By the moonlight (collaboration)

Sharing a piece

With the moon

Writing letters

Of what I feel for you

 

My friend’s rays

Reflecting off ink soaked paper

Letters shimmering

The moon highlighting

Its approval

Of what it believes to be the best parts

All of it.

 

-Dante

 

My contribution to a collaborative poem by Neha from the blog, ForgottenMeadows

http://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2014/06/07/calling-all-poetscreative-minds-writing-letters-by-the-moonlight/comment-page-1/#comment-3975

 

If you liked this piece try checking out my other poem Whispers to the Moon

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Pale Edge

Letting you in my mind

Tell me what you find.

 

I’ve had a lot of friends

Relationships

With their fair share of bends.

 

Black and white

Sundering deeds

Colors that rarely meet.

 

Indeed

Emotions, at times

Synonymous with peaceful

The days

Of being on the drama filled front-line

Long gone.

 

Staying low,

Like a soldier gone prone

Intentions, ever clear

Like corporate windows.

 

Many keep a line of trust

Never to be breached

I respect that.

 

But guess what

I actually kept two

Until I found you.

 

-Dante

Breathing Room – A Portal to the Mind Palace.

Daily Prompt: An extra room has magically been added to your home overnight. The catch: if you add more than three items to it, it disappears. How do you use it?

 

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I’ve always wanted a room filled with absolutely nothing. Don’t get me wrong, I love furniture and all it has to offer, but sometimes, I want to be in an environment that reminds me of absolutely nothing. No pictures, no chairs, no colour patterns, just plain white. A space in which I can lie down on the floor and meditate, provided the room is sound-proof.

The reason for this is quite simple, at times when I’m alone I like to close my eyes and picture myself in certain places. Sometimes I’ll be by a waterfall, sometimes I’ll be in the desert, it provides escapism. However, I never feel fully immersed, because when i’m in my room and I start trying to clear my mind *BAM!* someone slams a door in the next room, or someone screams and hinders my concentration.

This extra room would be perfect, I enter, close the door, and sit (yes, on the floor). I wouldn’t have to worry about noise or any other hindrances. From what I hear, if you concentrate long enough you can tap into the part of your brain that stores your memories, among other things. This magic room, would be the perfect instigator to such an achievement in my point of view.

The portal, to my Mind Palace.

 

-Dante

 

The Daily Post – Breathing Room

 

Taking a Risk.

You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.

 

–Wayne Gretzky

Calling All Poets/Creative Minds – By the window

A collaboration of creative minds. Thank you again for this opportunity forgottenmeadows. Check out her blog at forgottenmeadows

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Hi Everyone,

I thought I would do a collaboration with you all…  Or you can also use it as a prompt if you want  for your own piece. If you wish to add to this piece please leave your part in the comment section. I will keep it open for three days and I will add whatever I get in the order I get them to the poem. If I don’t get anything this will be a stand alone but I hope some of you will give it a try 🙂

Update: I got some contributors yay! I will keep adding the contributions in different colours and list the name of each contributor ( in the same colour as their contribution)at the bottom of the piece.  I am absolutely loving how this is going so far…will update as I get more up to the third day! 🙂 🙂 Thank you…

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CLOUDs (part 2)

A personal love piece, I believe it to be my best one to date.

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The love blossoms for yet another day like a flower in its early revelation; with a field covered by red roses of passion and an abundance of green; a symbolic renewal of energy that will last a life time. The sun encompasses the entire valley and goes through the venetian blinds with a soothing warm light, an illumination that does not only resemble hope, but an everlasting beacon and reminder of the sensation within me every time you are close. A small breeze that brings a strong calm within me every time i recall us staring out into the distance. The photographic memory of the minute details on the landscape embedded with the different shades of colour, seamless artistry. Looking at the clouds and envisioning different shapes and forms that we brought to life.

I look at our foot-prints situated in places untrodden, simple markings that show how many adventures…

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“Hail”-ing WordPress Traffic.

The idea that the weather and people’s moods are connected is quite old. Do you agree? If yes, how does the weather affect your mood?

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The rain, it always gives me ideas. The way the sound of raindrops dominates and makes all other sounds seem irrelevant. I believe many would agree with me that they love sleeping to the rain’s lullaby.

Second in line, is overcast. The different shades of grey in the sky always give me peace. I’ve never really been fond of the sun, or summer for that matter. I only like the sun for light, that’s pretty much it. The heat part I can do without; I easily get sweaty palms.

When it starts to snow, am I the only one who feels like celebrating Christmas? Sometimes half-expecting to see a man with a strong fondness for red, on a flying sleigh. I believe the weather changes my mood at times, but not all the time. When it does however, I get a wave of inspiration like no other.

-Dante

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/climate-control/

 

 

Reverse fragmentation.

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Shattered to be rebuilt again

Pick the fragments of debris

Salvage what remains

But never, leave the pieces

They are who you are

 

Every end signals a new beginning

If they tell you, “you can’t do it”

Laugh

It just means there’s one more person

To surprise

Keep it cool as ice

If finishing the pie is a victory

Don’t settle for a slice.

 

-Dante

Home Sweet Home.


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How have I been? I’m glad you asked

An illusive set of events, chuffed they’re all in the past

Wrist breaking tests plus a daily dosage of assignments

No dent to my passion, the fervor for writing is still in alignment

Believe it or not, I wrote this on the go

I know, my addiction to the ink is starting to show

I can’t tell you how good it is, to be here again

A place where I can take logic and give it a spin

But enough about me, let’s talk about you

Reading your poetry is what I’m dying to do.

-Dante

A Hall Of Mirrors.

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Waking up from a world I thought was real, looking everywhere and seeing multiple projections of the person I’ve become. Through slumber, I find circumstantial footage of myself, reacting to events in ways I never thought I would. A dream with a twisted idea of mathematicssubtractions I never saw coming, people dying, leaving me powerless in the wake of a situation I thought I would be able to handle. Mirrored reflections, all reacting in different ways, none mimicking my initial motions. Doing what I can, polishing the mirrors, clearing the smudges and fingerprints intended to hide my true nature; each step counts, I can feel the need for progression, I hear it, as if my shoes are laced with wind-chimes.

Has the time come for me to be open? like a graciously provided Christmas present; willing to show content I keep on the inside. A habit i’m not…

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