Love Is Freedom

For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2016 – Day 14 (to prompt – see below)

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It took me time scrying the surface,
To find the truth that lay below,
So deep and buried, hidden far from view.
The surface briefly rippled, I nearly missed the hidden trace,
The truth that, as it came to light, I wondered should I know?
Yet, as this truth broke surface and brought me to my knee,
A surge of understanding from deep within me grew,
A soaring wave of hidden love that set my spirit free.

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

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Hopefully, my brain fog has lifted! 🙂

The prompt: “Today’s prompt comes to us from TJ Kearney, who invites us to try a seven-line poem called a san san, which means “three three” in Chinese (It’s also a term of art in the game Go). The san san has some things in common with the tritina, including repetition and rhyme. In particular, the san san repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The seven lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.”

Comment: I find eight lines in this rhyming pattern and in the example given so have gone with the eight rather than the seven…

Dark To Light

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There’s a darker ring,
If we all give in,
Chase a world we think others see.

There’s a lighter side,
If we turn aside,
See our light now shining free.

But what fun is that,
If we can’t extract,
The pleasure and the pain,

Of living in
This body bin,
Coming back time and again?

Part lesson here,
Another there,
Taking lifetimes now to learn

The part we chose,
From heart exposed,
The experiences we yearn.

Emotions bit,
The pleasure pit,
The pleasure and the pain.

We chose each moment,
To our detriment,
And took the trip again.

There soon will be
No darker lee
With which to play this pace,

Light is firing,
Fast vibrating,
Finished with our race.

And thus I raise
My glass in praise
To the present and the past.

Life is changing,
Seeking, ranging,
Days of nights can’t last.

So rise up now,
Grasp the Wow,
Your soul, your life, yourself.

Your light unfurled
Upon the world
Redefines its wealth.

In gratitude
Find fortitude,
A Universe of joy,

And lovingly,
And caringly,
Share with woman, man, girl, boy.

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Rainbows and Darkness

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Vibrant light flew the nest,
Letting colours go,
Forming rainbows streaking far,
Wherever storm clouds glowed.

Mother Light stood proud and tall,
Offspring doing well,
Humans sat and stared in awe,
At rainbows forming tall.

Except for one, as dark as night,
Sucking in the light around,
Then turning back to mother light,
Bellowed, sucked itself to ground.

There’s always one in beauty’s park,
Thinks it’s greater than the rest,
Yet, truly, in the course of things,
Only brings itself to less.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

English Tanka – #5

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Crystal clear in light
Darkness so overridden
Would it were so clean

Taking darkness as a vice
And light as presiding good

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

Beyond The Firmament

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Literature pours through dreary eyes
From blissful souls
In dismal guise

Reawakens lights undead
From inner beings
Filled with dread

Moving on to other folks
Living life bearing
Burdensome yolks

It takes the load, relieves the stress
For blinking moment
Shows the best

A light into another world
Where life is blissful
Light unfurled

Allows respite, to stop, take stock
Escape your place
Of wanting not

Opens up the furballed mind
To other things
Left far behind

Yet with you every moment
Underneath the dross
The memories of firmament
Of more beyond the loss

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
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Sedition – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 19 (off prompt)

Take me where the paths are hidden,
Take me where the flowers grow,
Take me to the great beyond,
To places I may never know.

Hide me in your loving arms,
Protect me far from sight,
Open wide the doors of self,
Lead me to the light.

For somehow I feel frozen,
Imprisoned by my mind,
Where eagles fly and shadows fail,
Seems far for me to find.

Yet knowing, now, perceptions rife,
Each unto their own,
Should another guide my life?
Have all my senses flown?

Standing back and taking stock,
Trapped within my view,
I hear society’s cry and call,
Its diarrhea, its spew.

For all of us are culturally bound,
Tied up in thought, tradition,
Breaking free of all these trappings
Labelled as sedition.

So, take me from the hidden paths,
Where flowers cannot grow,
Guide me to the great beyond,
Past places that I know.

And I will listen to the things you say,
Give credit where it’s due,
Feel your lead, find my way,
Let destiny accrue.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
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Thank you

Disabled? Handicapped?

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It’s difficult to be “handicapped” or “disabled” or so labelled.
It’s easy to give in and to feel that you’re unable.
The sticker on your car or the card that’s in your purse,
It only says you’re different – nothing more and nothing worse.

We’re still the same old person, on the inside, deep down deep,
We’ve still the same desires, wishes, memories to keep,
We may have changed our outside look, our appearance or our style,
But all that’s coming out is what was hidden all the while.

By all the “tragic” happenings we’ve lived through and expressed,
We can use these opportunities to find our happiness,
For we all decide our attitude, our success in what we do,
By the way we think about it as we carry feeling through.

So, no matter what your history and no matter what your path,
We all search for our own truth in a smile and in a laugh,
And we all know when we’ve found it, when we’ve let go what’s held so tight,
And find within our inner selves, the stillness and the light.

So, let your inside out in the way you only can,
Release the inner woman or the man,
Be still when life requires it, be louder when you need,
And express the joy of living in your thought and in your deed.

© Copyright Robin McShane – August 2001
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