My word for 2018:
My Choice

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

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.

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, flutterspillsforgottenstainspirouettes,
children, miserable, decision, neglected, cloudy, moments

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Thursday, December 04, 2014

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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Monday, December 01, 2014

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:
beamanchorshiftcloseheart, phrase,

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