It’s our first Free Verse Friday. Yay! This month’s theme is “Beginnings”.
I started writing my poem during Beth Kempton’s “Winter Writing Sanctuary”. This was a free 10 day writing “retreat”. I liked it so much, that I ordered a couple of Kempton’s books including “The Way of the Fearless Writer”, which has yet to arrive.
Here’s the picture to accompany my poem:
Several rewrites later, this is the poem I came up with:
Eye popping sunset
Cues the demise of a day
Darkness rises, night’s born
Is the sun glum that day ends?
Or does the sun celebrate
the beginning of the night?
In future rewrites I may add more description, but for now I am happy with the beginning of a new poem.
How about you? Did you write a poem? Feel free to post one in the comments or link to your blog with your poem in the comments.
Don’t forget to head to Bev’s blog to read her poem.
See you next month for a poem written on the theme of “Winter”.
Shoe’s Seeds and Stories
@Copyright 2023 Linda Schueler
Shoe's Seeds & Stories 
Our lives are filled with infinite beginnings
Yet this world is temporary
Each moment must be savoured to its fullest
Each breath must be breathed with open hearts
And each year must be celebrated as if it is our last
But the end is also a beginning
Our souls will leave our vessels of flesh behind
And they will soar to wherever they may go
Heaven
Hell
The Fields of Asphodel
The Duat
The stars
Or simply the ground
Or, perhaps, they may end up in Hel
Also known as Helheim
Where the Norse goddess Hel reigns
And will reign
Until Ragnarök
It is where the ordinary soul will end up
To ever wander in the dark, misty plains
Because if one enters Helheim
Not even a god can leave
So if you’re not planning to be killed valiantly in battle
This is your last beginning
Until the end of the worlds
There is an innate duality in death
As there is in the goddess Hel
Half of death is unbearable gorgeous
The graveyard as the sun shines through the mist
The transition into the beyond
The freeing of our mortal chains
The other half is appallingly morbid
Bones crumbling as flesh decays
Screaming as the life leaves someone’s eyes
The bitterness of someone gone too soon
Hel is split down the middle
Half of her is hauntingly beautiful
The maiden in every love story
The other half is a decaying mass of flesh
Hardly humanoid at all
And yet to embrace death
You must embrace both sides
You must embrace the duality
You must embrace it all to find your new beginning
The last beginning
Wow! This poem took my breath away!
Wow – what a beautiful poem! Thank you for sharing. I loved it.
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Loved that stunning photo Linda. And wonderful poem.
Thank you.