Human Missconceptions (2020 Re-post)

Art by helldivo at DeviantArt 

We see trees to fell

We fail to hear the stories a forest can tell

Timber to count

Of life giving life, until we come Gaia’s fount

Land to clear

Rebirth and renewal every year

Fields to sow

How nature nothing away throws

We see nature as something to tame

Our beloved planet will never be the same

We must learn, or live in man made hell
Teach each other to hard challenges surmount
Learn to hold our only planet dear
Accept that to some laws of nature we must bow
Because if Earth dies beneath our feet, we only got ourselves to blame

© RedCat


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Nearly a year on I wish I could say we have taken strides to change our behavior. To remind us all this becomes this week’s archive poem.

In The Anthropocene Hymnal we share poetry about our slow sleepwalk into Armageddon.



Inspiered by the beautiful artwork shared by The Sunday Muse.

Also posted to Writers’ Pantry #34 at Poets and Storytellers United.

Source

New Growth – After “Roots” by Frida Kahlo

“Roots” 1943 by Frida Kahlo

A glimmer of hope and faith
Let’s seeds of hope germinate
Growing tender shoots
Sending out questing roots
Searching for purchase in the arid plain
Watered by tears of grief and pain


Growing stronger each day
As the soul realizes she may
Free the muses to let creativity flow
Allow faith in budding ability to grow
Trust in the Goddess boon
Receive nourishment from sun and moon


Evolve according to the season
Follow the heart’s bright beacon
Until passion sings in the blood
Flowing freely, transforming the lifeless mud
Into rich and fertile earth
Where a scarred soul might find rebirth

©RedCat


Inspired by “Roots” by Frida Kahlo and written for this week’s Sunday Muse.

I’m so happy to get a chance to write to an artist whose artwork and life story has always inspired me greatly.

Also shared with the Writers’ Pantry at Poets and Storytellers United, and Promote Yourself Monday at Go Dog Go Café.


Photo credits in descending order

Photo by Russ Ward on Unsplash

Photo by Christian Joudrey on Unsplash

Tears Out Of The Eyes Of A Doll – A Trimeric Poem


Tears out of the eyes of a doll
Thrown out, forgotten and forsaken
Feeling unloved, abandoned and small
Life no longer by touch awakened

Thrown out, forgotten and forsaken
No longer cared for at all
Left cold and weather beaten

Feeling unloved, abandoned and small
Laying ditched and shunned
Lost in better times recall

Life no longer by touch awakened
Waiting for eternal darkness to fall
Brings tears out of the eyes of a doll

©RedCat

Written for this week’s Sunday Muse

Written in the Trimeric form, with a rhyme scheme of Abab bab aba baA, where a capital denotes a repeated line.



Also shared to Promote Yourself Mondays at GO DOG GO CAFÉ.


Requisites For A Happy Life

Photography by Artist, Jasper James

Where do you find the requisites for a happy life?

Out there among the pulsing life among the highrises neon lights?
Further afield among the hills and forest natural flow?

Twirling in flashing lights, feet guided by the baseline.
Breathing deep in the forest calm, guided to the core of it all.

Searching alone, yet connected by the song,
composed out of human throng?
Under clear blue or starlit skies,
bathed in the moon’s glow.

Or in the discrepancies and journey between the two?
Not in either or, but in the full enjoyment of the best of both.

©RedCat


Inspired by this weekend’s picture at The Sunday Muse, and the word from Sammi Cox, requisite.


Read other Sunday Muse pieces here.

Read other Sammi Cox responses here.


A Trip To The Wild Side! – A Trimeric(ish) Poem


– Welcome my lady!
I’ll be your chauffeur to the other side.
Where you’ll meet your parts called dark and shady.
The ones you hide because they’re deemed too free thinking and wild.

I’ll be your chauffeur to the dark side.
Fasten your seatbelt, it’ll be a wild ride.
No need to blush, we all have sides we hide.

You’ll meet all your parts called dark and shady.
Those you dispatch to your mind’s darkest alleys.
The ones you think will make you less of a lady.

Hidden because they’re deemed too free thinking and wild.
Thoughts and notions that might brand you a flower child.
Things you fear will make you from polite society exiled. 

