When all else fails
Remaining immovable
Holding on to life
Haiku
When all else fails
Remaining immovable
Holding on to life
Haiku
Stepping out of my comfort zone
It’s difficult, thats true
Life is taking on different tone
Stepping out of my comfort zone
I’m out sharing, not sitting alone
Lots to see, lots to do
Stepping out of my comfort zone
It’s difficult, thats true
Triolet
Inspiration is an impulse to try something new.
A revelation that your life’s work isn’t through.
A thought that stimulates an action,
Spurring you by stimulating traction.
Arousing a notion, increasing your might,
Inspiration awakens you in the night
To new possibilities.
It’s the brainchild of capabilities.
A spark that lights a flame,
It changes the same, reorders the game,
Illuminates the path to find your muse,
Unleashing creativity without excuse.
It may come as a flash, creating a rumble,
Causing the mundane to fall and crumble,
Awakening a vision, encouraging a dream,
Inflating your diminished self esteem.
Often it’s a whim, a hunch, an insight,
An idea that seems to just sound right.
A brainstorm that threatens your complicity,
Calling you revive an old ability.
It motivates you to flights of fancy,
Soaring to heights that may be chancy,
Yet elevating you to live in rife,
And experience an enthusiasm for life!
Rhyme
Upon my window
The winds of time beat softly
Autumn leaves swirl
Things are changing again
Life keeps moving forward
Tanka
Nature shows us
Letting go
Can be beautiful
Syllable Lune
“Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go.” —Author Unknown
October
Flew in this morn
Trees waved their greeting
Leaves danced around her feet
The sun
Welcomed her with a bright kiss
Banishing morning dew
As roses bowed
Their heads
Butterfly Cinquain
As fast as she came,
She left us.
Another Goodbye
Syllable Lune
Once again
Autumn visits us
Abounding
In color
Leaves fall at her entrance
Blushing from her touch
Shadorma
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. —Albert Camus
Sunflowers bowing
Clouds shed tears
Summer’s final day
Syllable Lune
Choices create it
Happenings cause it
Anxiety is often its result
No one is immune to it
Good often comes from it
Everyone will experience it
Acrostic