#findingpeace

"Solace"

Take flight from the caverns in which your wanton mind lies dormant in sleep...yearning to break out in prose

The spirt knows it would release your burden and hoist you from the deep. Steadfast keep, gently reap.

Sit you down in fields of solace for eternity if need be.

Though words elude in fleeting laps… only listen...you will see

OutOfExile_IDR – 1990

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It’s not always easy in our crazy, chaotic world, but sometimes, we simply need to go with the flow and enjoy of ride of our lives ~
"Waves at Midnight" by Inka Essenhigh, Artist
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Inside My Spinning - poetry

[Spinning" is not the political or media kind but, does require a pen. No hand to hand occurred. This is a concept about the power of words. Choose them wisely.]

"Inside My Spinning"

Here to pass the time,
I hide inside my spinning,
away from all the nettles fenced around.
Somewhere far away are all the saplings I have trampled under foot,
wailing for recompence,
thier recompence not found.

So, to mend the wounds of conscience,
I hide inside my spinning.
Battles hand to hand yet rage,
though I have not a part;
twas, the rudder of my ship's the cause.
The foolish prose of mine disperse,
as words of anger start.

So, I seek the theraputic,
my spinning through the time.
Deep inside the lion roars...
the wheel squeaks...
searching for compation,
there is no peace of mind,

The lion yet has much to learn,
in the jungle of the meek.
Tread softly, carry no stick.
For thunderous steps cause doves to fly,
and weapons kill the peace we seek.

So, the lion journeys on,
a shattered dream,
a broken train of thought.
Yet is is written, someday he will find:

Compassion, peace and understanding;
all the things that he has sought.

But for now to pass the time,
I live behind a spoken mime.
Adrift aloft this swirling rhyme,
For now to pass the time...
I hide inside my spinning.

Out of Exile - IDR. 1992

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Enfermé - Shadow's Night

With each word you say, lies always more behind

Love dies swelling in the past, time and again

We cannot step into the light while dead

Lurking in shadow's night gone by,
never looking in my soul

Ive been left alone to echo thru the sky

Winds of change blow promises

as drifting banks of snow encase me

In a tomb of soft, sweet lulabys

Out of Exile IDR 1992

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#PoetryNobodyWillEverFind
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The soliloquy of a man's inner self is the reflection, not of what others perceive, but what he truly is.

For in the cool of the day, sheltered by the fog, for a man at peace with himself; there is no other.

Out of Exile - 1991

I've always thought about artists rendering their impressions of my poems. What would this look like?

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@OutOfExile_IDR_Voice

Inside My Spinning - poetry

[Spinning" is not the political or media kind but, does require a pen. No hand to hand occurred. This is a concept about the power of words. Choose them wisely.]

"Inside My Spinning"

Here to pass the time,
I hide inside my spinning,
away from all the nettles fenced around.
Somewhere far away are all the saplings I have trampled under foot,
wailing for recompence,
thier recompence not found.

So, to mend the wounds of conscience,
I hide inside my spinning.
Battles hand to hand yet rage,
though I have not a part;
twas, the rudder of my ship's the cause.
The foolish prose of mine disperse,
as words of anger start.

So, I seek the theraputic,
my spinning through the time.
Deep inside the lion roars...
the wheel squeaks...
searching for compation,
there is no peace of mind,

The lion yet has much to learn,
in the jungle of the meek.
Tread softly, carry no stick.
For thunderous steps cause doves to fly,
and weapons kill the peace we seek.

So, the lion journeys on,
a shattered dream,
a broken train of thought.
Yet is is written, someday he will find:

Compassion, peace and understanding;
all the things that he has sought.

But for now to pass the time,
I live behind a spoken mime.
Adrift aloft this swirling rhyme,
For now to pass the time...
I hide inside my spinning.

Out of Exile - IDR. 1992

Primary: @OutOfExile_IDR_Voice
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“Wilt and Flutter”

Mystery's flower
wilting  before me
I Long for the hour
fog lifts that we see
a voice from within says...
be still and just be

I suddenly Cower
fortitude fleeting
The sonnet that deafens
my shattered hearts beating

The last thing I wanted
The first thing I need
What garden has nurtured
This mirroring seed

What dreams may become
Of this fair wilting flower
The radiant reflection
Now sweetens the sour

A muse? A façade?
A kind apparition?
No matter of what
I can’t help but listen
….It defies definition

Fluttering Fumbling
illumimates dark
The glistening brilliance
now calls me… I hark

Emerald Bleu inquisition
Deconstructing my will
Beconing, piercing, occupying
Be still.

Out of Exile IDR – 20221203

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Also:
OutOfExile_IDR § Deux
@OutOfExile_IDR@neurodifferent.me
OutOfExile_IDR (unscented)
Invisible Disability Rights
@OutOfExile_IDR@disabled.social

The soliloquy of a man's inner self is the reflection, not of what others perceive, but what he truly is.

