#NaPoWriMo Day 7 ‘Silence’ #poetrymonth #April #SilentSunday #Haiku

NaPoWriMo

National Poetry Writing Month is a poetry writing challenge to write a poem a day, which takes place every year in April. Follow the link to find out more, be inspired, get daily prompts and meet other poets!

For Day 7, I’m joining in with Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. Writers and bloggers are invited to use the prompt creatively by writing a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel, or anything else.

Click on the banner for more information about this fun weekend writing prompt!

****

I’ve come up with a 15-word and 17-syllable Haiku called Silent Sunday, with two photographs I took recently in Fontibre, Cantabria, Spain.

Silent Sunday

Don’t speak now keep still,
Listen to wind shaking trees,
Watch drops slip down leaves.

****

Trees and leaves, like flowers are always quiet, peaceful and so pretty. It’s impossible to feel upset or angry while looking at them, their light shines straight into our hearts.

We all need a few minutes of silence, to recap, listen to ourselves carefully and recharge our batteries for the coming week.

So, this weekend, look for trees, leaves or flowers, they’ll make you smile and help you regroup!

Send me a picture of a tree, leaf or flower on twitter and I’ll write you a poem:)

****

#NaPoWriMo Day 6 ‘Flowers’ #poetrymonth #April Colleen’s weekly #Tanka #Poetry Challenge #SynonymsOnly

NaPoWriMo

National Poetry Writing Month is a poetry writing challenge to write a poem a day, which takes place every year in April. Follow the link to find out more, be inspired, get daily prompts and meet other poets!

For Day 6, I’m joining in with Colleen Chesebro, also known as the The Faery Whisperer’s, weekly poetry challenge in which she gives us two words, and we have to choose synonyms from those words for our poetry. 

Click on the banner for more information about this fun weekly poetry challenge!

This week’s prompt words are Happy and April, and my synonyms are cheerful and spring.

Spring Smiles

Spring smiles at gravel

Flowers sparkle in your eyes

Cheerful cheeks do blush

Joyful lips grin and giggle

Petals shine brighter than sun

****

Flowers are always quiet, peaceful and so pretty. It’s impossible to feel upset or angry while looking at flowers, their light shines straight into our hearts.

So, this weekend, look for flowers, they’ll make you smile!

Send me a picture of a flower on twitter and I’ll write you a poem:)

****

#NaPoWriMo Day 5 ‘Wild #Flower’ #poetrymonth #April #Poems #Haiku

NaPoWriMo

National Poetry Writing Month is a poetry writing challenge to write a poem a day, which takes place every year in April. Follow the link to find out more, be inspired, get daily prompts and meet other poets!

Day 5 poem, Wild Flower, was inspired by a photograph of a flower on fellow blogger Paul Militaru’s Blog, where he posts his photography portfolio, which brightens my day with his beautiful pictures.

Wildflower

Delicate and free

As quiet as a whisper

Will make your heart smile

****

A tiny wildflower is a beautiful and vital part of our ecosystem. Flowers attract insects, birds and other living beings, including humans!

Flowers are always quiet and peaceful. It’s hard to feel angry while looking at a flower, and remember, you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.

So, this weekend, look for flowers, they’ll make you smile!

Send me a picture of a flower on twitter and I’ll write you a poem:)

****

#ThursdayDoors ‘San Rafael Cemetery’ #Cordoba #Spain

Thursday Doors is a weekly feature allowing door lovers to come together to admire and share their favorite door photos from around the world. Feel free to join in on the fun by creating your own Thursday Doors post each week and then sharing it, between Thursday morning and Saturday noon and linking up on Norm’s blog here.

I visited the cemetery recently for the burial of a friend’s mother. We arrived early, which gave me time to wander around, admire the beautiful building and surroundings and take some photos.

I love the (real) Roman columns adorning the doors. The first and last photos are of the front door, the second photo is the door to the chapel, to the right as you walk inside, and the third door is the door leading into the burial ground, which is just beyond the chapel.

