“As iron sharpens iron, So one man sharpens his friend” - Proverbs 17:17
I wish more people could understand or knew or learn how to better empathize without having being the one afflicted. Heartfelt words or even (the smallest) thoughtful deeds can be used in sharpening a dull spirit in need.
Nostalgic Musing I’m consuming can sometimes be quite confusing…depending on the mood I’m in.
This write was inspired recounting some true feelings after reading “Nostalgic Notions” skillfully rhythmically written by @lovenotes_from_carolyn for this challenge. This is my spur of the moment write which I seem to do a lot when striving to break from Writer’s Block….*long story short which is actually usually brief….go figure lol.
*If you wonder what I mean by that….scroll to my previous post and take a leisurely yet seemly haphazardly read but ONLY IF you have the patience…the fortitude to take on this writers’ sorta dare. If not, NP😉
Long story short like fine wine ages with time, quotes I’ve been told or heard. So I will breathe, wait, and hope but this writer will warn you I’m about to go on a familiar whining spree. If you been keeping writing tabs along with me. All I can offer you positively is you can read my complaints for free but if you count your time as valuable but still read further on.
Sometimes problems seem to chase you Confusions prevail and all looks wrong. Get hold of the guitar of your confidence Open your heart for there always sits a song. Close your eyes, take a deep breath and just sing along . If you enter a dark room from one door Remember there's always a door to exit. If there's a storm, so let be it. Your soul is not meant to quit. What's an ocean without violent waves And a desert without sandstorm. As situation demand, just transform. Be the shade in sunlight Be the peace in case of a fight. Be the moon in the dark skies. After dusk there's dawn You should build the strength to carry on. Life moves in such a style It gives you smile but not without trial. In good times make merry but also strengthen yourself for the burden that you may have to carry. Past is past, it's gone Learn from it and then move on.
This piece serves as my attempt at multiple recent challenges. Thank you so much for reading! Also, I need to request your patience in regard to reading/reposts, because as our cross country move is drawing near, my presence here will be sporadic for a month or two. Thanks for understanding and bearing with me. ♥️
The Merchant Marine & His Irish Queen by lovenotes_from_carolyn A wild and winsome wayfarer Set sail with the Merchant Marines To a land called the Emerald Isle That's decked out in the loveliest greens
'Twas perhaps the luck o' the Irish That led up to next event For there, in the naval office 'Twas a gal who looked heaven-sent!
A bright lass was she, named Jenny With brown hair and eyes of blue For him, it was love at first sight And I reckon it was for her too
Yes, that was my gramps and my gran In a meeting designed by fate There's a whole lot more to that story But the hour is growing quite late
Fast forward to one whole year later Oh that Irish lass, gramps sure did miss So he brought her back here, to the States Where they married, in wedded bliss
They got on with the usual business Of living their day to day life And soon enough, gramps did discover He had a fine cook for a wife!
She prepared all the food to perfection From hors d'oeuvres to roasted meats To veggies and soups and salads And of course, all the goodies and sweets
Huge feasts she'd create to delight us Not a single time e'er did she fail For as soon as she'd bring out the food Cheers of delight would prevail
Her pies were sweet and superb Her cookies, a chewy delight And she'd send us on home with the extras When we left at the end of the night
In the chill of midwinter on Sundays I'd sit right by gran at her feet As she'd tell me the tales of her childhood While munching on goodies to eat
By then, she had barely an accent But still, it was there in some way And oh, was I fond of her voice Which lives on in my heart to this day
Imagery is described as a picture made out of words. It is extensively used in poetry. Gustatory imagery is a type of imagery that appeals to the sense of taste. For example: The fresh and juicy orange.
--Today, write a poem using gustatory imagery in it.--
During monsoon, the colour palette of my nani's kitchen used to change completely from creamy sweet to sindoor red spicy, and it was the best time for me to steal kachche aam drying in the open veranda, which my mother never let me eat usually, for I have a sensitive throat and my tears still remain uncontrolled. The greasy fragrance of pickles used to lure me into the kitchen, where nani stood in her perfectly draped lilac and golden saree, with her hands completely dipped in the masala, my little attempts to wipe her shining sweat drops, carefully without smudging her kajal, and she pinched my nose as if it meant she wanted to say that she loves me, but no one ever taught her, how or when to express affection not through the eyes but words.
/ my nani told me I could be a great poet for I know how to use words along with feelings /
#grandma@miraquill thanks for EC ✨ #fireflyec Nani is maternal grandmother. Sensitive throat and tears here signify my strength to fight my weakness.
Also this is purely from my heart hence no fancy words or exaggerations.