Thursday, March 10, 2016

Restless Fits

















You left, I wanted you to stay
on a tree swing sorrow sits
memories of you on auto play
our words a match of two wits
unable to sleep restless fits
laughter heals, write me a comedy
from scene to scene my mind flits
to lose one so special a tragedy
shower of tears from creator's eye
falling under a spell not very smart
in darkest hours the soul does cry
lost dreams, held in a broken heart
ghosts from yesterday loudly moan
finding strength in a crystal stone

photo: pinterest.com
posted for dVerse writing  Bouts-Rim├ęs
using rhyming words at the end of each line
Our challenge for today is to use the following fourteen words in the order presented: stay, sits, play, wits, fits, comedy, flits, tragedy, eye, smart, cry, heart, moan, stone

43 comments:

  1. Nice use of the end rhymes and sensitive representation of the photo.

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    1. Thank you actually I wrote the poem first then searched for a photo of a tree swing and this one just spoke volumes.

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  2. Yes, I can relate to that drawing of strength from stone. I found one recently that was actually just the one I needed. Thank the Fairies, indeed. ♥

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    1. Thankfully, those fairies are there to help in times of need.

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  3. Such a well used image.. The sadness of wait, of loosing your heart. But given time and touching a stone you will succeed.

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    1. Thank Bjorn, she seems to be hanging on to the stars, she retains the light.

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  4. Exquisite - especially those closing lines :)

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  5. How sad for the broken heart from a lost love ~ The line of write me a comedy is a tragedy of the darkest hours ~ Lovely share Truedessa ~

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    1. Interesting set of words so I thought I would let my muse have a say.

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  6. Wow, now that was a challenge indeed! And you made the words flow effortlessly.

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  7. I like the way loss is dealt with in your poem....finding strength in a crystal stone to overcome the darkness of loss.

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    1. I think there is hidden power in crystals. They are healing stones.

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  8. Well told. Something to be said for crystal stones. And something to be said for the fairies too.

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    1. Fairies and crystal stones seem to work well together.

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  9. This is one of my favorites. Well done!

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    1. Thank you Gail! I must get over to your blog sorry for the delay.

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  10. Fit all in and gave the rhyme a spin, nicely done indeed.

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    1. Thanks Pat, the cat should like a good rhyme.

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  11. There is great healing within the vibrational field of crystals, worry stones, touchstones--yes, your poignant poem touches on both the cosmic & the heartfelt emotions regarding loss; wordsmithing so good, the prompt words disappear within the message; kudos & hugs to you.

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    1. Glenn,

      That is very true I attend crystal bowl meditations and there is a sense of tuning and balance it seems to be restorative.

      hugs to you as well...

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  12. "On a tree swing sorrow sits". Beautiful lines....you really rocked the words, my friend. Mourning lost love is a painful path. I wish you some peace, and the song of the drum.

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    1. Hi Sherry,

      Thanks, I saw the prompt and it just sort of came together.

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  13. Your words remind me of my first 'true' love - a recipe for a broken heart.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

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    1. You know sometimes those recipes have missing ingredients :)

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  14. So, so sad losing a treasured love. I admire how you managed those words, Truedessa. And these really spoke to me: "memories of you on auto play/our words a match of two wits"...and that picture is so cool!

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    1. Thanks, the picture was a great find, I looked for one after I wrote the poem and this one just appeared. Truly spoke to me.

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  15. Ah, this is very special poem, Truedessa... the crystal stone - really gives us strength.....

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    1. Crystals hold a healing element so they give us strength and healing.

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  16. A tender and sheltered depiction of hearts searching. Well written.

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    1. Walter, thank you for your visit.

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  17. in darkest hours the soul does cry
    lost dreams, held in a broken heart

    One does get emotionally affected when experiencing lost dreams particularly relating to matters of the heart. Great lines Truedessa!

    Hank

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    1. Hi Hank,

      Once the clouds of darkness pass, light seems to appear.

      Thanks for stopping over, have a great weekend.

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  18. I love the crystal stone at the end, and this line: "on a tree swing sorrow sits" ... it goes perfectly with that fantastic piece of artwork

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    1. I absolutely love the artwork ..it speaks to me on so many levels

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  19. beautiful pairing of words and photo. Your poem captures the ache of a broken heart. :-)

    ~Imelda

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  20. The loss of one you love is indeed tragic...no matter whether it is a choice to separate or a death that takes them from us.

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    1. We all suffer loss in life.

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  21. Laughter indeed heals, and I may have to write some more comedy after soaking in the pain felt in this poem. What a beautifully tragic story.

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    1. Hi Guys,

      Yes, laughter does indeed heal and you guys know how to make people laugh. So, you are sort of healers in your own way.

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  22. Stone heARts
    reSonate..
    'mong
    many
    falls
    oF Love..
    WiNter SinGs
    dry SonGs Of cOld..
    SpRinG hopes
    iN wArmer
    hands oF
    Loving wAy.. noW..
    iN Summer Sweet..:)

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