Set Me Free Said the Sea

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Image by Jess Mann

“I just can’t do it! I can’t, don’t you see?

I just can’t be who you want me to be!

I’d love to, I would! It’d be for the best.

But I just can’t do it, so give it a rest.

I wish I could sparkle, but try as I might

I’m nothing but darkness without Moonlight.

So accept me now or just set me free!

You be the Stars and I’ll be the Sea!”

This was written for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge. Her theme this week is stars, night and water, the image for the challenge is the photo above, and the style requirement is meter. I chose Tetrameter (four beats to the line).

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I Want to be That Wise

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I met an old man one day.

He was charming in an old-fashioned way.

He seemed an expert on things I didn’t know.

I want to be that wise.

When I saw him again weeks later,

his smile for me couldn’t have been greater.

He knew how to make me feel special.

I want to be that wise.

Accomplished and yet so humble,

I’m amazed at all he can remember

about the world before it moved so fast.

I want to be that wise.

Never rude, nor loud or selfish,

he holds many virtues I cherish;

like dignity, respect and pride.

I want to be that wise.

When he told me about his wife,

I knew she was the love of his life.

His tears were from memories, not sorrow.

I want to be that wise.

He may be slow, but he’s feisty.

His hands tremble ever so slightly.

His thirst for knowledge is still strong.

I want to be that wise.

I’ve treasured this man over time.

I call him a friend of mine.

He taught me to count my blessings

so I might be worthy…and wise!

A response to today’s one-word prompt: Expert

Dark Days – A Rondelet Poetry Challenge

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On darkest days

no light penetrates the mad sky

On darkest days

no eyes can find the sun, but when

the storm becomes less foreboding

tortured minds stop exploding

On darkest days

This was written for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge. Her prompt was Summer Storm, the photo above was her visual and the style requirement was Rondelet. The Rondelet is a French form consisting of a single septet with two rhymes and one refrain:AbAabbA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats. The refrain is written in tetra-syllabic or dimeter and the other lines are twice as long – octasyllabic or tetrameter.

Cadee’s World of Magic Shadows

Children’s minds are simply delightful! The other day my granddaughter told me she was sure there were magic shadows in her room! Wanting her to pursue the thought a little further, I asked what she thought they were doing there. She didn’t know. I’ll admit, I was a little disappointed! I mean, if she is creative enough to come up with “magic shadows”, isn’t she capable of more? I wrote this little story to help set her mind in motion and spark her imagination. Who knows what she might think of the next time those magic shadows appear in her room!

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Somewhere between the light of day and the edge of night lies the peaceful kingdom of sleep. It is a world where twilight fairies and magic shadows live and play together. They ride into your room on fluffy white clouds so they can peek inside your dreams. They let you drift beside them to the places they love best, like Hope and Happiness, because that’s where you want to go when you dream.

Sometimes the magic shadows play tricks on your mind and you think you’re somewhere you’re not: a rolling green meadow where tall prairie grass tickles your nose as it sways in the gentle breeze; on a carousel of beautiful flowers whose soft, fragrant petals open and close to enfold you as it goes round and round; or overlooking a clear mountain lake that looks like shiny blue glass.

Meanwhile, the twilight fairies revel in their hike to the top of a rainbow. They stop for a brief rest before sliding down the other side, giggling all the way. If you’re lucky, they will take you with them as they soar like eagles in the sky. Then, just for fun, they will drop you into the waiting arms of friendly trees who catch you and bend down to the ground to set you on your feet again.

Soon enough the magic shadows and twilight fairies retreat into darkness and ever so slowly your room once more fills with the light of day!

Don’t Judge Me, I Won’t Judge You

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How thankful

I am

that I got to know you

long before

I heard

all the things

they said about you.

It just

goes to show

how wrong they can be,

for humble

I am

 you became friends with me.

To judge

someone else

before you give them a chance,

is like,

without music,

trying to learn how to dance.

We need

to look

at a person without bias

and let

them prove

what it is they hold righteous.

For until

we do,

how, in fact, can we know

what’s inside

their heart

if we don’t let it show?