I rarely visit cemeteries, but when I do they inspire peace and reflection. I don’t feel sad, just human. A physical reminder that we must all die, so we had better use our time wisely.

There are some beautiful gardens, plants and statues inside. Have a look. I posted some more pictures of this cemetery yesterday in #WordlessWednesday

Follow Luccia Gray on Social Media:

Twitter

Facebook

Goodreads

Check out Luccia Gray’s Books on Amazon

Stream Of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS: ‘Peace’

This post is written in response to Linda G. Hill’s prompt on Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Today’s theme is “piece/peace.” Make one or both your theme or just include them somehow in your post. Anyone can join in! Enjoy posting and/or Reading other posts here!

socs-badge

Inner Peace versus World Peace

I used to think about world peace.

When I was young(er), I thought big; the world was my oyster. Ironically, at that time, in the 1970s, Internet, google, smart phone, low-cost travel, etc. were not in our vocabulary. So the information we had about the rest of the world was reduced to documentaries, and occasional news from a few friends and relatives scattered around the globe, but that didn’t matter, I thought very big. Why not?

Anything and everything, such as world peace, was possible, although I never really thought about how it would ever come about, as if just willing it would be enough.

I would talk about it, take part in debates, sometimes even marches. I also wrote letters to newspapers, or my local MP, as if it were possible just by talking and writing about it.

When I started working, in the 80s, I was busy paying my bills and bringing up a family, and in spite of still having the same ideals, I was no longer doing anything towards them, except believing. I still believed world peace was possible. Why not?

I can’t pinpoint exactly when it all started, but as I’m approaching my retirement, I no longer believe in grand issues such as world peace. Don’t get me wrong, I wish it would happen, I just no longer believe it will in my lifetime, and I’m even more convinced that I’ll never have anything to do with it, if it does happen.

It doesn’t mean I don’t have dreams any more, I do. It’s just that in spite of all the technological and digital innovations and massive worldwide communication, my dreams have become more realistic. Despite having friends and acquaintances (some I’ve met, others I never will. I say this knowing it doesn’t matter, or does it?) in New Zealand, Australia, South Africa, India, Canada, as well as Europe, the US and parts of South America, my dreams have become intimate and local. Very local.

Now I dream with my own inner peace, because it’s the only one which is in my hands, and it’s the only one I now value.

I’m aware that ‘peace’ is an arbitrary word, so I feel obliged to clarify what it means to me.

Being at peace with myself and my surroundings means I’m not interested in races or arguments, being right, or being perfect. I just want to be at peace with myself and those I interact with and care about.

I try to do the things that make me happy, and I also make sure I feel happy about the things I do, so I make sure those around me don’t sweat the small stuff, and look at the bigger and nicer picture, as I do.

I’ve found many things which make me feel at peace:

Reading and writing, talking and thinking about reading and writing, meeting other writers and like-minded people, being with my children and grandchildren, going to the cinema, for a walk, or a coffee with my friends, and valuing the routine, wonderful, little things I enjoy as often as posible, such as a walk by the beach, a stroll in the countryside, an interesting conversation, or an occasional glass of wine.

And when I have to do things which are not my choice, I make an effort to enjoy them. I refuse to argue about unimportant things. Fortunately, my job does not involve life and death situations, so very few things are important enough to argue about. I make an effort to see people’s good points, and work at them, overlooking their worse points, and if I really can’t see any good points (I’m still an optimist, so this doesn’t happen often), I make sure I avoid them as much as possible.

I’ve come to believe that if I’m at peace with myself and can transmit that peace to those around me, locally and internationally, by paying in forward and having as my only aim to bring peace to myself and those around me, then the world will be a more peaceful place.

I take part in initiatives such as #Speak1000, which posts on compassion, bullying, etc. and I occasionally cooperate with local volunteer organisations and initiatives, too. I can manage that. Can’t we all?

If we all brought peace to our lives and those around us, world peace might be posible, might it not? So perhaps I do still believe in world peace after all, don’t I?

What gives you peace?

How do you avoid or cope with things or people who take away your peace?