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2009: Wishing you and your family & friends many blessings for this winter holiday!
Prompts from Read Write Poem:
*Note: This was a hard prompt at first, but I think I'm happy with how it turned out! It's been a while since I've written some rhyming poems...
Runs in the Blood
I raised a village,
saved a village
through brews of herbal tea.
They gave me their palms
to read their lifelines,
but I feel their blood
rushing to the sea.
Yin and yang, hot and cold,
I tell them,
they must be balanced equally;
but if not, drink this potion
and your body will quickly restore the qi.
Alas, my son refused to carry on
the wonders of this Chinese magic
with ginseng to truly cure me.
He was too busy attending
to worldly matters
and wished to be carefree.
Of course, the loving father that I was
let him go about his ways,
and I too old to bend my knees,
instead sat and prayed for a future blessing.
One day,
I looked over at the edge of heaven
and exclaimed profusely.
If she could see me,
I would have given her my practice
as I am proud to see my great-granddaughter--
a compassionate nurse she will surely come to be.
*Note: This was a hard prompt at first, but I think I'm happy with how it turned out! It's been a while since I've written some rhyming poems...
Runs in the Blood
I raised a village,
saved a village
through brews of herbal tea.
They gave me their palms
to read their lifelines,
but I feel their blood
rushing to the sea.
Yin and yang, hot and cold,
I tell them,
they must be balanced equally;
but if not, drink this potion
and your body will quickly restore the qi.
Alas, my son refused to carry on
the wonders of this Chinese magic
with ginseng to truly cure me.
He was too busy attending
to worldly matters
and wished to be carefree.
Of course, the loving father that I was
let him go about his ways,
and I too old to bend my knees,
instead sat and prayed for a future blessing.
One day,
I looked over at the edge of heaven
and exclaimed profusely.
If she could see me,
I would have given her my practice
as I am proud to see my great-granddaughter--
a compassionate nurse she will surely come to be.
- Location:Home
- Mood:
full
Prompts from Poetic Asides:
On Regrets
revolving door
paper moths flutter through
but cannot move forward
On Regrets
revolving door
paper moths flutter through
but cannot move forward
- Location:Home
- Mood:
full
