Writing Prompt #9

It it feels like the wind
Is trying to tell you something
Don’t be afraid
Angels have many ways
To get in touch

Just listen to the music
And let it sink in

Angels vibes
Have the power to heal
Your deepest wounds

This is my piece of poetry as part of Writing Prompt proposed by Mona.

Writing prompt #2

You came and you lifted the veil.

From one generation to the other, we were girls. We carried the burdens of the past. We could feel strings taking us back, when we tried to move on and build our life.

We were like flowers ready to bloom and wiped out by a wind of memories.  The story would keep repeating itself. A story of thorns and bloody drama.

Till you came.

A little boy in a precious basket. Like a messanger from above. Like you were send by angels to peace my heart and give me reasons to hope. The link of pain was severed.

When I look at you, I picture us in a garden full of beautiful roses, blue sky and fairy tales, trees bending to welcome us. Hand in hand we are strong to face the world.

This is my entry to the Writing Prompt by Mona.

Grand-father blessing(s)

@Marie Kléber

Days come and go. You are somewhere and everywhere. Never too far away.

What days look like when you are not part of the world anymore, when you wander in galaxies, sky and stars, no limit?

What do you do for hours when there is no more agenda, no night and light, when wholeness and emptiness mean the same?

There were happy days – childhood memories. And then something happened. You left. You died and we knew it. We knew it would happen. We knew it was just a matter of months. We knew and we closed our eyes. Cause you were special. Maybe we thought you couldn’t die. We were not ready for it. I was not ready for it. We’re never ready to welcome death.

Some people say that love ends. I might be crazy but I know somehow this is a lie. Maybe it serves people who don’t want to see the light shining through the clouds.

We loved each other before we met. And love is still playing in the background. You know everything. I can confess you all my deepest joys and pains, my shortcuts and my dreams.

You are somewhere. Not a body but a soul. And nobody can ever catch you again. You’re free.

 

Your Magic

@Marie Kleber

I made a wish of you
Night moving across a sky
Full of ghosts

You were somewhere
Loving someone
Where would we meet?
When?

You are
Wherever I am
Feeding my soul
Peacing my dreams

I feel you
Finding your way
Bringing my flesh
To life again

My hands moving
The sweetness of my skin
The depth of my desire
My senses burning
The tremendous need
Of our bodies to melt

Your respect
Your love
Magic into motion

I made a wish of you
And I believed
It would come true