– Welcome sweet lady, to a trip to the wild side!

©RedCat

Photo by Saffu on Unsplash

Written for this week’s Sunday Muse

Inspired by the prompt photo, and the comic Lenore, the Cute Little Dead Girl that for some reason popped into my mind as I started writing. Can’t find it now, but I think a picture with Lenore might have been the first time I came across the “Come to the dark side, we have cookies” meme. The Lou Reed song didn’t turn up until I wrote the last line. 

I’ve played around a bit with the rules, hence the Trimeric(ish). But otherwise this is my second use of the form first tried in Guarded By The Unicorn.


Read other responses to The Sunday Muse here.


Arcane is your path — Let some light guide your way.
Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash

Malleable Strawmen of Gold


We’re all born malleable lumps of clay.
Full of hidden nuggets of unformed gold.
Strawmen built of experience strands of hay.

Able to ourselves shape, reshape and mold.
Rebuild from the ruins, rise from the ashes.
Take trauma and rare origami gems fold.

To withstand tormenting flashbacks flashes.
Find meaning when all seems utterly lost.
Capture fleeting hope that by us dashes.

Change orbit to no longer be star-crossed.
Listen to the voice in our hearts and soul.
Let passion heal, lift our spirits aloft.

Let hurt go, take charge, be in control.
Reassemble the pieces to a new whole.

©RedCat

Written for this week’s Sunday Muse.
Also shared with Writers’ Pantry #74: Words, words, glorious words.

Written in the Terza Rima pattern. Which I tried a few times before.
In Raven Dream Flight, Open, Accept, Surrender and In The Badger Sett.


Let me run with you (2020 Re-post)


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It’s Wednesday and time to wander the archives. Decided to share this poem that are inspired both by the photo and a book that influenced me a lot. (Read more below.)

Twenty months after deciding to take my writing online – to share my souls lust – I can say it have been one of the best and most rewarding decisions of my life.

I’ve learned and evolved so much, found a sharing and caring writing community I couldn’t even imagine before.

Thank you all! ❤️



Leader of the pack
High priestess of the coven
Knowing every secret track
Supported by her dozen

Between you stand a suppliant
Heart and soul plea
Broken good girl remnant
Growth requires room to be free

Surrender myself to your wisdom
There’s nothing left but inner trust
No time left to be steered by the fearsome
Break free, return to life governed by soul’s lust

© REDCAT


Once again this photo prompt is eerie in its synchronicity. The other day I listened to a podcast that mentioned a book I haven’t thought of in years. Tried to find it, to no avail. Then this photo, that touches upon the book, my thoughts, my insights… Everything swirling around right now, due to my intense meditation schedule. So I searched for the book again. Without finding it. Tomorrow I’ll head to the attic to search some more…

The book I’m talking about is – Women Who Run with the Wolves. Read this article – which happen to contain marvelous art – to know why you should read it.

Poem inspired by the photo from Sunday Muse # 96.
Also linking to Writers’ Pantry #8: We Like Multiples of Three
and
Promote Yourself Monday, 2/24/20 and Roundup for 2/17/20.


Whose soul do you capture (2020 Re-post)


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Time to wander the archives. Tonight a poem about who or what really gets captured in a photograph.

Enjoy!



Whose soul do you capture
Hidden behind the smoke and mirrors
Of your camera lens

The soul of your subject
Should she be brave enough
To let her eyes speak truth

The soul of your fans
Mesmerized by your unique viewpoint on humanity

The soul of the artist
Shines through every composition
Every chosen shadow
Every directed focalpoint

The hidden shared collective soul of human suffering
Snapshot captured for eternity

© REDCAT

Inspired by the photo, a conversation this week about early reactions to photos and cameras, and feeling of strong kinship you can get from certain photographs.

Linked to Sunday Muse # 95 and Writers’ Pantry #7: Strolling through February Streets.

I also felt I had to include the picture from the pantry as it’s one from the beautiful Old Town here in Stockholm.
I love rambling walks trough it’s twisty streets and alleys.

Marten Bjork, Gamla Stan Stockholm, Unsplash

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