For in the cool of the day, sheltered by the fog, for a man at peace with himself; there is no other.

Out of Exile - 1991

I've always thought about artists rendering their impressions of my poems. What would this look like?

#poetry #SelfReflection #FindingPeace #SelfAwareness #writing #prose #philosophy #PoetryCommunity #HastagsNobodyWillEverSearch #InvisibleDisability
@OutOfExile_IDR_Voice

“Wilt and Flutter”

Mystery's flower
wilting  before me
I Long for the hour
fog lifts that we see
a voice from within says...
be still and just be

I suddenly Cower
fortitude fleeting
The sonnet that deafens
my shattered hearts beating

The last thing I wanted
The first thing I need
What garden has nurtured
This mirroring seed

What dreams may become
Of this fair wilting flower
The radiant reflection
Now sweetens the sour

A muse? A façade?
A kind apparition?
No matter of what
I can’t help but listen
….It defies definition

Fluttering Fumbling
illumimates dark
The glistening brilliance
now calls me… I hark

Emerald Bleu inquisition
Deconstructing my will
Beconing, piercing, occupying
Be still.

Out of Exile IDR – 20221203

#poetry #SelfReflection #FindingPeace #SelfAwareness #writing #prose #philosophy #PoetryCommunity #HastagsNobodyWillEverSearch

Also:
OutOfExile_IDR § Deux
@OutOfExile_IDR@neurodifferent.me
OutOfExile_IDR (unscented)
Invisible Disability Rights
@OutOfExile_IDR@disabled.social

[Spinning" is not the political or media kind but, does require a pen. No hand to hand occurred. This is a concept about the power of words. Choose them wisely.]

"Inside My Spinning"

Here to pass the time,
I hide inside my spinning,
away from all the nettles fenced around.
Somewhere far away are all the saplings I have trampled under foot,
wailing for recompence,
thier recompence not found.

So, to mend the wounds of conscience,
I hide inside my spinning.
Battles hand to hand yet rage,
though I have not a part;
twas, the rudder of my ship's the cause.
The foolish prose of mine disperse,
as words of anger start.

So, I seek the theraputic,
my spinning through the time.
Deep inside the lion roars...
the wheel squeaks...
searching for compation,
there is no peace of mind,

The lion yet has much to learn,
in the jungle of the meek.
Tread softly, carry no stick.
For thunderous steps cause doves to fly,
and weapons kill the peace we seek.

So, the lion journeys on,
a shattered dream,
a broken train of thought.
Yet is is written, someday he will find:

Compassion, peace and understanding;
all the things that he has sought.

But for now to pass the time,
I live behind a spoken mime.
Adrift aloft this swirling rhyme,
For now to pass the time...
I hide inside my spinning.

Out of Exile - IDR. 1992

Primary Profile: @OutOfExile_IDR@disabled.social

#poetry #SelfReflection #FindingPeace #SelfAwareness #writing #prose #philosophy #PoetryCommunity #InvisibleDisability #neurodivergence #NeurodivergentThinking #HastagsNobodyWillEverSearch

“Wilt and Flutter”

Mystery's flower
wilting  before me
I Long for the hour
fog lifts that we see
a voice from within says...
be still and just be

I suddenly Cower
fortitude fleeting
The sonnet that deafens
my shattered hearts beating

The last thing I wanted
The first thing I need
What garden has nurtured
This mirroring seed

What dreams may become
Of this fair wilting flower
The radiant reflection
Now sweetens the sour

A muse? A façade?
A kind apparition?
No matter of what
I can’t help but listen
….It defies definition

Flutterimg Fumbling
illumimates dark
The glistening brilliance
now calls me… I hark

Emerald Blu inquisition
Deconstructing my will
Beconong, piercing, occupying
Be still.

I’ve not written poetry in years and am ecstatic that creation is returning.  I’m happy to say, I wrote this TODAY.

Out of Exile IDR – 20221203
Responses to:
@OutOfExile_IDR@disabled.social

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Enfermé - Shadow's Night

With each word you say,
lies always more behind

Love dies swelling in the past,
time and again

We cannot step into the light while dead

Lurking in shadow's night gone by,
never looking in my soul

Ive been left alone to echo thru the sky

Winds of change blow promises

as drifting banks of snow encase me

In a tomb of soft, sweet lulabys.

#poetry #SelfReflection #FindingPeace #SelfAwareness #writing #prose #PoetryCommunity #HastagsNobodyWillEverSearch #InvisibleDisability

Out of Exile IDR 1992

@OutOfExile_IDR@disabled.social

The soliloquy of a man's inner self is the reflection, not of what others perceive, but what he truly is.

For in the cool of the day, sheltered by the fog, for a man at peace with himself; there is no other.

Out of Exile - 1991

#poetry #SelfReflection #FindingPeace #SelfAwareness #writing #prose #philosophy

Today, I will practice being present with my work, slowing down and appreciating the details of my day. #findingpeace