[Bluejay]

(Ok, these are a little trite, but it's the mood I'm in. And I did lump them all together... )

Speak

Talk is cheap.
Flung thoughtlessly,
it wounds and slays.

Words are free,
needing only
intent and motivation.

The power lies not
in the strength of our voice
but in the purity of our spirit.

Scream at the wind
as it sweeps down upon you,
and it won’t change course.

Speak your heart
to a beloved friend,
and the world can be born anew.

Create

From whence comes change…

Our struggles against forces
impersonal and timeless
are born of ego and delusion.

Who can divert a river
with intention alone
or with bare, open hands?

A heart can pump blood,
but no matter its strength,
it can’t move a speck of dust.

What we can do…

Put ink to paper,
paint to canvas,
music to wind.

Move the speck of dust
in but a small corner
with your breath of life.

Make a castle in the sand
and let the river
follow its own course.

…and be content.

Live

“Life is precious,” they say.
It is what it is
until it is no more.

And it is
what you make it
or take it to be.

The rain brings clouds
but makes
the flowers grow.

The night sows darkness
but brings
much needed rest.

The sun sears and destroys
but brings life
to the world.

There will be times
of clouds and darkness
and searing pain.

And there will be times
of gentleness and life
and peace.

Persevere

The darkened path
needs but firm footsteps
to reach once more the light.

[RENA HANDS]

Well, I approve these ‘trites,’ that were ‘lumped together.’

As I read the first stanza/paragraph (I think that’s not right) I thought I was reading a Haiku.

What about…
Scream at the wind
as it sweeps down upon you,
never changing its course. (Just a thought, no need to alter ur original.)

what about…
The rain brings clouds
still the flowers grow.

Were u trying to say that a storm whatever its intensity brings destruction still even the smallest/single flower flourishes?

Really, really…loudly applauding the last stanza/paragraph.

The darkened path
needs but firm footsteps
to reach once more the light.
Its very philosophical and visual.

[Bluejay]

Originally Posted by RENA HANDS

Well, I approve these ‘trites,’ that were ‘lumped together.’

As I read the first stanza/paragraph (I think that’s not right) I thought I was reading a Haiku.

What about…
Scream at the wind
as it sweeps down upon you,
never changing its course. (Just a thought, no need to alter ur original.)

what about…
The rain brings clouds
still the flowers grow.

Were u trying to say that a storm whatever its intensity brings destruction still even the smallest/single flower flourishes?

Really, really…loudly applauding the last stanza/paragraph.

The darkened path
needs but firm footsteps
to reach once more the light.
Its very philosophical and visual.

Thanks much, Rena. I resisted adding "Unless you fall off a cliff" to the last one. Yes, moods are fleeting... lol

[Lubesh]

I appreciated/enjoyed the balances, or peaks and troughs throughout and 'trite' ..you should get that looked at....lol

Expert writing by an aspiring expert..and poetry.

[Eadha Deora]

whether trite or not, your poems/perspectives felt fresh to me! ... and to say the least, I think our minds work on the same things sometimes

indeed inspirational

[Bluejay]

Thanks so much, you both.