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Shortcomings

mildreflections:

The problem is:

I feel too much,

Speak too little.

Fear too much,

Fight too little.

Dream too much,

Do too little.

Breathe too much,

Live too little.

The problem lies

In all there is to me,

And how little I make of it.  

                                – Mild Reflections

This, this is why you’re the best. I feel this way too sometimes.

delightfulharmonypoetry:

love is, 
being so upset I can barely breathe
calling you and hearing your voice calm my fears
hearing you smilingly tell me your secret compartment filled with affection
finding it with your instruction
there in the dusty recesses of the past 
you thought of future me hurt or craving
you tucked some sweetness away for a rainy day
i love you, this says to me
I thought of you then and I thought of you now
of a future when I might have the thing to make you smile 
if only for a second, if only for a bite 
I wanted to be ready to bring you delight

i don’t know why you love me, most days
Most nights too 
but please don’t ever stop or I don’t know what I’ll do

@vagabondprophet

Awww shucks.

Spaces Beautiful

mildreflections:

As I look up at the night sky,

I feel myself being absorbed by its vastness.

The more I stare,

The further I sink into its immense depth.

And before I know it,

I am there.

Among the empty spaces of a tranquil blue,

A soul wandering,

Searching,

Seeking,

For the light of the stars,

And the innocent shine of the moon.

Because not all of us want to be found,

Some of us just want to lose ourselves,

Into spaces beautiful.

                         -Mild Reflections

Amazing again.

Prompt Day 22

vagabondprophet:

I lilt and sway

Just like Gord’s voice

When he sang Fiddlers Green,

Soundtrack for my life.

Sinclair drops the bass,

Fay crashes cymbals,

Paul and Robby plucking strings,

Like wizards to make waves

For the words to dance all over,

Like the wind in a storm,

A real nautical disaster.

Yer not the Ocean but the surface is green

And the dark interweaves

In a lonely iridescence,

It’s terribly deep and the cold is complete.

Just like the ocean.

Loving your country, playing songs of small town news,

I can teach my children about the nation

With rock and roll.

Canada divided into thirteen parts,

A discography of thirteen albums,

No coincidence.

The most honourable thing yet,

That you evolved to challenge a nation

Unknowingly flawed, abusive.

Adoring your home, but not calling it perfect

True patriotism, true love always seeks to improve.

That’s just what you did

You are ahead by a century.

Now Downie gone,

But his voice will ring out forever,

As he walks among the stars.

I still lilt and sway

Just like Gord’s voice

When he sang anything,

Soundtrack for my life.

– Vagabond Prophet

          – for ‘ The Tragically Hip’, quotes throughout this poem from their songs: Nautical Disaster, Yer not the Ocean, Fiddlers Green, Ahead by a Century, The Drop Off.

        – If you don’t know this band you should, He rhymes Catharsis with ‘My arse is’. If that’s not a clever lyricist I don’t know what is.

Can’t believe its been a whole year since we lost him.

907rebelqueen:

“When you stumble, it doesn’t mean you’ll fall.
When you crack, it doesn’t mean you’ll shatter.
When you hurt, it doesn’t mean you’ll die.
But –
If you do fall, rise again.
If you do shatter, mend stronger.
And if you do die, resurrect with hell behind you.”

— Of Blood & Ink

Awesome!

mildreflections:

Fruits of the Spirit #9

Joy as defined by the poetic dictionary:

When you shudder in a heat that surges though your veins, and tears and smiles merge to become one and the same. The tongue has so much to say, but sits still waiting, for the heart to stop pacing; for words to brim and put meaning to this undefined elation, slowly analyzing this sensation. No verses form, no poetry, only one word holds: joy.

Other definitions include:

  • The wagging tail of a dog, the life in his eyes, and the love in his heart, for a presence that he adores. The return of a loved one.
  • The beginning of an adventure, the map marked and studied, when treasures are so close to the dreaming soul but so far in reality. But just as much, joy is also in the fruitful end, when the quest that was riddled with attrition, seems like an old friend under the light of your glistening success.
  • Joy is the air around a group of friends, who know the depths of each other souls. It is the conversation that incessantly unfolds of all stories old and new.

Synonyms Include:

  • Mirth
  • Pleasure
  • Happiness
  • Elation

Antonyms Include:

  • Sorrow
  • Despair
  • Sulk
  • Lugubrious  

Some say joy is a guest of choice, we can host her when we want, while others find her an elusive spirit, like butterflies, just fluttering about. The unanimous stance, if there is any, is that joy is what we seek, she is the element that makes ordinary, a memory to cherish and keep.  

                                         –Mild Reflections

So the journey ends. It was a pleasure working with @vagabondprophet, a great poet and a fun friend, someone who always has interesting stories. Thank you once again for making me a part of this.  

This is amazing, an excellent interpretation of Joy beautifully told. I have been so fortunate to have a poet as talened as @mildreflections join me on this fledgling project. Thanks for coming alongside me.

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Okay people. Going to be up all night again. Company is appreciated.

– Vagabond Prophet

Talk to me, join me on my journey of exhaustion.

Yup. One more time this week! Talk to me.

Mhmmmm

Please, join me in my nighttime wakefulness.

I am a crazy person and will not be sleeping tonight again. Anybody in the same boat?

If nobody comes along, it’s okay I’m prepared.