An onwards trajectory
Borne up by the Flow
So you won’t
Cool clear light
Filters through the thin curtains.
The trains and the birds,
Their chorus sounding.
It indicates the earliness of her awakening
But then it consertinas the time to allow
For coffee and toast,
The news on the radio,
And proper emergence from the chrysalis
Of the previous day.
I have died
A thousand tiny deaths
Only to find myself
Back where I started,
A little older
Perhaps a little wiser.
But now my soul
Grows old with weariness,
Life grinding to a halt.
Bury me with You.
Kill off once and for all
Every thing which chains me
Ankle to old earth.
Change me in this fertile soil
Cause my life to germinate
Raise me up with You
To grow and flourish
As I should do:
Shelter for the lost
And food for the pilgrim.
All my life an offering
For your Glory.
Life is very busy at the moment, certainly as far as head space goes anyway, so sadly I wont be attempting nanowrimo this year.
But I still want to write.
So I am setting myself a little challenge of my own, to write creatively each day through November. This list of prompts seems like a good place to prepare…
A list of prompts has been floating around on the internet – I was told it originated on DeviantART – and after having successfully used the prompts, I share them with you. You pick a list (I have two right here) and write something for each theme. Poems, drabbles, short stories, journal entries, anything. A group of us from Holy Worlds are using the list to outline an entire novel to be written for NaNoWriMo. I just finished my outline today. 😀 You would be shocked to find how easy it is to create an entire, round, detailed plot just by using each theme to create a scene.
The Original List
3. Making History
12. Dead Wrong
13. Running Away
15. Seeking Solace
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A Sonnet of Dark and Light
How slow these dark and trouble filled nights can go.
The clouds swirling in oppressive plumes and drown
Any thought of starlight or gentle moon glow,
The one comfort is duvet wrapped around.
Here morning light comes in grey and mellow
Cocooning bed warmth slowly receding
And hot steaming tea a welcome fellow
It washes the last tangles of mourning.
Now the greatest choice lies ahead, bright day
Or sapping night, the way forward is mine
A choice to take or waste fretting away
The power here to take up is divine.
A bright future of soft gentle moonlight
and a heart filled with given love so bright.