Poetry ~ Waka
Plunging toes
in salty liquid
steam doth rose
from scalding heat,
soaking like a marinade
softens like a serenade
bathed in salted water
feeling such a deepened shift
startled, winded
from this swift
ache amended
gasps for air,
heart is seized
moments concede
tears that seep
and wet her cheek
clean,
saline,
cleanse her face
bathing eyes,
panes of the soul
halts the throb
her aching dole.
© Cheryl-Lynn
Photo credits: 10 Healing and Detox Baths for Chronic Pain
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Bitterness and loathing
clung to her every fibre
he broke her heart
she played the part
of victim, and a martyr.
the sighing and the heaving
was part of her own grieving,
her daughters saw her sing
the same song every single year
melancholy, they did hear.
the sadness and the guilt
clung to them like a lilt
they felt her pain
yet all in vain
not theirs for them to feign.
Eventually her heart
was about to come apart
and surgeries and medicine
could never heal her heart
and years went by still grudging
depression stayed with her
until she lost her mind.
So many years of loathing
this grudge one of a kind;
you never win
with such a sin
resentment
and such bitterness
will suck your life away.
so if you find benevolence
forgiveness and compassion
do please allow this kindness
to heal and give relief
for rancor and such bitterness
will only cause you grief.
© Cheryl-Lynn, 2014/03/11 Written for: Mindlovemisery, Prompt 46, Bitter Loathing
Mouth watering “healthy” food…
Feeling blessed tonight
among friends and family
celebrating me.
Je suis enchantée
parmi amis et famille
en me célébrant
Thank you – Merci!
© Cheryl-Lynn, 2014/03/09
What an appropriate offering for Women’s International Day…Bonne Journée à toutes les femmes!!
As a teen she felt insecure, shamed
she simply wanted to hide away
felt undressed with eyes, defamed,
made her feel on public display;
passing construction sites
the worst of all transgression
feeling eyes taking wee bites
of her dignity, her self assertion.
And then she grew so much older
could finally saunter down a street
head up high and feeling bolder
no comments heard, indiscreet
suddenly she had become invisible,
walked in stores, not even noticeable
sales clerks gazed above her head
wishing to cater to a younger set
20 and 30 something adults instead.
travelling on busses and subways
she disappeared in so many ways
youths with their real smart phones
ears plugged, heeding their drones
mostly self-absorbed with conceit
rarely considering to give up their seat
she had become invisible…and yet
she saw the hunched backed person
mounting the steps with a cane,
a man struggling to breathe in vain,
a woman with child still in her belly
who could miss a thing of such beauty?
they too had all become invisible
how come she could still see these people?
offering her seat, was the only suitable
and proper thing to do…
Getting older gives her freedom
no longer fraught, not even a tussle.
by salespersons or deviant men
she walks anywhere without a hassle.
It can be trying in eateries
when waiters just ignore
older women frequently
assuming this group of females
will seldom produce a nice gratuity
ah yes, that rule may be unspoken
they cater more to men of all ages
presuming they will get a better token.
How very rude and pejorative
to hold on views so negative!
but as long as older women stay invisible
they may as well make their tips miniscule. {grins}
© Cheryl-Lynn, 2014/03/01
Part of a puzzle
one big piece that does not fit
That just might be me
Darkness colours grey
oceans swallow fowl beliefs
sea of lost riddles.
despair clouds the mind
shift in attitude restores.
Equilibrium.
By no means give up
tomorrow’s another day
faith, hope… reliance
© Cheryl-Lynn, 2014/02/24
Food for thought. In an age where we need to use all our resources sparingly and “smartly”…here is an honest account on what helps and what does not help. Those who volunteer know that it feels good to give…but it is not about you or me…is it now? It is about helping where you can truly make a difference and not soothe egos or boost our self-esteem (although that will happen anyways when you are giving from the heart…really!) Have a look-see here…this writer tells it as it is…for real! Cheryl-Lynn
White people aren’t told that the color of their skin is a problem very often. We sail through police check points, don’t garner sideways glances in affluent neighborhoods, and are generally understood to be predispositioned for success based on a physical characteristic (the color of our skin) we have little control over beyond sunscreen and tanning oil.
After six years of working in and traveling through a number of different countries where white people are in the numerical minority, I’ve come to realize that there is one place being white is not only a hindrance, but negative – most of the developing world.
Removing rocks from buckets of beans in Tanzania.
In high school, I travelled to Tanzania as part of a school trip. There were 14 white girls, 1 black girl who, to her frustration, was called white by almost everyone we met in Tanzania, and a few teachers/chaperones…
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Do You See What I Feel by Dana Harrell-Sanders
When I talked about you last night
it was just to write a verse.
It was fiction. No big deal! alright?
Why the constant striking
must there be so much throbbing
with such vengeance my way?
I was only kidding yesterday.
I didn’t mean anything by the poetry.
Please remove the heavy artillery!
Lower the mega equipment
Please take out the iron fists
that push, pound and torment,
beating incessantly
invoking indignation
imposing impatiently
seeking retribution
but for what?!
Have some compassion
let’s call it a truce
give me a meagre portion
of amnesty
please believe
I’ll never complain…
grant me some reprieve
to relieve this pain.
cease this unremitting beating
nonstop on this poor form of ail
it hurts just to breathe
I wince when I inhale
my plea is humble and pure
Please, please, JUST stop!
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/02/10
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