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At The Beginning (Triolet Poem)

 At the beginning it was spontaneous. At the start it was messy; and yet still beautiful. There was hope found for those who would look. At the beginning it was spontaneous. In the new there was growth. There were barriers broken down. At the beginning it was spontaneous. At the start it was messy; and yet still beautiful. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

Fire

          Again and again and again, trying to overcome. A fire that seems to empower. One resistance, then another, as forward progress continues unhindered. No obstacle stops the fire leading the soul on; this is Finnish Sisu....at least that's what I'm told...yet I'm still seeking to understand it. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

Now (Acrostic Poem)

Never stop trying to do better. Ongoing is the process; Where well comes with practice. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

Breaking (6-Word Nonfiction/Poetry Experiment)

Write; here. Breaking blocks. Writing again. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

Self Portrait Of A Clumsy Flyer (Poetry)

 Running and tripping, then dusting off; trying again.  Running and stumbling, over and over;  getting back up and running again. Up and down, up and down, higher and higher each time; then flight! Up and down and side to side, steadying himself, flying with some turbulence, while flying with big and small wing, flying through open skies.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

The Blocks (An Ode Poem)

 Note About The Piece Below: This piece was written for a prompt to write an ode about the first things you remember you were grateful for, written in the first person perspective. I'll leave it up to you to discover what I was grateful for. The Blocks The blocks, those question marked memories, the sounds of fun and adventure I'd remember; do you? Some far off kingdom calling for our help, finding it in the least likely of heroes, and we'd answer the call, you and I. Up and over we'd jump, down and through we'd travel, time and time again, over and over again, losing over and over again until we won. Do you remember? We'd explore the worlds, look for how to stop a reptile, then we'd make our heroic effort. The blocks brought us back, where quests were welcomed again, where we'd seek to gain victory over evil committed, stop a villain for all time, in that time, when the blocks gave us "power-ups", and a victory.... eventually. Do you remember...

Better (Poetic Experiment)

 Breathe better big. Breathe big better. Believe boldly; boldly believing better. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!