James Weldon Johnson (1871 – 1938) You are young, gifted, and Black. We must begin to tell our young, There’s a world waiting for you, Yours is the quest that’s just begun. James Weldon Johnson If-ing by Langston Hughes (1901 – 1967) If I had some small changeI’d buy me a mule,Get on that mule […] … Continue reading All Life Is Built From Song — Fourteen Lines
Temporary …by Artie
the forest dwellers
reached the town in search of prey
it’s a human trap
can’t break inner strength
the wires of an enclosure
It’s temporary!
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Written in response to:
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Welcomings …by Artie
Lost in the woods
I spy the door
from a recurring dream
a warm glow tucked
between outstretched surface roots
for no such tree
I’ve known ever before
the forest breathes, listen
the breeze says you’re
not lost, you’re here
welcoming love all around
let it find you.
An ode to the unknown … by Sangeetha
The unknown attracts and forbids
Treachery or treasure, don't know
Possibilities entice
My ego tastes of surprise gifts
Don't stop. Ready or not, Just go
Logic and Reason don't suffice
Will wonder wander wherever
On the only road to forever
Mindfills for Reena’s exploration challenge; The Skeptic’s Kaddish ~ W3 prompt – An Ode hosted by the Deepthy;
Dreaming …. by Diana Coombes
Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/09/30/reenas-xploration-challenge-250/. A narrative, story, or a poem or wherever the inspiration takes us.
Covering the forest floor, I had seen these roots before.
Perhaps in a dream, I wasn’t sure – I couldn’t remember most of my dreams when I woke up. But this was familiar, like de-ja-vu had me in its gentle grip. They seemed to have a life of their own, reaching into my memories, and guiding me back home.
The door, tiny, but I saw the light beyond the window.
I knocked, once, twice, three times and the wood door creaked open, to reveal what was inside. Was it heaven? Was it hell? Was it somewhere in between. I had long been convinced that the life I was living bordered on hell. Like everything was going wrong that could go wrong.
‘Tara,’ a voice from the beyond said. ‘Welcome home.’
Grief …. By Mich
Grief
grief is like driving
over the speed limit
in total darkness
and people around
are yelling at you
for goin’ the wrong
direction, you went
there anyway
‘cos you wanna
be over driving
not seeing the light
then boom!
you hit the wrong spot
before you knew it
people who loves you
are now the ones grieving.
you’re off to some place
where grief is no longer
present.
P.S.
this photo felt like grief for me. it gave me a strong overwhelming emotion of sadness.
For Reena’s Exploration Challenge
Legacy …. by Indira
PROMPT RXC#249
A single word,
but you can use any of these or other synonyms
Benefaction, Bequeathal, Bequest, Bestowal, Birthright, Devise, Endowment, Gift, Heirloom, Heritage, Inheritance, Patrimony, Provision, Settlement, Hereditament
For a further twist, you have a choice to include its opposite word
or its synonyms
LEGACY
Hunger for knowledge
legacy I’ll leave behind
Carry forward, please
Ocean of knowledge is vast
Don’t waste time sitting on shore
A dark story ….by Lorraine
Twilight tells
Dark story
Graves speak out
Sunk in depths
History holds
The old tale
I hear it
Sunk vessel
Lives like chaff
Cry mercy
Old Oak Tree…. By Mich Navajas
Old Oak Tree
dig a grave of me
upon the shallow old oak tree
no, not in the fancy cemetery where
people are laid to rest
for when i die i will not be at rest
i don’t belong there.
my soul belongs to the vastness of the universe
where i will wander and wander more
maybe in the wilderness i will see the beauty of life
i was deprived of when i was alive.
my spirit belongs to the deep blue ocean
where i could freely swim down
at the bottom of the sea and there maybe there
i would find peace i so long to have for free.
i belong to the skies
i belong to the seas
i belong to the mountains
the hills and the valleys.
dig a grave of me
upon the shallow old oak tree
and let me die freely in peace
let me…
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Laburnum — a tanka …. by Sangeetha
laburnum lantern
flying off on a wild romance
~ whirlwind spins her dreams
theatrical summer's end
leaves legacy of first love
Moonwashed Musings ~ theatrics; Reena’s exploration challenge ~ legacy; Cee’s FOTD; RDP ~ lantern
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