RESTLESS SOUL; UPROOTED: Ragtag Daily Prompts
For this week’s Ragtag Daily Prompt, I’ve composed a poem comprising of Saturday and Sunday’s prompt titled RESTLESS SOUL; UPROOTED. Hope that ye enjoy the read! 🙏🤞😁📖
RESTLESS SOUL; UPROOTED
Jenny was a travelling soul
A helpless sojourner
Unable to rest
And always on the move
Never putting down roots
Or staying in a particular town
For any meaningful length of time.
Nor forming any friendships
Or intimate attachments
For fear she’d get too settled
And have to uproot her family
Young girl and baby boy
She grew up in an orphanage
Having never knew her own parents
You can’t miss what you never knew,
“They both died in a car crash
While her mum was in labour.”
Or so she’d been told.
This left her without any roots
Or sense of home & place
And a gigantic hole in her heart
One of the few things the nuns
Had taught her however
Was how to plant stuff.
Flowers; trees & plants
Of all shapes; sorts & sizes
Potatoes; carrots; parsnips etc
Which they would then sell to the local farmers market.
All with the hope of teaching the kids to be self sufficient
They all had a home,
A place where they laid down roots; grew and blossomed into what they were meant to be.
Why couldn’t she do the same?
What was she so afraid of?
Jenny knew that
She’d have to settle down eventually.
For the sake of Jesse & Harper at least
It wasn’t fair on them, this constant moving around.
Every couple of weeks, it was somewhere new.
It was exhausting!
They took it in good spirits but you can tell it’s taking it’s toll!
But it was hard to quell
This restless spirit inside her.
This search for adventure
And those itchy feet,
Well they needed to be scratched.
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BIRD’S NEST: SADJE’S #WDYS #WHATDOYOUSEE #POETRYPROMPT
This week Sadje encouraged us to write a piece based on this image which shows a bird’s nest outside a birdhouse holding four white and black speckled eggs. You can see a few flowers, sticks, and a vase on the side of the nest. Here’s my contribution:
Your hair is like a bird’s nest
Speckled with twigs & leaves
And new life wrapped in a shell
Black and white
A knotty; forested mess
You spend so much time
Decorating this little corner
For your avian friends,
Even making a small house
For them to feed & rest
With some pretty flowers & a vase
That some would go as far as saying
You’re away with the birds
But my friend, I digress
And the fairies, might disagree
For this particular bird
Composing this rhyme
Has found a home here
I’m happy to confess
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ADDICTED TO RUNNING
Haha! Yes, this is true! 👍👍😁😁😂😂
Is where the heart is
Is where it all started
Not where your dear departed
Used to dwell.
Is where your other half
Walks with you on the path
Helping you to laugh
At the absurdity of life
Is your port of harbour
Not made of bricks or mortar
Wherever your sons & daughters
Can be a million miles away
Or wherever you feel safe
Wherever you lay your head
Down to rest
Is a state of mind
Not just a place to find
Difficult to define
For the wandering soul
Is where you’re lost & found
Where you can run aground
With someone who can stand to be around
Your broken self
Is a piece of paper and a pen
My thoughts. Unravelling them
Source of expression & my zen
For my anxious mind
Is for where you pine
Is where you draw the line
A place where all time
Comes to a standstill
Wrote this last Wednesday before the days tragic events unfolded yet as the week has gone by it has become strangely suited to the fleeting; brutal nature of life and what has just happened. Dedicated to all the fallen leafs out there! Hope it brings you some comfort or helps in some way. 🙏🤞
Like a fragile leaf blown off the tree
Violently uprooted from it’s home,
She fluttered about in the wind.
Tossed to and fro
Up and down.
Yet full of vibrancy & colour.
Yet full of hope and warmth,
Till she eventually came to rest
Miles away from home
Atop the earthy soil
With it’s dew laden carpet of grass
We will all end up
Laying our heads
Sooner or later.
Coffee Shop Beehive
Bees swarming outside the coffee shop
The tables and the takeaway cups
Like a chocolate flavoured beehive
They always seem drawn to & strive
Around the sugar sachets and sticky jam
Searching for their bit of nectar and
Their coffee fix
Like the rest of us
But they cause a fuss
Vainly we try to swat them away
Yet they always manage to evade
Our frantic flailing
Laughing at our wailing
We tell them to fu… sorry buzz off
What is it about them that leaves us fraught
Flapping about like headless chickens
When the planet would be stricken
And their pollination
Even though they cause such strife
They’re part of the cycle of life
It is their season
That is the reason