Himalayan Aves #86: Red-billed blue magpie
a blue lamp, alive and restingthrobbing with imminent celeritythe bill – a flame that never stuttersonly parts for food, for songfluty whistles, vocal mimicryin flight, its tail inks verses in airavian Braille, if you willfor an unhurried inner human eyeits arrival is never a cymballed paradein its leaving are augured maps of magicbringing all the elsewheres you long forto the palms of your hands
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Sekhmet: A Kiddie's(?) Prayer
Lady of Red, daughter of Ra.
My thanks to you for my good health.
You held my hand as I put one foot after the other when I was ill.
You gave steady hands & good counsels on the ones who heal me.
You watched my back especially when I was unaware.
You defeated the terror & the evil I could not slay on my own. You pierced them with seven arrows.
You offered me respite when the climb is hard.
You put courage in my heart.
You put joy & merriment there too.
You defended me when I was vulnerable & scared.
(You taught me to do the same too, to those who need it.)
You reminded me to do the right thing when it was easy not to.
Please accept my Love. Please accept my awe & my admiration for you.
Please accept my gratitude for you!
May You continue to be my friend.
May You continue to look after the world, especially the ill & the scared.
May I make You proud.
(May You love me as I love You!)
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Himalayan Aves #75: Himalayan buzzard
may our hearts remain fallowfor you to make them felicitousin seeing the fecundity of life’s imaginationits pine and its stream and its snow and you, buzzardin the soft flaming ecstasy of morning lightalways close to the heart of naturealways away from self-deceptive fabricationsagonisingly simple and truemay you sow the seeds of slownessto reap the poignancy of our mingled aliveness
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Expressing your anger (Writing 101 with an old soul #5)
Hi lovelies and welcome for a new lesson on writing with me, Bay~ ♡ Hope you are all doing good!
So today's lesson is going to be about:
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Self-expression (anger version)
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Today, I decided to express my feelings of anger in the form of a prose poem. But how should I start? Where do I find brilliant ideas, striking symbolisms and metaphors?
My answer is and will always be: you don't need strokes of genius to write a poem. If you hope to make your writings acutely yours, you have to use your own ideas, work from your own inspiration and imagination.
Of course, you are allowed to get some inspiration from other writers and poets—I am not saying that you cannot, but trust me, you don't want to get accused of plagiarism.
Let's get back to my poem. I am going to list the words that come to mind and try to see if they are relevant or not.
Dark blue (inspired by the series 13 Reasons Why) ➜ a shade of nail polish used by the fans of the series to raise suicide awareness
Blood droplets ➜ physical injuries, s*lf-harm
Scars ➜ physical violence, s*lf-harm
Raising your tone / getting loud ➜ being unable to stay calm
Name-calling / insults ➜ verbal violence, being unable to remain respectful
Blaming / finding faults ➜ criticising & pointing fingers
Inappropriate remarks ➜ unwinding, letting loose
Triggers ➜ things that can cause anger, anxiety, etc.
Now that I have this list with interesting ideas, I can start writing my poem.
See you later for the end result!
My anger
My anger is just like a spider bite
It stings, it burns and itches
Sometimes it needs to be treated with an antidote
Sometimes it does not
You know, anger is not something to be ashamed of
At least that's what they say
But I always feel ashamed anyway
So I guess our hands are tied
My anger is colour blue
A dark yet vivid hue
To number the days where I messed up
And spilled from my cup
My anger does not have an even sheen
Blood droplets dripping down my skin
Arrow-shaped scars that will never fade away
I am not proud of them, probably never will be
But they are still parts of me.
꒒ ০ ⌵ ୧ ♡
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