The Cutting Edge

Did you ever feel

the edge of a knife

cutting into you

as someone welcomed you

to their house?

I know that feeling

As I once again go back

to my childhood memories

Growing fast

a preadolescent young boy

I was self conscious

about this obvious growth spurt

pushing me into husky size clothes

Although sweet and smiling

when spoken

the words,

“Well, you look like your pregnant!”

Had an edge I will never forget

cutting deep into my soul

Not meant to be abusive

there was no doubt

this cutting judgmental remark

drew blood

left a scar.

I am still wary of people

who smile too much

while saying something

less than welcoming.

Pain comes in many forms

The scars stay forever

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Today at d’Verse, Lisa asked us to consider Edges or Fringes in our poetry. Edges give an insite that goes beyond words into the life of the poet revealing what is beyond the words. I decided to use edges as the way a persons words speak beyond what they are saying.

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Life is a Poem

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Life is a Poem
Everything in life is a poem waiting to be written.
Most do not hear the poets call or feel the inspiration
But for those who look and listen there is music ;
poems to be written // deep emotions to be felt
that can only be expressed in words.

 

Those who pause // make life stand still
and open their soul …
They understand it loud and clear.
as words resonate // echoing through the mind

 

Poets are like pleasant speed bumps
that slow you down and make you listen;
Sometimes giving you a big jolt
When you least expect it.

 

Poets are fearless prophets // writing of love and hate
Politics and Religion // joy and strength;
Raising consciousness //challenging norms;
Searching for words that express Truth
Bringing Light to the world.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Inspired by Charlie’s poem “Just Beneath the surface”

https://lifeinportofino.wordpress.com/2017/08/02/just-beneath-the-surface/

Kaleidoscope of the Soul

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This poem evolved from the poem I posted yesterday. An added inspiration!
Imagination… a kaleidoscope of the soul
Drawn from the depths of body soul and spirit
Living colors flowing forth
in music, painting, and written word;
Reshaping the matter of the mind
Like sourdough starter in the bread
Rising to become delectable morsels
for others to enjoy and be inspired

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Stain-Glass from Strasbourg Cathedral

 

Poetry Garden of Forbidden Fruit

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There’s a Poetry Garden of Forbidden Fruit
Where words, when planted grow and bear fruit
Some words, like the Trail of Tears, wreak havoc
Others have hidden or not so hidden connotations.
Lazy Housewife, The Czar, and Black Beauty leave one
wondering what is really being implied when applied.
Beware of the Dazzling Blue peppers like Blue Fire
They may sound sweet as a Princess, but when spoken
come out like dragon’s breath // making one feel singed.
Beware of the words of the Wizard // fruit tasting delectable
but leaving a bad after taste // cutting like a Purple Sword.
Make your words like lovely Aurora, Tender and True
with a touch of Reine des Glaces.
Stay out of the Garden of Forbidden Fruit.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Sarah at d’Verse introduced us to the idea of a garden of poetry. She gave us a list of heirloom garden seeds to pick from and plant some poetry seeds into a poem. The list of words are all real seed names and are highlighted in black in the poem above.

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New Meaning

Burnt Barn...

Forced Solitary
Old walls come down
We must talk
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Light breaks the darkness
Building bridges heart to heart
Words hold new meaning
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“Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.”
~Mizuta Masahide

Mish, at d’verse, asked what we can learn from all unsettling things that are happening around us. The quote by Mizuta Masahide shows that good can come from what most would consider tragedy. She asked us to write with this quote in mind.

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God Speaks in Silence

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Where does one hear the voice of God?
Is it in large cathedrals with towering spires
or from preachers who peddle the Gospel
like a Television infomercial” // New and Improved.
Does it come through what we put on // or what we take off
Perhaps in the mass emotion of the moment
Like an engine revved up to 5000 rpms?
I believes it come in silence. when we listen
To a bubbling stream or birds singing in the trees.
It come in the silence of a flower
Smiling up at us // waving in the wind.
Perhaps in a silent loving touch // no words needed;
Or, from the silence of the written word
Enlightening our minds // opening our eyes.
Sometimes it comes as we share ourselves with others
Our passion // our faith // our love // our compassion.
In the silence of our minds God speaks;
As we listen // living in the Spirit
We become the silent word made flesh;.
The silent voice of God to those willing to hear.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Words Remain

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When I am gone my words remain…
Forever lost in cyberspace
Words in black and white refrain
When I am gone my words remain
Pictures painted on cave walls plain
Left for others who search this place
When I am gone will words remain
Or, just a black and white refrain?

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Today at d’Verse, Frank asked us to write a triolet. Since this is totally new to me, I took an extra day to work on this one. I am making a stab at it and hope it is close to what we are supposed to do.  For more on what a triolet is, check with Wikipedia.

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Sticks and Stones

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Sticks and Stones will break my bones
But names will never hurt me
Hogwash
Sticks and Stones will break my bones
And words will hurt me even more
Bones heal
Remembered from time to time
Words leave scars on the soul
Indelible marks
Never erased
Perhaps forgiven

Be careful what you say…

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Words

How would you describe your words. Are they building and encouraging or do the cut and tear people down.  At this time of the year it is important to build relationships and avoid the critical and judgmental attitudes. Have a great family time. Focus on the positive.

Words
Some like Legos building
Foundations tight and strong
Holding us together
Whatever comes along
Built to last almost any assault

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Some like Dominos
Where the least little thing
Sets them off ranting and raving
Running on till they destroy
all that had been set up before

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Heart Flambeau

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Your flaming words wrap

themselves around my flatlined

heart // bringing new life…

Playing music on heartstrings

Melodies of love on fire

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Victoria, at d’Verse Poets Pub, asked us to write a poem today with the word fire as our prompt.

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