Tag: reblog

mildreflections:

Angel

How big were your beautiful wings?

How young was my soul?

You wrapped me in a sweet embrace,

And I didn’t realize the world could be foul.

I grew up believing,

The stories you fed me for sleep.

Tales of magical creatures,

Lives of ruthless kings and sweet queens.

I was blinded by your love,

So I wasn’t ready to see,

When your feathers fell like your hair,

And the needles scarred your skin.

Drilling to tatters,

Your seamless wings.

When the lustrous glow of your eyes,

Was slowly poisoned by your cure.

And the brave smile that you put on,

Broke under the pain of it all.

I wasn’t prepared,

So I did not know what to say.

I hope you understood,

That I loved you every one of our counted days.

How big were your beautiful wings?

How foolish was I all along?

To not know that even angels could fall,

And someday forever be gone.

                                  – Mild Reflections

                                 ( dedicated to my mother ) 

So beautiful.

Starry Night

mildreflections:

My fingers trace the contours of your face,

There is an uncanny familiarity.

I have long stared out at the night sky,

And wondered if anything could be so pretty.

It is strange how name forges skin,

Some would say it’s destiny.

I have long spent time finding meaning,

Behind such brilliant anomalies.

It is sad beauty never sees itself,

The night doesn’t know and neither do you.

How the moon forms in your smile,

And the stars sparkle in your eyes.

How every blemish on your skin,

Is like a foamy cloud that gives the sky substance.

You are what I have always lost myself into,

But in a form I can hold.

My fingers can finally trace the light,

And know the true warmth

Of a starry night.

                               –  Mild Reflections

Fruits Of The Spirit #1

mildreflections:

Long Suffering as
described by the poetic dictionary

Definition:

Forging soul like moulding iron. The furnace screeching
unspeakable horrors, constant heat feeding molten flames and the periodic fall
of a hammer; all endured and all absorbed finally delivering a glistening
product.

Other Definitions:

  • Riding on a bumpy road. Tossing, falling but
    never stopping to reach your destination.
  • Enduring absence; holding hope when all seems
    unreachable.

Synonyms Include:

  •    Tolerant
  •    Strong Will

Antonyms Include:

  • · Complaining

Long suffering is to
realize that good things and great laurels are not gifted through ease but
earned through diligence and discomfort.


Collaborating with @vagabondprophet . Thank you for letting me in on your project.

Glad to have you on board. Great job keep it up.

On Writing With Music

mildreflections:

There is something about music,

That calls upon words.

It plunges into our hearts,

Finding what we could never feel,

And puts them on our tongue,

So we can taste

The flavor of symphonies.

Every note conjures a scene,

Every beat breaths a thought.

Resonating in the deepest depths of our soul,

Forging stories we forgot.

And soon we are lost,

Our mind put to a trance.

Under the sparks of a billion neurons,

We watch as our words dance.

They come out and sway to the rhythm,

Surf the waves of trembling sound.

And I have now come to know,

When beauty begets beauty,

Even sullen works,

Seem to glow. 

                  – Mild Reflections

I love this, puts into words a lot of my feelings about the magic of music. Thanks for this.

Silenced

mildreflections:

I was silenced when I realized,

Screams in this world vanquish

Faster than candles against winds.

Quietened,

When it dawned upon me

That to stop a fight,

Means to sometimes take a hit.

Stymied,

When I grew up to understand

That win or lose doesn’t matter was just a myth.

And consolation prizes were stuff of fairy tales.

Stopped,

When I realized it took longer runs to achieve dreams,

And shorter to just be,

What the world wants me to be.

And I gave up after a single cry,

Because there was never time,

For second tries.

I choked on truths,

Because lies were easier to swallow.

And did it until,

They were heavy enough,

And I was no longer hollow.

I forgot to laugh,

Because sorrow was more comforting.

And put up walls,

Because I was told,

People could be destructive.

Became cold,

Because love was too difficult.

And easy relationships,

Was hoping for miracles.

So you see,

I was not always a silent person.

The end of my voice came,

With every little breakthrough in life.

When I realized the infinite pains

Of an enormous universe,

And then reflected upon my minute size.

                                 – Mild Reflections

Thanks you @vagabondprophet for prompting @josy57 and I with ‘at the end of your voice’. I hope you this is fine.

Vast Arrays

Thank you for tagging me to this prompt challenge. @mildreflections

Prompt: Write using ONLY the first letter of your (real or blog) name for the FIRST word in EACH stanza!

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Vulnerable and pliable

Vascularly accessible

Volatile and prone to error.

Victual for my lover

Veritable sacrifice for greater causes,

Vicious and gentle in equal measure.

Villain and Hero, fighting civil war.

Very uncivil, I’ll have you know.

Victorious over many things

Vanquished by many others,

Vagarious and foolish.

Vast arrays of descriptors

Vague and exacting both,

Vacant yet still there, telling of my heart.

– Vagabond Prophet

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I am tagging @josy57  @here-lie-my-thoughts

If you accept the prompt challenge, use #impromptuesdays as tagline

Tag Game

Poetry Tag Game

@jamesponse tagged me let’s do this thing.

When did you start to write poetry?

In high school, then after high school I stopped for nearly a decade and now I’m back again!

Do you write poetic prose, free verse or use set forms?

Usually free verse, just whatever wants to come out at the time.

Name 3 main themes you explore in your poetry:

Faith, Love, Nature.

Name 3 things which get you inspired:

People watching, spending time out of doors, music.

Name 3 elements of nature most often mentioned in your poetry:

Night sky, waves, and wind.

Name 3 words you love:

Unwieldy, petrichor, adorned.

Name 3 words you hate:

Certain curse words, Racial slurs, cliche.

Do you have a preferred time of day for writing?

Well I only ever write at night, because it’s the only chance I ever get, so night time but I also don’t have anything to compare it to.

Add one question of your own to this list:

What’s the most cups of coffee you’ve ever drank in one day?

Do you ever run out of words to write?

Sometimes I get blocked, but not often, more often than not I have too many words and get lost while trying to arrange them nicely.

Do you have any other social media where you showcase your poetry?

No sir.

Come up with a prompt and tag a Tumblr poet who you want to inspire:  

Write a love letter to your favourite breakfast. @lillypads-starrynights

Tag 3 Tumblr poets who you want to get to know better:

@mildreflections @josy57 @sarahmariepardy

A Place I Love

mildreflections:

It is not high enough to

Drown your breath.

But it is high enough,

To lay the city at your feet.

And with every step you ascend,

You will find yourself closer to serenity.

There are places in this world,

Where words flow like eternal streams.

Brimming over soul and mind

To proclaim,

Its love for simplicity.

And when on top you would find,

This place to be much the same.

Don’t mind the dogs that scamper,

They too are in awe.

Go all the way to ridge,

This is what you came for.

Watch as time loses meanings,

Your feet glued to the sand.

Illusions of nature,

Watch the sky kiss the land.

And if you stay long enough,

You would hear the bells.

There is a church here,

So quiet you couldn’t tell.

But the bell is not for prayer,

No, it is for the kids.

Those wronged by fate stay here,

Spreading joy and bliss.

Watch them come out and play,

Watch the innocence on their face.

And when it is time to descent,

You would know you are in love with this place.

– Mild Reflections

@vagabondprophet  I hope I was able to transport you to a place I really like over here.

Really love this piece, everybody look and be amazed by a talented poet.