Seeds & Clay

Image result for seeds blown by the windPrecious little seeds                    Are  minutes in a day            Fertilize with kindness

                                                               Water each with love

Bitter thoughts                             Hate and Lies                     Tornadoes Born of Pride

                                                                Create a life of drought

Growing hours into days           Vigilant protection             Guard each one

                                                          From time thieves of destruction

Don’t be short sighted                 Ego driven                 Entangled by the Weeds

                                                        Commercialism

Believing the lie                          You will live and not die                    Close your eyes

Be still                                           Remember                          You  Are a Radiant Being of Light

                                                Walking around in clothes of clay

Learn to play                                Laugh and Sing                     Grow a beautiful life

                               We are flowers in a field that will wither and die

                                                           To Be reborn

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Five Minute Poetry ~Disjointed~

My writing muscles are weak

Aching in my sleep

Looking glass

Sparkles never last

Bubbles pop

flat dreams turn

colorless

Rhythm missing dirge

seeps up from the past

in an empty glass

appearing real

these fantasies turn

Were you here?

Never can I say I didn’t try

to remind myself not to cry

As Shakespeare words play upon

my dreams through the cracks

of my mind,

to love and die

a midnight dreary

comes not my knight to

dry my eyes

Concubines of time between dry pages

Words slip past

stop the madness

get out of the future

relax into the now

too much dreaming

too much regretting

too much heart pounding believing.

 

It sits there in the back,

Crowding out love and joy

Reminding you what you had

all you’ve lost

what could have been

but never was

There it waits hidden beneath a memory

burns to the touch

a blink of an eye,

hopes turn to ash,

cold and dry,

the past,

you should be free

but it won’t leave,

coloring everything

there is no getting over it,

grief does not leave

it is the unwanted guest

who comes to stay.

dirt road

Road on dandelion field

 

a
dirt road
surrounded by
onion
hay
muddy
when it rained
loved the smell
on hot summer days

I taste freedom
on my tongue

adventure
promised
weaving
stories among the fields
my fire burning bright
a wanderer at five

on the way
to the blacktop
asphalt
bus stop waiting
small feet escaping
violent hate
murderous words
rape

I love that
dirt road
it was the promise of
a way to escape

Over Sharing & Recommended Reading

I used to call it verbal vomiting. I would walk away from a conversation and realize that I just told a complete stranger my life story in an effort to make them feel better. Are you’re eyeball’s bugging out? They should be.                         But my point was never about how bad I had it or to say ..look what I’ve been through… it was about the amazing grace of GOD, my story was meant as backstory to the story of how Great GOD is  when even an individual such as myself …says ..Yes..And that if he could have mercy on me, someone no one wanted, who knew their value in this world was not counted as much. But yet the creator of the heaven’s and earth thought me valuable enough to whisper my name. Which by the way means “valued of the Lord”. Then my friend there is an answer for you too. I think it is so cool that God know’s what we need before we take our first breath and I am proof of that…and my name Iola was GOD’s way of making sure someday I would realize that He had always considered me of great value to Him.

So over sharing seems to be a terrible habit I can’t seem to break and here I go again….. I’ve been in a writing rut….not liking the word’s I write and getting stuck in what am I doing this for anyway? and …besides there are already a million great stories out there and who needs the stress and aggravation anyway? Well apparently I do 🙂

I read several great pieces and a few not so great …of advice and have decided to take myself out of the pressure cooker of trying to get published or self publishing, which is a cooker in itself and get back to why I love to write..and if I publish great, but if not that is fine too.

I often think of my Gram who was a great creator. Her health was not very good for a great part of her life but that did not stop her from making amazing blankets, quilts, crochet afghans, toys, clothes, and a zillon other types of projects. She was making beautiful stockings to give my children the day before she passed away.  And she was not doing it for the dollar she did it because she enjoyed it and what she created brought great joy to me and others. I want my joy back. The joy that comes from creating without expectation.

 

Reading Recommended:

Read Ecclesiastes, [the Bible] This small book of the bible gives you great perspective…Genesis One is beautiful …Psalms 1-4 and reading through Mark

Joel Osteen’s New book I Am is good…a little heavy in the getting more bigger better department..but if you can balance that with the beauty of the Bible it really is an encouraging read..remember balance…

Monica Leonelle ebook for writers “The 8 minute writing habit” is worth the price  and offers good advice.

Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert ..is good but has some curse words and can feel a bit new agey…but it was worth reading for me ..because it was one of those books I needed to read …right time kind of situations.

Goodnight Mr.Wodehouse by Minnesota writer Faith Sullivan was an enjoyable read..it felt nostalgic and reminiscent, which I enjoyed and was in the mood for such a read.

So, I read this little e book called The 8 minute writing habit: by Monica Leonelle……and… I read Elizabeth Gilbert’s book  Big Magic and I read a lot of Bible scripture…I recommend all three.  Monica’s little book was encouraging and so I gave her challenge a try and it did help ..that along with a couple key pieces of wisdom from Big Magic….I will take care of the writing and not expect it to take of me…In the Bible the scriptures tell me there is nothing new under the sun and that it is enough to enjoy what I am doing. I believe GOD with lead me in the way I should go.

I will leave you with a poem that I am going to free write..and see where it goes.

My Road~~

A reckless wind blew through my soul

I heard it whisper,

This way go…

along a twisting  winding road,

Leading me where I never thought to go

Sometimes covered with ice and snow

I met my love along the way,

Traveling together

We chose a vagabond life,

We had each other,

Together we were stronger,

But before I was ready he had to leave me alone.

To finish the journey on my own

Blistering heat burned my eyes

relieved by the tears I cried

A Gentle breeze cooled my brow and whispered keep going you don’t have far now.

I’m still traveling the narrow road

wondering if the next bend will lead me home.

by: iola

What do you think?

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It doesn’t have to be great to create…Write on!   Right on!

 

 

 

There’s a River Flowing~~~

 

Have you ever felt like you had so much creativity, so many new ideas or expanded ideas that have been simmering on the back burner of your mind for so long that you almost gave up on them but then you wake up one morning and they are  bubbling over, flowing and expanding with possibility and creativity?

 That is how I am feeling today!

                 I don’t know who this poem/verse is for, maybe it is more for me than anyone else. But in sharing it I hope that someone other than myself will be encouraged through it.

 

Selah (Pause and Think on This)

You are more than the box you were born in

More than the pain that distracts you from

Living  the life you have only dreamed of

It is what we choose

that changes the rules

lifts up and destroys the liars whispers

that your not good enough

your focus distorted by the lens of flesh that twists

your true beauty into a filter not your own

that keeps you bowed down

consumed by images created to judge your

uniqueness

Break free with a word

love

a tiny thought

hope

a seed of truth watered with faith

You are Enough

Just as you Are

Pursue the Peace you thirst for

the Joy you desire is not found in the pit of addiction

wrapped in the cocoon of your grief

and self pity

twisted in to self hate

a butterfly without wings

the cage your trapped in

has no bars,

and walls fall away when you

stop believing the lies and

Freedom

is found in knowing that there is no end

my friend,

When the dust settles

Eternity begins.