Would you do me the honour of playing our little game again? It was so much fun reading your compositions the last time, so I decided to do another one. You are all smart and creative and you make this comments section alive with the fruition of your intellects!
{The way to play;
Using only the words in the photo, compose a short poem for our enjoyment in comments. Easy. Fun. xo}
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On another note...Lately I'm pursuing some deep and pervasive ideas. Cosmic, big-picture type stuff. I remember reading long ago about ancient Egyptian lore, where our souls splinter into pieces when we take on our bodies, and our journey here on Earth is to gather up those fragmented soul parts and put them back together. Once we do, a sense of completion occurs. To me, that means a certain enlightenment would occur. I had this idea, that perhaps the people we meet are splinters of our cosmic soul. Especially the people we are attracted to as friends. They open up worlds for us that we knew nothing of until they showed us, resulting in our hearts content. The people who repulse us, show us our darkest side, the one we don't wish to face. Sometimes a soul fragment could be found in a glorious ray of sunshine on your face, or in a field of lavender. A small act of kindness could ripple out and gather more fragments for us. Our bodies as baskets; used to catch our collection of fragments until we are complete once more. With time, our baskets appear worn, fragile. In actuality, closer to it's destiny...ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Once dust, home again in a new form to the star we call home, Earth. The sun will shine once more to awaken our senses; we journey here again after manifesting a new shell, a new basket. New lessons to be gathered among hospital corridors and high school graduations. Soul projections peppered with steaming hot blueberry muffins and love's first kiss. A resplendent circle of existence, complete with emotional contrasts and bursting colours. Ours to hold dear and yet also to hold high for all to see. (Just some thoughts I've been having.)
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Share something here today that may help us gather more fragments. Put your heart onto the page in comments with your one of a kind poetry piece that will perhaps enlighten another one of your train passengers. xo
p.s. I'd love to introduce you to someone who is just beginning her train ride. Her name is Madison!!! She is only 3 days old. She is my chunky, sweet faced new niece. Photos to follow shortly. xoxo
A kiss for Madison and a kiss for you. Those cosmic thoughts of yours are so interesting. Something for my to think over.
Posted by: Heather | March 06, 2009 at 08:48 AM
Great exercise! I already have one haiku under my belt today. Heck, why not do another!!!!
Dazzling Feeling
Imagine a Masterpiece
I am almost FREE
Having to choose from a preset list of words is very challenging. I liked that :o)
Posted by: Wayfaring Wanderer | March 06, 2009 at 11:38 AM
Wild, dazzling instrument
Imagine the masterpiece
Feel my dust….
These are my current thought. I just bought a new roadster.... great word challenge!
Posted by: MiddleAgedWomanBlogging | March 06, 2009 at 12:13 PM
Nice one, MAWB! A roadster huh? Should it read, Eat my dust instead?
LOL
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | March 06, 2009 at 04:31 PM
Hey a haiku a day never hurt anyone. :-)
It's all about the challenge! (And the prizes, but hey, I'm biased because
the prizes are my photos!)
xo
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | March 06, 2009 at 04:32 PM
Kisses sent. Thank you :-)
I have way too many cosmic thoughts.I'm forever trying to interpret my
surroundings.
It's an ongoing internal battle of mine.!
No poem?
C'mon! You can do it, OBG
xo
:-)
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | March 06, 2009 at 04:33 PM
Felicitations to your family for the birth of Madison! I love that name. As for the words, taking a bit of poetic license:
Imagine a song:
a dazzling masterpiece
waiting for your voice.
Love to you, dearest Gill! xoxox
Posted by: Tara Bradford | March 06, 2009 at 04:55 PM
Who won the notecards last time?
Posted by: Fireblossom32 | March 06, 2009 at 06:35 PM
Oh thanks Tara, we LOVE the name too. Naturally, we've already shortened it
to Maddie! :-)
Your poem is lovely. Love to you too, xo
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | March 06, 2009 at 07:10 PM
Where's your poem? LOL
Last time it was Pam Aries.random number generator, as I didn't have the
heart to actually choose.
They were all so amazing.
I think that is more like a lottery.but still, we had fun.
I suppose I could enlist an outside source to "choose" the best one.
C'mon you, I want a poem!!! xo
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | March 06, 2009 at 07:11 PM
Beautiful post, so much to think about it, here's my poem,
but imagine
a wild purple wood
the water, but an instrument
my dazzleing song
free
almost
x..x
steph
Posted by: stephanie | March 07, 2009 at 10:27 AM
freeing the wood dust
using wild purple water
imagine my masterpiece
xo
Kath
Posted by: soeurs du jour | March 07, 2009 at 11:17 AM
Imagine knowing
the wild wood as a song
feeling masterpiece
Posted by: gemma | March 07, 2009 at 02:57 PM
Bonjour! Your post today was quite profound..I loved your ideas. I'll be back to play the word poem..it is so much fun It would be so hard to pick a winner because each one says so much. It's fun to read them...I'll be back after ruminating on the wordies....Oh Wealthy one!
Posted by: pam aries | March 07, 2009 at 03:01 PM
Beautiful xo
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | March 07, 2009 at 05:35 PM
Found you by way of Fireblossom of Word Garden, which I found because of a weird communication debacle that equaled serendipity. You have drawn me in by the words…
Poet
Patchouli
Purple
Photography
Phamliy (ok so it was family and I spelled it stupidly—so what)
Indigo what a strong vibrant color you have identified with. I’m Paige nice to met ya. (NOT a stalker)
Posted by: Paige | March 07, 2009 at 08:55 PM
Imagine our dazzling purple song
Knowing
Our masterpiece instrument
Us
Posted by: Paige | March 07, 2009 at 09:12 PM
Nice of you to drop in, thanks for the poem too!! :)
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | March 08, 2009 at 04:39 PM