I love to dance. My reserved nature often takes a back seat to a hype beat and open dance floor. Music and movement speak to me. It’s how I worship God, it’s rejuvenation, it is inspiration. Find what inspires you today and write on, friends.
Oh, how she danced
Head back, Eyes closed
Twirling & swaying
Bowing & waving
Lost in the rhythm
Carried by a melody
Oh, how she danced
Exercising joy
To exorcise pain
Dancing until she was consumed
With freedom-LAS
Inspired by a moment my family silently sat together, in a room, each of us doing our own thing…
We sit in silence. Not in the silence of tension. But in the silence of contentment. Content in our own little worlds, in the imaginings of our minds and the creativity of our hands. Our worlds in orbit basking in the warmth of connected hearts. We sit in silence.
Writing Prompt: Advice to someone with a broken heart
Maybe you weren’t meant to stay.
Perhaps there were complex layers your heart couldn’t comprehend,
And in your quest to become savior you would instead become prey.
Depending on my writing mood, some days I’m too wordy and other days I’m not even sure my sentence conveys a complete thought. But no matter my mood, I often journey to the magical, mesmerizing world of alliteration. The challenge to find the perfect combination of words with just the right lyrical flow is endorphin inducing for me. A little weird? A writer thing, perhaps?
Here are a couple of informative takes on the subject: Love it or loathe it? and Reasons to use (which also highlights the amazing Gwendolyn Brooks and her poem We Real Cool)
Here’s to honing the habit of harnessing the power of words (too much?) Happy Writing!
Inspired by wise words from my brother Alfonzo Jones II
Subtle lies
Masked as comfort
In cushioned cages
We become prisoners
Worshipping at the altar of safety.
But Freedom calls to
Leaps of faith
Flights of fancy
Walks on water
Courage under fire
Depths of valleys
Heights of mountains
A Life in full bloom
Writing Prompt: Interrupted by a chapter of loathing
Her mirror once reflected a distorted truth
Skin too dark
Hair too coarse
Nose too big
Distortion born of comparisons
Fed by erroneous standards
Created by inferior minds
Her beautiful book of Life
Interrupted by a chapter of loathing
Barnabas Blessings 