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National Poetry Month – Day 17

April 17 – Prompt: “Your weakest point of insecurity.”

It might be a personality trait, a comment someone said all those years ago – a deep, deep fear. Either way, its time to release it. Give it a name and shed light on it by way of words – your own words. Healing. Redemptive. Liberating.

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“Defenseless. Broken.

Nothing but trash on the floor.

Unable. Unspoken.

Couldn’t become more…

Vulnerable. Wanted!

Value beyond compare.

Empowered. Undaunted –

Because He met me there.”

– B. Biter 2019

National Poetry Month – Day 16

I have been more sporadic in my writing this month than I’d hoped to be, and begin writing for a prompt without finishing it – BUT! Today I managed to get one completed.

April 16 – Prompt: “Your favorite childhood memory.”

Fun Fact – my neighbor once saw how much I loved to climb, and how greatly I needed a little bit of space all my own, so he gifted me the ginormous tree standing in his front yard. Dear, sweet man! If I could speak with you just one more time, I’d tell you just how amazing that gift was to a young girl.

“Up I go into the sprawling branches

Notebook held firmly between my teeth,

My bare feet grasping the rough bark

As the ground blurs far beneath.

I reach my favorite resting place

Pull out my pen, begin to write –

The birds calmly flit around me now

As we stay contentedly out of sight.

The tree its self embraces me as well

And I’m rocked within its shade

Familiar friends –

as if this tree..

…just for me…

was made.

– B. Biter 2019

National Poetry Month – Day 5

April 5 – I’ve decided to take a break from the prompts by @IndelibleInkWriters on Instagram today and do my own thing. Still a poem, however! I hope you enjoy.

You

I wonder what Your laugh is like.

Does it ripple like the sea?

Is it warm and soft like a teddy bear…

Would it make all my darkness flee?

Do Your eyes dance like wildflowers

When a breeze begins to blow?

Would they melt away my sadness

As the sun melts the winter snow?

Does Your smile play across Your lips

Like hummingbird wings flutter…

Or does it glide smoothly on,

As a seal would through the water?

Would Your arms be safe and loving,

As gentle as a breeze upon my face?

Are they a firm and unfailing shelter

…Like a cave’s alluring embrace?

Does Your love paint the sunset,

As it spreads quickly across the sky?

Is it the reason you made mountains,

Whose beauty makes me sigh?

And do I glimpse Your power

In a storm that cracks with lightening?

Does it rebuke as would the thunder,

With a voice deep and frightening?

And yet…Is it Your gentle spirit I feel

As I hold a newborn babe to my chest?

Did You give me such a picture

Of how that Spirit can bring me rest?

And does Your peace grow as beautifully

As the morning glories I so adore?

Is it like the calmness that settles into

My soul as I witness the ocean’s roar?

Does Your faithfulness stretch as far

As the universe seems to do?

Is that why my every question

Just leads me back to You?

– B. Biter

National Poetry Month – Day 4

April 4 – Prompt: “Your favorite body part on yourself”

My Eyes

“Two small pools of the lightest blue,

Show the world a most gentle hue,

And reflect the best of what they see –

To them, your potential isn’t some mystery.

And yet, to some, they are cold as ice

As if I wouldn’t have to think twice

If you should cross me or hurt my kin,

They would never again let you in.

But if you can be gentle with your strength

You’ll find there is no end to the length

Of what they allow you to see inside –

The soul no longer something they wish to hide.

They have watched as things change,

And seen how one can rearrange,

Yet hold on to what remains most true

To the bits and pieces of what makes you – you.

And should I never see through them again,

I’ll carry the lessons learned deep within

As I remember those beautiful blues

And share a sould fulfilled that one cannot lose.

– B. Biter 2019

National Poetry Month – Day 3

April 3 – Prompt: “Write the words you’ve always wanted to say to him/her, but never did.” No sentence limit, etc

For my Boys

“I do it for you, my dear hearts

Open up wounds so they can become scars.

Healing within myself to make a frest start,

And refusing to pass down the curse.

I’ve said all I can think of to say

To the ones who are old enough to hear,

But I’d like to tell you boys one day,

That you can always rewrite a verse.”