Lately I’ve not been me in the sunflowers that you see behind the rain but coming like an asteroid I am about to hit earth watching my fire start to burn hitting downward like I am on blast off but I am seeing myself get off but as for the sunflowers they have grown after hours you would think I would get used to the feeling of the meraki but something took it away and that was the time that got away but I hope that these stories only reach what is the stellify to the sundown at night. But lately I wish there was more, because I feel like I am lost in the quiet wondering where the places I am going to be will hide how you feel about me so just never leave me alone because I will find a way to reach the cord of the…

I’ve chosen these three words from Reena’s list;

Finifugal

Adjective: hating endings; someone who prolongs saying goodbye for as long as possible.

Meraki

Adjective: to do something with soul, passion, or love.

Stellify

Verb: to turn into a star.

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The need to stellify a loved one is strong

Put them on a pedestal and bow down in submission

Would you gain Meraki in that, I ask?

Will this act of devotion satisfy their needs

You are a finifugal but there is always an ending

Let the love you feel, saturate the soul

With your unfailing dedication let them know

They can be human, fallible, full of flaws

And you will still love them warts and all

A sense of empowerment comes from knowing

That they are loved for who they are

And not for who you wish they were!

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In response to; RXC # 278, hosted by Reena

Vale

agonizing thoughts poets
beg to end; just wanna dream
sky’s darker shade with moonlit
peeping in the corner the night.

the never-ending finifugal
of wanting to say goodbye
but not needing to let go
all in one piece of prose;

and maybe of poetry, that
would stellify every desire
heart’s filled with meraki, as
universe may finally say;

take it or leave it
never look back or
don’t let go, pick one
choice is yours.

adieu is hard, harsh or
sometimes an outright
death sentence, but
every poetry has to end;

just as every story, vale?

This is my final offering for Val’s NPM Scavenger Hunt: https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2023/03/31/looking-at-nonce-forms-for-npm/

The Silver Shovel by Monty Vern is a variation on the Golden Shovel where you take a line or lines from an existing poem and credit the original poet and poem.

The Silver Shovel uses each KEY word as an end word…

Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Impending &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #278 – Word Prompt

with the impending dawn
irritatingly nudging me
this librocubicularist
sets the book down
closes weary eyes
and meanders her mind
to all the wondrous places
envisioned previously

Words to think about from https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/04/27/reenas-xploration-challenge-178/ this week.

Finifugal

Adjective: hating endings; someone who prolongs saying goodbye for as long as possible.

Meraki

Adjective: to do something with soul, passion, or love.

Stellify

Verb: to turn into a star.

Librocubicularist

Noun: a person who reads in bed.

Cosmogyral

Adjective: whirling around the universe.

Lauren disliked swearing with a passion, not just herself but others too.

She was stuck at the computer all day, and unable to go outside. Looking a spreadsheets would give her a headache. Especially when she didn’t get a lot of rest.

She typed in the same paragraph several times. The computer didn’t like her grammar, or her words. She typed in Meraki and it scribbled a line underneath, giving her passion instead.

‘Oh, Cosmogyral!’ she screamed, before wishing the computer could be thrown out of the nearest window. ‘

Today was the worst day ever.

‘You…

“I’ve had a lot of worries in my life, most of which never happened.”

Mark Twain

For One-Liner Wednesday.

 

Everyone has that moment I think, the moment when something so momentous happens that it rips your very being into small pieces. And then you have to stop. For a long time, you gather your pieces. And it takes such a very long time, not to fit them back together, but to assemble them in a new way, not necessarily a better way. More, a way you can live with until you know for certain that this piece should go there, and that one there.”

Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in pieces

Oh the hand that waits but never reaches!
When wisdom is cruel and love is tough
Is it wrong to save thee for me?
For kindness to be a selfish deed?
When ‘my’ is ‘our’, and self becomes a curse.

Once I held the hand that made my puzzle whole
Thefingers that curved and lips that smoothed my…

To experience something wholly, don’t ask why or why not.

Mindfills © 2023 for Cee’s FOTD; NaPoRiMo ~ Day 23; Reena’s exploration challenge ~ “Developing quotations often sparks inspiration!” ― Steven Magee

American Sentence ~ Invented by Allen Ginsberg. An American haiku variation. 17 syllables written in a sentence.