Tale Weavers: Poem – Rictameter – “Foresight” #amwriting #poetry #taleweavers


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s Tale Weaver prompt having to do with the importance of sight, physical, spiritual, or beyond. Also thank you to Linda J. Wolf of the blog Urban Poetry for the new poem format. Rictameter verse had 9 lines and the first and the last line repeat. The syllable count for each line is as follows: 2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2. 

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Also, I know many of you are doing the A to Z Challenge for April. But if anyone’s interested in poetry, join me in National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). A poem a day for 30 days. You can sign your blog up at www.napowrimo.net. Each day in April, return to the site for the daily poetry prompts and remember to link back to the website when you write your poems and to tag your work #NaPoWriMo so other bloggers can read your awesome poetry. Looking forward to reading everyone’s poetry takes. If you are REALLY up for the challenge combine NaPoWriMo with the A to Z Challenge 🙂 

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To see,

With clarity,

Minds are required to —

Be open to possibility.

All the relevant outcomes forecasted,

Made with thinking of calculated —

Risks; all aspects bad,

Or fortunate,

To see.

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Because,

Limited sight,

Costs lives, so we try —

To foresee what could occur.

What is likely to happen in certain —

Situations; or what won’t —

Occur; we attempt to —

See the future,

Because.

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We live,

Blindly despite,

Attempts to know.

We can’t actually know;

As much as we make it seem,

As if we can configure potential,

But it’s all a fantastic lie.

We know nothing but —

Footsteps ahead,

We live.

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Blindly,

Our sight fades for —

Physically our prime is —

Short; but we can see past —

Spiritually if only —

We choose to see, to look within and find,

Our immortality left,

After we pass on.

We try to see,

Blindly.

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In life,

We desire to —

Know what happens —

Next; can we stop our fears,

Trouble from taking place or should —

We leave it in God’s hands and let,

Our worry and painful burdens,

Be His to decide,

Thy Will Be Done, 

In life.


©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

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Maydays: Poem – Lunes – “Risk” #Maydays



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Thank you to K.L. Caley from new2writing for holding #Mayday prompts. This prompt is about taking flight, a fall, or a leap. Also, thanks to The Daily Post for word prompts of HealthyUnderestimate, and South.

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Underestimate yourself; never — leap far, 

Leap fast, with —

All your might jump higher.

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Go farther then they think —

You can fly, 

Healthy people, take some chances.

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I’m not saying be stupid, 

Take calculated risks

Go South, North, West, East.

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You can take any direction —

You wish to —

Take, and jump into tomorrow,

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Paul Brandt sings: “I’d rather —

Stand at the —

Edge of a cliff and hang —

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My toes over a bit,

And then jump 

When they dare me and —

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Even if it scares me —

And I get —

Hurt . . . I’d rather risk,” Would —

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You rather risk in life, 

Not stay still, 

But grow and change; fly.

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You have life before you, 

Don’t let life,

Scare you; chase your dreams.

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Live one day at a —

Time and take — 

Those steps, to feel alive.

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Paul Brandt – “Risk”

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