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Poem - A Weekly Recital

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butterflygirl1

Hello everyone, I'd like to share a poem I wrote some time ago. It is about asking myself whether I have done "my part" each week. I suffer from social anxiety and hope this may help others in some way, even if only one person benefits. 

A Weekly Recital

For most of the day and much of the night,

an internal anguish, a quiet fright,

did I look friendly, did I act kindly,

a positive person from Monday to Friday.

 

Did I make someone smile each day,

did I stand up for those who rarely get a say,

did I look after my own well-being,

whilst also considering other peoples feelings.

 

I hope very much that I did my part,

to make the world a kinder place,

because kindness is craved by every heart,

no matter the time, no matter the place.

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Manwon Lender
17 minutes ago, butterflygirl1 said:

Hello everyone, I'd like to share a poem I wrote some time ago. It is about asking myself whether I have done "my part" each week. I suffer from social anxiety and hope this may help others in some way, even if only one person benefits. 

A Weekly Recital

For most of the day and much of the night,

an internal anguish, a quiet fright,

did I look friendly, did I act kindly,

a positive person from Monday to Friday.

 

Did I make someone smile each day,

did I stand up for those who rarely get a say,

did I look after my own well-being,

whilst also considering other peoples feelings.

 

I hope very much that I did my part,

to make the world a kinder place,

because kindness is craved by every heart,

no matter the time, no matter the place.

That's very beautiful, and emotionally inspiring. I personally think you are a wonderful writer! And you should certainly treasure your gifts.

Peace and thanks for sharing

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Not Your Huckleberry

Very nice, I like that a lot! 

I used to write, myself...perhaps I should start again. 

Here's a bit of an oddball question, but do you put any of this in a notebook or journal of any type? I always found it so much more meaningful when I did. It's actually a big reason I got into fountain pens and nicer paper. 

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butterflygirl1
15 hours ago, Manwon Lender said:

That's very beautiful, and emotionally inspiring. I personally think you are a wonderful writer! And you should certainly treasure your gifts.

Peace and thanks for sharing

Thank you so much for the kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :-)

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butterflygirl1
14 hours ago, Not Your Huckleberry said:

Very nice, I like that a lot! 

I used to write, myself...perhaps I should start again. 

Here's a bit of an oddball question, but do you put any of this in a notebook or journal of any type? I always found it so much more meaningful when I did. It's actually a big reason I got into fountain pens and nicer paper. 

Yes, I do write my poems in a dedicated notebook. Not all of them are good, some are shorter or longer than this one and sometimes the topic isn't always so serious! :-)

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Manwon Lender
10 minutes ago, butterflygirl1 said:

Thank you so much for the kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :-)

I look farword to your next Poem.

Thanks again and Peace.

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Hammerclaw

My life is a dewdrop on a green blade of grass,

Cool, clear and glistening in the gloaming light.

Then, father sun rises above the soaring sycamores

And conjures a thousand iridescent rays from my heart.

Mother moon who birthed me yet lingers in the sky,

As if to watch over me in transient life.

I am water, I am life.

Father sun rises high in the morning sky

His warmth both quickens and withers me.

I am life, I am mortal yet will not disappear. 

I rise as a mist,

My swirling molecules launch themselves into the sky.

Until father sun is shrouded in the moisture of cloud.

In flashes of light and deep thunder I coalesce 

Then, I fall gently to the earth, 

To the embrace of welcoming grass

As a drop of rain.

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butterflygirl1
14 hours ago, Hammerclaw said:

My life is a dewdrop on a green blade of grass,

Cool, clear and glistening in the gloaming light.

Then, father sun rises above the soaring sycamores

And conjures a thousand iridescent rays from my heart.

Mother moon who birthed me yet lingers in the sky,

As if to watch over me in transient life.

I am water, I am life.

Father sun rises high in the morning sky

His warmth both quickens and withers me.

I am life, I am mortal yet will not disappear. 

I rise as a mist,

My swirling molecules launch themselves into the sky.

Until father sun is shrouded in the moisture of cloud.

In flashes of light and deep thunder I coalesce 

Then, I fall gently to the earth, 

To the embrace of welcoming grass

As a drop of rain.

Thank you for sharing your wonderful poem !

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