Discover My Worth – #poetry #rebirth

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Drawing new life, from the universe
I remove the madness, end the curse

Shine, in my own spiritual light
Earth below me, a glorious sight

Sends up fire, to brighten the dark
In my soul, ever creating, a spark

A flare in the sky, exploding with power
This is my one, though not, final hour

To make good, for all I have sinned
My life, total chaos, the perfect whirlwind

Now calms, with the stars, sparkling bright
Transcending my thoughts, deep into night

Awakened refreshed, the burden, now lifted
My reminder that God, this life, He has gifted

To me, and only me, to discover my worth
Before my life ends, tis my living rebirth

 

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Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

Wordless Wednesday ~ Fly High – #nature #photography

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On Sunrise – #Haiku – #poetrychallenge

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Colleen’s poetry challenge for this week is a photo prompt!  Ironically, I used the same picture in a poem I wrote this past Monday, titled, “My Own Little Space“. Colleen challenged me to write a Haiku based on the same photo, to see where else the prompt might take me.  So, here is my Haiku!

 


Morning sun wakens

Many feathered creatures fly

Among orange clouds

 

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 154 #PhotoPrompt

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Photo via Pixabay CC0

On Mountains & Sky – #Haiku – #RonovanWrites

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Above the valley

Clouds gently touch mountain peaks;

Nature’s majesty

 

 

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #280 Valley & Peak

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Image by Pexels from Pixabay

Spiraling – #poetry #depression

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Overwhelmed by simple tasks
What is this I have become?
Sadness, behind my smiling mask
Truth is… I am feeling numb

Emotional, at the slightest change
Tears flow, and for no reason
Even to myself, I feel quite strange
Perhaps, it is that time of season

Where leaves once painted the trees
Now they lay, lifeless and brown
I watched them whirl, in the breeze
On their way, swiftly, falling down

I can relate to the leaves, you see
I’ve spiraled with them, for so long
Much like a twister, roaming free
Yet, unknowing if I truly belong

 

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Mabel Amber, still incognito… from Pixabay