Falling Into Me

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Carpe Diem #241 ~ Sacrifice

This prompt is painful for me and the result is sarcastic haiku. I hope it still works. Not meant to undermine anyone's service to their country with free will...knowing consent.

sacrifice your life

protect and serve your country

honors come posthumously

***

some sacrifices

not made of our will freely

for "god" and country

The Sunday Whirl
Wordle #116

where there's smoke, there's fire

what happens when the ordinary

take on the impossible

risking their lives

to save others

make the climb, take the plunge

the scared flee their homes

clinging to words of the play-by-play

of the media

pressure builds as fire nears

no orders to flee

the ordinary become extraordinary

through actions and deeds

fate is not kind

the might of flame and wind

extinguish lives

listen to the voices in the wind

they are one with the fire

one with the elements

and delivered to heaven

our prayers barraging them

the nineteen

Although the poem is focused on the heroic nineteen firefighters, prayers go out to all impacted by the destruction of the blaze in Arizona.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

joy ~ a foreign word
italy taught me to feel
beyond a mere smile

***

ode to joy
what does it mean though?
feel it first

***

drugs numbed my sad mind
with joy in my heart at last
time to stop the meds

dVerse: Puzzle of Me

dVerse: Poetics ~ PuZZled

I fell apart
into pieces
Sybil
parts of me
like puzzle pieces
from a box
with no image
of what the whole
was to be

Two by two
sometimes more
healed and became me
decades of puzzled me
finally whole
Here I am
looking in the mirror
wondering
if I'm together right

CD: Curiouser and Curiouser

Carpe Diem #239 ~ Curiosity

curiosity

alice down the rabbit hole

only eight lives left

***

curious in life

new knowledge to view the world

perspective changes

***

where do stars come from?

children need easy answers

the sun gives them life

Friday, July 5, 2013

CD: Basho's famous 'The Old Pond"

Carpe Diem's Tan Renga Challenge #5

Matsuo Basho's famous haiku:

the old pond
a frog jumps in -
the sound of water

I am to add two lines of seven syllables each to this haiku.
Here is my attempt:

a breeze carries water sprayed

nearby lily pad is cooled

HH: In The Breeze

Haiku Heights #262 ~ Sand

sand within my palm
watching it drift in the breeze
as his ashes did

HMH: Souls Entwined

Haiku My Heart

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souls entwined

belong to the night

lovers sigh

FSF: Fight or Flight

Five Sentence Fiction ~ Flight

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Fight or Flight. Her preferred method was flight. Run as fast and as far as you can. Sometimes...okay mostly...flight was "on the wings of angels" literally. Surely death had to be easier than life.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Toads: Free Verse Travelogue

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Words Count ~ Vacation

Photo by Grace Beam, Cinque Terre, Italy

first we had Italy

poppies, Tuscany,

wisteria, espresso

trains, and young love

seven years later

honeymoon in France

Provence sans lavender

heavenly gelato,

chocolate croissants

what will be next?

you say perhaps Greece

or Barcelona sounds nice

back to Italy or France

any will do

just let me know

and my dreams will take hold

CD: Of Love & Moon

Carpe Diem #238 ~ Affection

I was so taken with Kristjaan's writing of the moon, I wanted to write of that love as well. The photo is not the best of the super moon but my husband took it for me to use in my Polyvore art.

Photo by Brian Beam

she - the moon

goddesses dance beneath her

worship her being

***

your arms my safety

your smile warms my heart and soul

your love is always

Blue: Hydrangeas

Blue Monday

Photo by Grace Beam

blue hydrangeas
remind me of grandma's house

many years ago

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Wordle: Hand in Hand

The Sunday Whirl
Wordle 115

exploring the wild

fallen rock around the bend

makes for unstable climb

retreat to meadow

birdsong surrounds the island

do not feed the bears

hand in hand we walk

along the lane ~ 'cross the bridge
together in love

HH: My Mark

Haiku Heights #261 - Fingerprint

my mark on the world

what fingerprint will i leave?

will anyone know?

***

i dip my fingers

what color goes with today

my fingerprint tells

dVerse: Happy Anniversary!

dVerse ~ Open Link Night 103

it's almost two years
poets sharing at the pub
say hello, neighbor
♥

CD: Blind Justice

Carpe Diem #237 ~ Intolerance

rulers of our world
how intolerant we are
to their blind justice

***

genocide no more
our cry of intolerance
yet it continues

Monday, July 1, 2013

CD: Fait Accomplis

Carpe Diem #236 ~ Fortitude

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intense fortitude

healing from traumatic past ~

a journey complete

Merge: Read 'Em and Weep

Write at the Merge: Week 27

This week's challenge is to use one of two prompts as inspiration for writing. I chose Katherine Hepburn's quote:

“Rules were meant to be broken.” Not how I was raised by a demanding career military officer. Adults were to be respected and obeyed without question. Breaking any house rules was bad enough; fear of death was imposed on me and my siblings for breaking rules outside the home. Perfect students. When old enough to date, so many more rules. “If you ever find yourself at the police station, don’t bother calling home.”

I did break a rule, though. When I remembered my childhood after years of amnesia, I told. Even in my forties, it took all my willpower to let him know I remembered what he did to me. Courage was defined by the number of states between us. Immediately I was declared dead to the family and disowned. My mother had to abide to the ultimatum “her or me” given by her husband. I lost all contact even though I realized I could not have contact because of the extreme dysfunction. Still, it hurt.

I had already broken the rule of seeing a therapist when my second marriage failed in the late 70s and remained in therapy on and off until I began remembering. Then intensive therapy became my full time “job”.

Come to think of it, I broke another rule. In the early 80s I had a breast reduction. I have always been the smallest anywhere in a group at any time. My oversized chest made it the focus of my being. I asked my mother when I was 19 if I could have a breast reduction. My father overheard and came at me in a rage. It’s one of the few times my mother stepped in. However, I learned just before age 30 that health insurance covered the procedure and I qualified. Such freedom.

Then I started a blog about my healing and the horror that had been my childhood and into my adulthood seeping through amnesia. Each time I posted, I was sure I would be killed for “telling”. That had been so ingrained into my being.

Finally I can say I am healed and whatever had been rules made by others in my life that were meant to keep me from being a healed, relaxed, joyful person were tossed aside and I made me own rules. Keep what fits and discard the rest.

Breaking the rules is how we discover who we really are or can be, in my experience. I wish my life had been different but am thankful to be here now writing and sharing fearlessly. For me, the act of writing is brave…I mean for everyone. To speak what is truly on one’s mind is to forget anyone’s rules and tell it like it is.

Words: 454

HMH: Heroes All

Haiku My Heart ~ Heroes All

In honor of the 19 of the 20 elite firefighters who lost their lives battling Arizona forest fires yesterday.

with steadfast courage

battling blazes to save lives

they fell as heroes

MWM: "Sacred Made Real"

Mornings With Mary

In 2010, I saw an amazing sculpture exhibit at the National Museum of Art in Washington, DC. It was called "The Sacred Made Real: Spanish Painting and Sculpture, 1600-1700." The artist was Juan Martínez Montañés. I was so in awe of the detail. They were so lifelike.


Photo Source gazing at mary ~ only the glass between us tells me she's not real

I have to guess that this is Mary holding Jesus after the crucifixion. Wanted to share how extraordinary the details were of these sculptures. Mary Magdalene is to the left holding a cross.