Sweet Summer

In a land far away from here

A bright sun shone across the sky

In a place where rivers run clear

I found rest ‘neath the branches high

Babbling brooke and streams that cry

Softly to me, and here I claim

My heart and soul that seem to fly

The sweet summer breeze calls my name

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Resting in the easy light place

My eyes close and I deeply breathe

Remembering the time and space

For life, loss and the river Lethe

Where I see the faded paths seethe

Into unknown patterns of shame

I see the floating flowered wreaths

The sweet summer breeze calls my name

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Begin again, reckoning heart

Do not believe the tired lies

That crumble under the green start

Of a bright new day, if the cries

Of the newborn end with sunrise

How can we say there’s one to blame

For even the red robin flies

The sweet summer breeze calls my name

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While asleep, while awake, I dream

As if my hope was to be tamed

I lift my eyes to the light beam

The sweet summer breeze calls my name


After a LONG while, I finally finished this ballade poem! This poetic form is very beautiful but a bit difficult for my free form poetic ways! I was very happy with how this form challenged me to count and rhyme. Thanks Donna for introducing me to the form! Be sure to check out the orignal post and see how other’s responded to the form! Photo by Sixteen Miles Out on Unsplash

Stationary Solitude

Waves ripple

Swiftly melting moments

And I reflect

On the mirror

Of the universe

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Stationary

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Black dots to

Swim across the

Other worldly planes.

The shade of leaves,

Phantoms of a 

Looking glass that has

Stilled the stream

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Solitude

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I found breath and

Double vision memories

That always

Tenderly uncover

My innermost desire

To inhabit

This quiet world.


I wrote this poem in response to the Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge. You can find the photo I was inspired by here. I have been trying to write in response to various ‘challenges’ that I find online! It has been such a good way to push myself creatively and think outside the box. Recently, I have found myself less inclined to write about my personal life but I still want to create and feel inspired. These exercises have been a pleasant way to continue writing but not have to dig so deep… I wonder if this is part of the artistic process. After writing about myself for so long, it feels refreshing to take a step back and take inspiration from elsewhere. In this poem, I use the word “I” and you might be thinking “Isn’t this poem about yourself??”. Although this poem uses a first person pronoun, I don’t see myself reflected in the poem rather the “I” represents the reader. You really have to take a look at the picture to understand. Photo by Pepe Reyes on Unsplash

My

My reflection

Among the lily pads

On the cool clear 

Dawn

Settled into a simple

Charmed life

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My soul

Resting in the shadow

Of the trees

Embanked 

On the crisp

River

Settled into a charmed

Simple life


Not much to say about this poem. Change and new adventures sit on my horizon and I long for a ‘simple charmed life’. But maybe I already have it?

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Published in Flora Fiction

I am so excited to announce that I have been published in the Spring 2021 Issue of Flora Fiction! Please take a moment to check out this awesome issue and read work from amazing writers!

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I want to congratulate the Flora Fiction team on an incredible job! I love the “Revival” theme and how this issue feels so relevant in today’s world.

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Find my poem below on pg 21. Also please be sure to follow Flora Fiction, purchase a print copy and submit to be considered for publication!

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

AZ

You stole my heart

And gave me a new name

The wide open spaces

To the desert beyond

Fissures and specks of sandy

Dust

Hit my face 

As I watch the thunderstorms

Roll in

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Far away

Across the horizon 

I see the oldest 

Volcano

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You change my soul

Into a new creation

Forever I am spellbound

To your rocky plains

Harpy song

That makes me crave

To live again

In your sweltering

Embrace

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Far Away

Across the horizon

I watch as the Kachinas

Dance in the evening sun


I wrote this as a response to the Tuesday Prompt Challenge over at the Go Dog Go Cafe. We were inspired to Write a poem about a place that inspires you. Instantly, Arizona came to mind. I was able to live there for a month and a half during the summer of 2016. This time was such an incredible experience and I can’t wait to go back and visit again. Honestly, I loved every moment that I was there. This desert place is so different from my hometown that I found myself marveling at the smallest things. I hope you enjoy the poem! Have you ever been to AZ? Do you think you would like to visit? Photo by Robert Murray on Unsplash.

