Gloomy days

These gloomy December days,

some so dark they don’t even qualify as days.

The ones that stay so dark that

morning transitions directly into evening.

These gloomy December days

that add more gloom to hearts

that are already in the dark.

Hearts that have been broken,

for so many reasons torn apart,

hearts that were on the mend,

but are repeatedly broken.

We are challenged to look

behind and beyond the gloom,

to look for the inherent flame in our hearts.

On each of these gloomy December days

let us negotiate this challenge

and win.

Let us see the spark and kindle it,

so the flame can shine through the gloom.

Later,

the flame can begin to replace the gloom

shadow by shadow,

until daylight returns.

© Inger-Marie Sæverud  10.12.14

  

One moment spills into another

One moment spills into another

a childish tumble

without looking back

Neglected days roll by without contents

just a flutter of pirouettes that

stain the passing nights

Dead hours hide in clouds of misery
and resolute decisions to escape 
are forgotten

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Wordle 188 - playing with these words:

resolute, flutter, spills, forgotten, stains, pirouettes,

children, miserable, decision, neglected, cloudy, moments

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Light breezes float

Light breezes float over gathering souls
scattered latecomers
hurry over the plains
unable to stop themselves
gazing up at sky splendor
listening to the rattle of stars in the crisp air
bent on making it
their skin deep secular minds suddenly turned spiritual
by harvest time approaching

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Wordle 189 - playing with these words:
gathering, able, gaze, breeze, secular, skin,
rattle, plain, scattered, splendor, harvest, bent
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The Sunday Whirl

The shift

The shift began subtly, 

quite some time ago, 

and my once anchored heart 

had already broken it's moorings 

and started to drift 

with a different current. 

My life's learning process 

turned around and became 

a feat of unlearning. 

Old truths became inherited lies. 

Once I saw that, 

in a moment of clarity, 

I could yield to new truths, 

received by the fertile layers 

of my now free range heart. 

Beams of light surrounded me, 

and as phrases of gratitude poured out 

I finally felt connected and close 

to my Universal Creator. 

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Wordle 110 - playing with these words:

beam, anchor, shift, close, heart, phrase,

range, connect, current, fertile, layers, yield

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