For Day 30 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge. Photo by Marco Ceschi on Unsplash. After Dilruba Ahmed \\\* And I am learning to forgive myself, to not let the weight of the worries of the world hang heavy on my head, to accept that sometimes the broken things around my feet are the world being itself, that sometimes beauty slips out like light through a cracked down from the riven parts of a fragile bowl, ...
Photo by Hannah Olinger on Unsplash. For Day 14 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge ** Her voice is an echo from afar, the song one that I remember her singing over me. Sleep - child sleep, London bridge is falling down, black sheep have no wool for you. The world has snatched her presence but the memories etched in the linings of my mind linger and remain.
Photo by Olesia Misty on Unsplash. For Day 13 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge ** You have carried yourself into a far country untethering yourself from the strings of domesticity and caring and the hold of warm soup bubbling over the warm embers of Mother’s hearth. You have dragged your portion of our things over the misty mountains into a strange place where the voice of the Matriarch is obscured by the cooing of the birds and the singing of the sirens. ...
Photo by Douglas Bagg on Unsplash. For Day 7 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge. ** may the ones that death took this time not have been lost in vain. may the scars etched into our bodies, our minds and our skins by the daily pressure of oppression be a reminder of what was but no longer is, because this time we pressed through against the odds and found light for the future ones.
Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash. For Day 6 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge. \\ and so I find myself falling, arms flailing desperately trying to find solid ground clutching at the air as though it, perchance, might become a rock beneath my feet. in the moment vertigo wins the battle for my mind, I awake with a jolt. It has been a dream.
Dunnottar Castle. For Day 5 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge, a poem about beautiful ruins. ** You come from afar bearing the gift of your open self to this place from whence they say the honours of the land once slipped, hid in the hem of a buxom lady’s dress. What you see are its tired walls straining against the pressure of the wind, clinging with their last lives to the cliffs that saved them from past wars. ...
Photo by Danielle MacInnes on Unsplash. For Day 4 of the November Poem-A-Day Challenge. ** Learn which voices to let escape the guards around your ears. Accept the things which return, their hold unyielding. Breathe, because the things the heart beats for are the things which leave it raw.
Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash. For Day 3 of the November Poem A Day Challenge. A poem about dreaming. ** And still, I find myself reaching for the solidity of certain earth, my feet aching for the cold comfort of the morning sand, breaking my free fall. This is a fevered dream that returns each night in which i find that home though close, disappears in the dim distance.
Photo by Lea Böhm on Unsplash. For Day 2 of the November Poem A Day Challenge. A Poem for when the unexpected triggers memories of home. ** It hangs heavy on the heart, its heft never ever far away it seems, always lurking, always waiting always ready to spring to life to the lines of a song suddenly borne on the wind, or the whiff of mothballs, unlocking the memory of the gathering, and of ritual. ...
For the November Poem-A-Day challenge. A poem about Entering, but mainly about leaving… ** On the days when I wake to a haze hiding the lushness of the valley below, its shadow hanging heavy like a shroud on limbs shrivelled by the ravages of time, I ponder the bland bleakness of air heavy with water, how it smothers life, and the beauty of things. Each day where the light yields ...