Eomma

Eomma

Have a good day at work

I will pray for your safe return.

Eomma

What’s for dinner tonight?

Is it my favorite dish?

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She leaves the house

like anyother day

only to find

her soul

drifting to the great beyond

with no reason

for the depature.

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Eomma

Come home safe.

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I forgot to tell you

I love you


In the US, we have experienced yet another tragedy of a senseless shooting. There were 8 courageous and incredible women who left the earth on Tuesday. As I process these deaths, I wonder about my own impertinence. How things change in a blink of an eye. Eomma is the English spelling of the Korean word for “mother”. I wanted to pay proper tribute to these women and reflect on the families left behind. Photo by Jez Timms on Unsplash

Chimera

Tell me your name.

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Change

Shift

And Reveal

But then I blink

And you are gone.

Moving

Making and

Creating

New ripples in this

Thing we call

Life.

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Tell me your name, Chimera


This poem is inspired by the Name That Vase by The Alchemist’s Studio! Each month, readers are given the chance to write a poem inspired by the vase! I was part of this challenge back in 2019 and had the honor of naming this piece: here. What would you write in response to this vase? Picture by The Alchemist’s Studio.

blizzard of thoughts

Awake and feeling

That you’ve forgotten

Something important

To do

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I remember the way

You made me smile

And how I giggled

At your jest

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That moment

In time

And a blizzard of thoughts

I knew

It was love

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Staring up at the ceiling

And I think back

To all the important things

I need to say

To you


Hello! I have been going through some of the older Tuesday Writing Challenge prompts at the Go Dog Go Cafe. This poem was inspired by the title “blizzard of thoughts”. Although I have tried to steer clear of love poems recently, they always seem to creep back up on me! I enjoyed writing this poem and remember those feelings one gets as a teenager. Do you like to write love poems?

Heart Sealed

Maybe until

My eyes

Turn to ashes

Will I remember

That moment

I kept

My mouth

Words and

Heart sealed

To your pain

I saw

Knew and heard

How those people 

Treated  you

And I never

Looked your way

Or held your 

Gaze

As you searched 

For a friend

Yes, I will die

With this regret

Of my silence

In your moment

Of need


This poem was inspired by the Tuesday Prompt Challenge at thg Go Dog Go Cafe. Check out this weeks prompt: HERE. I am working through some older prompts to help inspire my writing. For this prompt we were instructed to write about regret over a past choice. I really dug deep for this piece and realized that some of my biggest regrets come from keeping my mouth shut and not speaking up. It was good to use this poem as a way to process those memories and I hope to grow into someone who can advocate for those around me. Photo by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash

Begin Again

Again!

Move against

The grain

Scraping

Bending

And moving past

The trapped

jumbled movement

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Again!

Change them into

Smooth

Skipping stones

Your thoughts

And actions

Worn and sanded

Almost to the point

Of cracking

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Repeat!

Twirl and tumble

Up and down

Back and forth

For the past

No longer defines

you

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Repeat!

Refined by 

The creation

Of new moments

And crashing

Through every

Door

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Again!

Keep pace to 

Your own rhythm

And feel

Sweet tender

Embraces

As your soul

Remembers 

Its name


I am so excited to announce that I will have a poem published in the Flora Fiction Literary Magazine: Spring 2021 issue! This is such a huge step for me personally!! The piece above was also submitted to the magazine but was not selected, so I thought I would share with you all. The theme for the Spring issue is “Revival” and I can’t wait to see the published issue! I know for a fact that I will be buying a physical copy so that I can have a keepsake of my first published work! I am beyond excited and just want to say to everyone out there, “THANK YOU!” Thanks for reading and commenting, your kind words have built up my confidence and push me to write more and more. I will let you know when the issue has been published and where you can find my piece!