Sisyphus’s boulder
Constantly pushing upwards and
Rolling back again

Causing an unfortunate circumstance

Is that what is was?
Just an unfortunate circumstance?

No.

It was like a comet
Blazing ‘cross the evening sky

A lunar starship that took on a life of its own.

Shiny and sparkly
And splendidly bright

Until it faded just out of sight.

Now a new blank canvas to write on.
A new story to tell.
A new leaf to turn.

But still pushing that boulder upwards
And watching it roll back again.

Gothic Grief

The song used in this poem was “Gone Too Soon” by Michael Jackson, which was written for Ryan White who died as a teenager due to AIDS, but it felt to me that the song was written for Courtney.

Now, if you would like to participate in this project, please write a poem using these words and prompt and a few lyrics from your favorite song on your playlist.

An Unfortunate Circumstance

Tickled pink
Sisyphus’s boulder
Lunar
Starship
Blank canvas
New Leaf

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Random Paint Chip Poetry Project

I decided to start something I’ve been thinking about doing for a while now.

By random I mean it could happen once a day, once a week, or once a month, but I’ll try to be semi-regular about it.

To play the game, take the words I’ve selected from the Paint Chip Poetry game… 5-6 of them will be paint chip colors, a word prompt and then add a line from the lyrics of the song you are listening to right now, or song number six in your music playlist.

The word prompt for this one is “heartbreak” and the colors are: hot sauce, margarita, penny, ultraviolet and wild blue yonder. Don’t forget the line from lyrics.

Now write a poem or haiku in whatever length you wish and include an image, if you wish, to illustrate.

Add this tag:

Link to this blog post in the link party, so we’ll all know where to read your poem. 

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Here is my entry for this round.

Hysteria

Out of touch, out of reach*… left with my heartbreak
Like hot sauce falling into my margarita

Like a long lost penny still left in the gutter of life
Instead I try to soar off into the wild blue yonder

Burning up in the ultraviolet light.

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 
*
A Strong Woman
Isn’t Afraid Of Anything
A Woman Of Strength 
Shows Courage In The Midst Of Her Fear 
*
A Strong Woman
Won’t Let Anyone Get The Best Of Her
A Woman Of Strength 
Gives The Best Of Her To Everyone 
*
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 
*
A Strong Woman
Walks Sure Footedly
A Woman Of Strength 
Knows She Will Recover If She Falls 
*
A Strong Woman
Wears The Look Of Confidence On Her Face
A Woman Of Strength 
Wears Grace 
*
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
Photo by Andreas Wohlfahrt on Pexels.com

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