Remembrances – The stinging tails of old happenings. Every little detail of my life’s history Gnawing at my soul.   Yet in the distance a shimmering light – Full of warmth and utterly bright, Bringing about love and faith Making the past free of weight.   Haunted by the bad times, Enchanted by the good times. Forever balancing the beast, Letting the future grow like yeast.   Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships – Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective...

I read a couple of times, I do not remember anymore where, that the basic principle of nature is disintegration. From dust accumulating on shelves, to food going bad in our stomachs, to brown leaves in autumn and finally the most dreaded growing old. We struggle all our lives to restore the equilibrium. We fall ill, we struggle to get healthy again. The apartment in winter needs constant heating. We eat and eat, but we always have to eat some more to stay healthy and alive. There are accidents, we repair damage and live with what we cannot mend. If we stop struggling, we die, either of famine or...

Relaxed like a summer meadow. Violet blossoms of green-winged orchids. Blue blooms of meadow sage. Green grass intertwined with them. The first three colors of the rainbow – Relaxed like a summer meadow. Yellow flowers of tall buttercup. Orange pot marigold borrowed from a garden. Finally field poppy the red warden. The second three colors of the rainbow – Relaxed like a summer meadow. I am, finally, after all colors of the rainbow.   Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships – Balancing the Beast, a...

the sick- crave labor’s sweat they toil away till frail frolic is their silent way to solace © Helena Smole   This Crapsey Cinquain is a part of Tanka Tuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge.