Leap of Joy
In the freedom of an uplifting leap
Her heart’s song displayed for all to hear
Creating a melody that joyously plays on repeat
Her flowing gown and ribbons of midnight hair
Bring a tantalizing magic to her air borne dance
A portrait of freedom in a temporary moment of time
With onlookers eager to get a magical glance
The deep blue of the ocean as a backdrop
For her uninhibited release of unexplained emotions
Against her control she took the leap
A breathless dance with the melody of the ocean
A free spirit by nature, she is a soul of joy
Readily gracing her face with a friendly smile
Easy going and a lover of the gift of life
She extends her joy effortlessly without the need for guile
Others are drawn to her Joie de vivre
Eagerly seeking to be a part of her friendly crowd
Embracing the joy she exudes so easily
Ready to join her in her leap into the clouds
An uncomplicated life she lives
Enjoying the simplicity of life
Seeking the joy in the everyday
A woman, a mother, a wife
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Marie Harris
07/04/24
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Admins Note by Concetta Pipia
Marie, your poem, "Leap of Joy," beautifully captures the essence of a free spirit reveling in life's simple pleasures. The imagery of her uplifting leap against the backdrop of the ocean is both vivid and evocative, creating a scene of pure, unbridled joy. The way you describe her infectious happiness and the impact it has on those around her resonates deeply, painting a picture of someone whose joy is both genuine and transformative. Your words flow seamlessly, embodying the effortless grace of the subject herself. Thank you for sharing such a heartfelt and uplifting piece.
Title. A Partridge
While roaming in the middle of the forest,
For a while,under the dense tree, I rest.
In front ,across the stream, there is a bridge,
On it,I see a beautiful golden partridge.
He is physically and mentally energetic,
His voice is full of mellow and magic.
Eyes are sharp,red and round,
Legs are smart and body is sound.
Wings are strong and beak is pointed red,
Sleeps on made of grass straws bed.
Praises to Allah morn,eve and night,
Distinguishes between darkness and light.
Daily eats happily, lawful sustenance,
To speak the truth, doesn't feel reluctance.
Removes the thorns from the way,
Anyone's secret,he never display.
Due to severe danger,he leaves own his nest,
And seeks solitude, peace and solace next.
By
Dr.Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi
PAKISTAN
Admins Note by Dr. Gangalaxmi Patnaik
The beautiful bird Partridge wins the heart of the poet not only by it's physical
beauty but also for it's mental strength. It's the symbol of adaptability, as it can adjust to different environments and situations. It's a farmland bird, it feeds on seeds, leaves and small invertebrates. I love this bird because it's a symbol of transmutation. Able to change appearance to blend in with its surroundings.
African proverb
"Just as a cooking pot needs fire to produce food, so too does a person need challenges to grow."
This proverb emphasizes that adversity and challenges are essential for personal development and growth. Just as a pot requires heat to cook food, our struggles and experiences shape us into stronger, wiser individuals.
Kindled Growth ( A Poem)
In life's crucible, flames ignite,
A pot of dreams, raw and bright,
Two beats of courage, hearts alight.
Challenges brew, their heat intense,
Stirring resilience, soul's defense,
Six beats of struggle, recompense.
From ember's glow to blazing might,
We forge our mettle, day and night,
Two beats of hope, our inner light.
Title: "The Ember's Trial" (A Short Story)
In the heart of a bustling village, there lived a young potter named Edafe. His hands, calloused from shaping clay, held dreams as vast as the savannah. His pottery was exquisite—each vessel told a story, etched with patterns of sunsets and whispered secrets.
One scorching afternoon, as the sun painted the sky in fiery hues, He stood before his kiln. The flames danced, hungry for transformation. His latest creation—a cooking pot destined for the village chief—awaited its baptism by fire. Edafe's heart swirled with anticipation; this pot was more than clay—it was a vessel of hope.
But the kiln's heat was merciless. As he tended the flames, sweat dripped from his brow. The pot trembled, its edges quivering. "Why such intensity?" Edafe wondered. "Why must fire consume to create?"
His grandmother, wise and wrinkled, approached. She wore a colorful Abada cloth, its patterns telling tales of ancestors and resilience. “Edafe" she said, "a pot without fire remains mere earth. It's the blaze that tempers it, strengthens its walls. Just as life's trials shape us."
Edafe nodded, absorbing her words. He knows this from experience, he thought of his own challenges—the loss of his parents, the struggle to find purpose. Perhaps, like the pot, he needed fire to mold his spirit.
Days turned into weeks, and his pot endured the inferno. Its surface cracked, then healed, mirroring scars etched on his heart. He slept by the kiln, dreams blending with smoke. One night, he heard whispers—the ancestors speaking through the flames.
"Patience," they murmured. "Endurance." Very soon you will achieve your dreams.
And so, he persisted. When the pot emerged, it bore not only strength but also beauty. Its glaze shimmered like twilight, capturing the essence of sunsets and whispered secrets. The village marveled at its grace.
But Edafe knew the true magic lay within. He presented the pot to the chief, who smiled—a rare sight. "This," the chief declared, "is more than clay. It's resilience, shaped by fire."
Word spread far and wide, and soon Edafei's pottery adorned homes across the lands. Each vessel carried a piece of his soul—the trials, the endurance and the patience he had to bare. And as he molded more pots, he whispered to the clay, "Just as a cooking pot needs fire to produce food, so too does a person need challenges to grow."
Years passed, and Edafei's hair turned silver. He sat in his compound , watching children play. His grandmother's Abada cloth draped his shoulders. "Why do you still create, old potter?" a child asked.
Edafe chuckled. "Because," he said, "we're all like these pots. Life's flames shape us, teach us. And when we emerge, cracked but resilient, we carry stories worth sharing."
And so, the ember's trial continued—a legacy of fire and growth, etched into the hearts of a village, a people, and a potter who understood that challenges were the kiln of the soul, our trails forge us into something beautiful.®
Admins Note by Gelda Castro
The poetess presents us with a mix of ingredients of perseverance and resilience in times of trials.
In a poetic way he speaks to us through the force of an African quote that wisely makes an analogy between the fire that prepares the clay for the stupendous preparation of each potter's piece. So are we. It is necessary to go through the fire of life's trials and turbulences to grow and shine within us our virtues and abilities forged in fear, insecurity, in abandonment, in the struggle of everyday life.
Congratulations for bringing such thoughtful writings!💐✨🌹
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