RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 188 with prompt words - quick, slip As the slip glides down, Blood quickens, his eyes entranced A death long coming. ~ FlorenceT © 2018 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
I have been reading poetry lately, not the Whitman, Cummings or Oliver but of contemporary poets, many of whom shared their creations first on social media before making it to traditional publication.
Who hasn’t heard of New York Times bestselling author, Rupi Kaur with Milk and Honey (2014), her debut collection of poetry and prose collection of poems, and the recent The Sun and Her Flowers (2017). Both books address the ebb and flow of life – triumph and loss, joy and hurt, trauma and healing – in essence tracing the universality of the human condition.
Then there is the works of Lang Laev, born to Cambodian parents in a refugee camp in Thailand and raised in Sydney. She is the author of 5 collections of poems and prose, the most successful being Lullabies (2014) and Love and Misadventure (2013). Her other collections include
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In response to this photo prompt at Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Here is my contribution: Insignificance this human life - atop a mountain heralding victory then the looming chill of the shadow of the next, but look to the sun though casting shadows its rays of warmth always following; The indomitable human spirit - at... Continue Reading →
So it is I lay to rest amidst the green and nature's arms, to reignite the love once had but now dimmed in concrete jungle of greed and despair, temporary haven from the cries of need and wants; I now lay weary to the call of peace and my heart's grace. ~ FlorenceT This... Continue Reading →
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. ~ Robert Frost ... Continue Reading →
Extract ed from "Milk and Honey" by Rupi Kaur - a beautiful gift. © 2017 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
Post-truth Word of the year as Oxford Dictionaries pronounces, Era of emotions and subjective beliefs Death knell to objectivity and facts, Sensationalism, you say? Or time for the personal to triumph? Emotions, relations and transgressions rule, where once ‘truths’ of a tribe - dominant culture, norms and traditions - prevail. Whose truth must we... Continue Reading →
My contribution to Colleen's Weekly Tanka Poetry Prompt Challenge, with her prompt words - Wind and Grace. Autumn leaves falling, wind aloft, being carried to a distant shore; As love awaits beyond time, to claim and be claimed, the same. ~ Florence T And a song along similar theme, for your enjoyment: ... Continue Reading →
Breathe. One word, and so much more. Different for each of us. Breathe. I remember when I first needed this word. I remember when it meant more to me than an act. Slow down. Settle in. It'll be fine. Be patient. Treasure this. You are amazing. Breathe. One word, a world of meanings. ... Continue Reading →
~ FlorenceT © 2016 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
When all is said and done I am only flying home. Like the young curlew flying Not knowing, north Assured only by collective memories Of a past not lived, Universal in nature, instinctive. Carried on the wings of others Gone before, in trust Of the flock marshalling its strength Never ceasing its formation, Forever holding,... Continue Reading →
The Layers I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see... Continue Reading →
I have been making my way through this tome for some time and whenever my mood takes me, I'll open "The Essential Rumi" to a page where my spirit lands, and there I read. A very good friend gave me this book of poem, which I'd wanted for a very long time. This translation of... Continue Reading →