Should this pen fail me, Should this papyrus crumble, I shall tarry not. My blue blood will on stone write. I'll sacrifice to earn light. ©Aweni Image credit: Google This Tanka poem is in response to Colleen’s weekly Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. The prompts for this week’s challenge are synonyms of GIVE and RECEIVE. … Continue reading A poet’s promise
When I came across this beautiful summary of some of Rumi’s golden words, I was ecstatic. It is not everyday you come across such a brief but holistic summary of some of his important life lessons. I had to share with you. A long post but well worth the read.
“Study me as much as you like, you will not know me, for I differ in a hundred ways from what you see me be. Put yourself behind my eyes and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.” ~ Rumi
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī, also known as Rumi, was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic who, in my personal opinion, wrote some of the most beautiful and most profound words that were ever written. You won’t believe it how much wisdom and how so much power there is in his words. It’s incredible.
It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.”
“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the…
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Melville looked fearfully at the Amazon he'd trained. She was meant to be his weapon against her kind. But, she discovered his intentions and her rage was sublime. He wouldn't give up. He would sow discord in their midst. Her army would turn on her, he thought gleefully. He knew he had lost when she shouted, … Continue reading United, they win
When I wear my heart on my sleeve, I am daring you to crush or keep, A heart steeped in need & glee. Knowing it matters not to it, What your choice will be. Either way its win & win A crush will its glee kill. A keep, its needs meet. As far as … Continue reading I dare you
They attribute my worth to irrelevancies. Does it not suffice that I give shelter? That I shield from harsh winds? That my hearth warms? They come in, asking, 'how big is the garden?' 'Are the kitchen tops marble?' 'How many rooms are there?' I don't mind that last question though. You see, humans are … Continue reading La Casa’s lament
Smaerd turns to me, "tell me about Cranes." I jumped right in, "ah, 'Story of the Cranes', do you know scholars deny it?" Smaerd looked at me, "no not that." I didn't ask, just jumped right in, again. "Oh, you mean, a thousand origami Cranes and how they make a wish come true!" Smaerd now exasperated, … Continue reading What do you know of Cranes?
She made love to his mind. This was no balderdash like phone sex. Apologies to aficionados. Theirs was dynamite and illuminating. But just a sandglass long. He knew it not as sin. Until he could look his wife not in the eye. ©Aweni Image credit: Deflyne
They uttered all the words he wanted to hear. Excitement tore at him from within. The big rush of adrenaline he felt Propelled him onto clouds Dark with his pride. Upon them he stood, Until they fell as shame. What a rude awakening he had, When his body struck the ground. Ouch! They weren't in … Continue reading Before a fall, sycophants rule
Smacking his broad gold lips, Donald did not see the malevolent look Mel gave him. She made those babies. They should be hers for the eating, not Donald's. Dolefully, she plotted with the others. They shared her sentiments. When a golden haired girl not more than six walked in with her mother screaming excitedly, "Goldfish! … Continue reading How Mel got her own back.
For a nymph, I fell. Enamoured with her I am. With glee, I am spelled. Chains cast in steel lift my heart. Happy as a lark, I am. ©Aweni Image credit: elicesp This post is in response to Colleen's weekly Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. The prompts for this week's challenge are … Continue reading Spelled