As the clouds roll by…

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National Relaxation Day

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Comment-a-Haiku Poetry Competition! – Submit Your Poem

What a wonderful activity for Sunday night. I really soaked in these haikus and the community reflecting upon them. With the hope for all living things on our planet being cherished, here is my entry.

a revolving home
with contrast of lives who wake
under the same sky

Thanks Vita Brevis for bringing us together through poetry.

Vita Brevis

Vita Brevis is hosting a four-day haiku competition–taking place entirely in the comment section of this post!


Here’s What You Need to Know:

How to Submit:

1. Submit one nature-themed 5-7-5 haiku as a comment on this post

2. Reblog this post on your blog or write a post announcing that you’ve entered it

3. (Optional) Give good feedback on other commenters’ work!

Theme: Nature

Reward: We’ll publish the winning poet, featuring their haiku on the front page of our online magazine with a link to their blog.

When: Starting right now (08/10), ending Monday night (08/13)

Questions: Use our Contact Us page–I’ll get back to you soon!

Support Us Here.


I’ll try to respond to as many of you as I can–get writing and have fun!

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The Answers

My poem, The Answers, is up on The Drabble today. It is a reflection from young adulthood and the power of finding your own answers. I am grateful to have my voice shared on another site. The Drabble is a favorite of my mine.

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By Ali Grimshaw

They call me adult.
I have learned to apologize, drive a car
mastered spell check to avoid embarrassment.
Yet my days of fevered creation
and re-imagining myself, remain inadequate.
Knowing I know less with each ring of curiosity around my trunk.
Like paint peeling off an old house I am more than one color.
I live as a revolving door to exit and enter,
each time with a different view.
Growing up I believed adults lived in sureness.
Shocked disappointment crashed down
when the truth broke through
with no answers in its hands for me.
Why didn’t mom tell me?

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The Field

Grief is unlayering
revisit your core
you are the seeds of hope

Resharing this poem as a inspiration to let go for those who are in pain today. Thank you to The Drabble for choosing this poem as one of the Ten Favorite Drabbles of 2016.

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editors pick

By Ali Grimshaw

A crack,

followed by a breaking open.

As the walls fall,

you will no longer be contained,

held separate.

Grieve and they shall crumble,

until the last stone is still

Leaving you in a field of golden openness.

Wide and light,

No need for protection

Bare

In the warm air.

     
Bio: Ali Grimshaw is a poet and blogger. Her blog called flashlight batteries, https://flashlightbatteries.wordpress.com/, offers hope for those struggling in the darkness and a mirror for tough times in life.

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Dandelions

This poem by Sarah Russell spoke to me. She made every word count. I believe you will find it a keeper.

Just like the dandelion, each of us has the power to define who we are regardless of the labels that others may try to stick on us.

Sarah Russell Poetry

“A weed is a flower growing in the wrong place.”
                            George Washington Carver

Spike-haired, brass-blonde,
they invade the bluegrass suburbs
where blades form a passive sameness
if tended as intended.  They strut
across the green of everyday —
strumpets in tattered leafy skirts,
stiletto roots — bestowing downy favors
on the summer breeze.

– Sarah Russell
First published in Your Daily Poem
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unpuzzling the enemy

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hate screams black in fear, with intent
to turn listener to stone or distraction

what you think is the opposition
dressed in defenses worn comfortably

is only,       just another
scared,       eyes-wide        and searching

no different than the face in
your bathroom mirror each morning

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

Quadrille #61 – dVerse Poets Pub