Posted in Choka, January 2019

Fear’s Shadow

Shadow, poetry,
Image and poetry created by Leona J. Atkinson

It came creeping

In the dark night of my soul

Fear over shadowed

Covering like a thick fog

I lay paralized

Frozen in its doubt and dread

Until a shaft of hope

Broke through the darkness bringing

Strenght to rise and overcome

Choka

“When you face fear it evaporates. Shadows cannot stand light. —LeAura Alderson

This quote by LeAura is very true.

And this poem I wrote today is written from one of my true experiences with fear. We must face our fears and when we do they will dissipate.

Shakespeare also said it well:

“Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.”

(This quote has also helped me to face fears many times in my life.)

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Posted in April 2018, NaPoWriMo 2018, Syllabic Verse

Ceaseless Hope

Blue feather

Commit to always keep going non-stop

Singing a song only your heart knows

Clinging to a belief deep within

That will give your soul the wings to fly

Syllablic Verse

(Based on this poem by Emily Dickinson)

“Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,”

–Emily Dickinson

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 18

prompt for the day isn’t exactly based in revision, but it’s not exactly not based in revision, either. It also sounds a bit more complicated than it is, so bear with me! First, find a poem in a book or magazine (ideally one you are not familiar with). Use a piece of paper to cover over everything but the last line. Now write a line of your own that completes the thought of that single line you can see, or otherwise responds to it. Now move your piece of paper up to uncover the second-to-last line of your source poem, and write the second line of your new poem to complete/respond to this second-to-last line. Keep going, uncovering and writing, until you get to the first line of your source poem, which you will complete/respond to as the last line of your new poem

Posted in Etheree, May 2017

Heartstrings

Man with Guitar
Image from @poetryportrait

Paled

And poor

Dreams fading

Into the night

He clings to the hope

That his fingers will find

A new sound upon the strings

That will refresh his weary soul

To arise from the blue funk of woe 

And dance to the music of his heart

Etheree

( Portrait Prompt from @poetryportrait on Twitter )

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