The Freedom Song of the Jigsaw Girl

My firm does a newsletter 3 times a year and I have been supplying a poem for said newsletter for a couple of years now. I've used most of the ones I had written that were not too deeply personal or too sad, so I am finding myself having to craft new ones. This isn't a bad thing, sometimes I need the prompt to sit down and write poetry. Our fall newsletter theme is renewal, and I have been inspired by the beauty of changing leaves against fog on my way into work several times this week. So I sat down and wrote this. It's another etheree, as I find that form to be really inspiring and easy to work with and it fits this sort of piece so well.

Autumn Mist

Fog
hushes
the forest,
softens the world.
Leaves glow red, orange, gold--
beacons in the muzzled
grey. Breathe in quiet stillness;
exhale the busy mind's anxious
worries. Enjoy crisp leaves underfoot;
woodsmoke tinted air. Rest brings renewal.

This poem was written for ashestosnow who poetree Climbing the Poet's Tree Challenges #13 over the summer. Zie was very patient in waiting for hir prize. Zie requested a poem on spiritual encounters with fire or trial by fire. Thank you for your patience!

Kiss the Flame

Fire
burn through
my troubled
soul. Cauterize
these old wounds, destroy
those pockets of poison
that have lingered for so long.
I stare across the burning coals
and envision the lies of my past
and the lost child I once was. Kiss the flame.
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One of the recent napowrimo prompts was silence. This prompt managed to inspire two short poems. Interestingly enough they went in opposite directions. The first is a blank verse format, and the second a etheree (which I have found an addictive and fun form to use). As always, concrit is appreciated.

On Silence

We are not built for silence
not anymore
We have become used to noise
to distractions
Silence makes us uncomfortable
jittery, uneasy
We fidget, chatter, turn up the radio
turn on the tv
Our thoughts grind against each other
loud in our heads


A Meditation

Breathe
inhale
the silence
calm the waters
let thoughts sink or drift
like seeds left to take root
where they wish to grow in time
exhale worries strife tension stress
feel the pull of time's currents but be
not rushed along breathe and live the moments

I have had a dreadful time focusing on the things I need to be doing today and haven't been able to completely formulate my next post poetree (though it's partly there and will be up sometime tomorrow afternoon/evening). So I decided to take a break and try answering this week's Climbing the Poet's Tree writing challenge. There is a challenge for readers as well, and prizes are available for both writing and reading challenges. As a comm admin, I'm not eligble to win, but it sure is fun participating. I highly encourage folks to check it out. It's lots of fun, and you do not have to be a dreamwidth user to participate. This weeks writer's challenge is to write one of three forms introduced on the comm last week, a cinquain, an etheree, or a triquint. I chose to try my hand an an etheree. It's untitled, and title suggests are welcome. Concrit is also appreciated and welcome. This is my first time trying out this format. I recommend playing with it, it's fun to write.

Untitled Etheree

Drag
beyond
comfort zones
set worldviews on
edge erase gender
boundaries blur the lines
in our heads transcend too tight
categories transform ourselves
no more hatred no more fear let us
live free beyond your tags let me be me

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