As the snow melted in early spring I finally find a voice with which to sing Buried deep underground with my crushed dreams I suffocated there where no one heard my screams
My instinct was to be free Away from this wretched grave An inhospitable prison where I had been a slave Pushing the earth upwards my soul was set free No longer indebted and never more your devotee
Written for National Poetry Writing Month NaPoWriMo
Day 11 - April 11th
Today, taking a leaf from Elhillo’s work, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of origin. Where are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally, physically, spiritually? And having come from there, where are you now?
Quoting Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 American Standard Version (ASV) She asked us to take two lines from the complete verse and work them into our poem, either literally, or as a prompt.
I chose: " a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together"
Here is the complete verse
For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.
She followed the circled path in the Healing Garden as it was so called Her desire for silence to let go of fears she noticed it was walled
The bougainvillea spilled over with its deep pink blossoms A sight for tired eyes Fragrant jasmine intertwined with tree foliage as if dropping from the skies
Resting on the white bench She drew peaceful energy from the surroundings Her need for serenity almost complete and no longer compounding
The stillness of the moment Brought clarity to jumbled thoughts Her journey now obstacle free Meditation and solidarity Simple solutions for troubled minds and no more need to flee
The Elfchen is an 11 word poem written in 5 lines— Line 1=1word, Line 2=2words, Line 3=3words, Line 4=4 words, Line 5 =1 word. Lines 1 and 5 should not be the same word.
Mel at Crushed Caramel also tagged me in this prompt. Check out her Elfchen!
