Written for Ovi Poetry Challenge #93.
This week’s inspiration word is
“rise”. Keeping with the year’s
theme of positivity, this is my Ovi.
Tag: Fears
In Prescious Moments Of Lucidity: A Haibun
Written for d’Verse Poets where our inspiration
today is “reflection”. Here is my haibun.
Slipping Away: An Ovi Poem
Written for Ovi Poetry Challenge 46
where “helpless” is our inspiration
I am a lot of different things
A new set of violin strings
The blackbird in your tree that sings
Isn’t making music great?
I can make a five course meal
Fish off a boat with rod and reel
Tell that jerk just how I feel
I wear a lot of different hats
Sometimes I walk along the brink
I will never let myself sink
My cheeks are rosy, in the pink
I’m feeling happy today
BUT there are times I feel crummy
With butterflies in my tummy
And my brain is gooey gummy
As they say, it happens
When it rains my joints get sore
And I just want to yell, No More
Leave me alone and slam the door
Those are things that get me down
Some nights I can’t get to sleep
Dark fears into my head will creep
Being pulled down by waters deep
It can be rather frightening
Every day I’m getting older
The weather feels a bit colder
Where’s that woman who was bolder
I feel her slipping away
I have great fears I must confess
I don’t want to be someone’s mess
I never thought I’d be helpless
Please won’t you stay for a while?
NAR©2024
This is “You’ve Got A Friend” by Carole King
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THE CIRCLE OF FEAR
We bring children into this world.
We nourish and provide for them as best we can.
We watch over them as they sleep at night and hold the back of their new bicycle as they learn to ride a two-wheeler.
We protect them with our lives, watch them grow and eventually they leave the inner sanctum of heart and home to walk among the wolves.
They marry, have children of their own and radiate joy.
The circle of life.
We pray for them, worry about them, rejoice in their accomplishments and weep for their inevitable heartbreaks.
Our parental primal instincts emerge and we struggle against the riptides of life to shelter them from the unwelcome eventualities of the world.
But we cannot.
And that is the greatest fear of all.
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