rooted in reality,
but not what I seem
talk about things
but don’t say what I mean
to explain difficult things
the easy way
but I’m here to stay
I promised Manja to look through my old holiday pictures, because I suspected I photographed some doors when I was in Ljubljana somewhere in the nineties. I had to take a picture of the picture with my selfie camera, because the other camera on my phone is broken.
If you want a better quality picture where you can zoom in and admire the sculptures, I recommend this page. Wikipedia will tell you more about the building and its doors, and the history that goes with them.
If you want to see doors from all over the world, check out #ThursdayDoors and Norms page, who invites us weekly to share the beauty and joy of doors.
This is my 31st poem for #OctPoWriMo. I’m off prompt today and the poem is not linked to the doors, but never mind, I’ve made it to the end! Even with the hassle of my broken foot, and the strugge to finance my education this year (GoFundMe still available!).
Thanks http://www.octpowrimo.com/ for providing a month of inspiring prompts, and for all the participants who’ve contributed by writing and reading. I normally disappear at the end of a poetry writing month, to recover. This time I hope to keep up with ThursdayDoors, and to not disappear off WordPress completely 🙂
The bottom of the sea
is always there
beneath the water
even when you can’t see it
Affected by waves
but only a little bit
compared to its vastness
Trust on it
to be there
to carry the sea
The prompt today at octpowrimo.com was ‘lightness of being’.
If words have power and create, then let these be healing words. Healing for the pain of people, physical and mental. Healing for the sorrow. Healing for the void. Healing for the loss. Healing for fear. Healing for hatred and anger. Healing for separation. Healing for not knowing. Healing for well-knowing. Healing for the choices that were made, and healing for the choices that were not made.
Healing. Healing. Healing. Healing.
Let’s go to the pain and keep it company.
Let’s go to the sadness and see it.
Let’s go to the void and experience it.
Let’s go to the loss and acknowledge it.
Let’s go to the fear and understand it.
Let’s go to the hatred and be with it.
Let’s go to the anger and give it space.
Let’s go to separation and embrace it.
Let’s live through the unknowing.
Let’s shed some light on knowing.
Let’s leave the choices that were made.
Let’s leave the choices that were not made.
The prompt today at octpowrimo.com was inspired by the Indian Diwali, festival of lights. One of the questions in the blog post was “How do we heal ourselves?”.
Send her your false prophets
she will revere them
to bask in their glory
Send him your real prophets
he will fight them
to keep his position
– up, not down
Send a child your prophets
it will listen
– unless it’s too busy
doing more interesting things
Send me your prophets
I will bury them
Thou shalt not revere
Thou shalt not fight
Thou shalt not listen
I don’t know where this one came from. Which is ironic, considering the fact that our propmt today at octpowrimo.com was “How did I get here”.
Even when it feels unbearable (at first)
when someone treats us better
than we treat ourselves
they might be right
Look into their eyes
it will show
love that you deserve
Simply be existing
you deserve love
to be shown
in people’s eyes
They are right
in treating us well
even when we sometimes find it hard
to treat ourselves well enough to feel loved
The prompt today at octpowrimo.com is ‘unspoken’. When I looked through my notes of the PsychoEnergetics training program, I realised that some of the things the teachers said were almost a poem. So I decided to use this as my starting point for today.
until living is over
until the waiting is over
until your breathing is over
Day 25 of #OctPoWriMo.