A glimpse of light

 

 

cobble me a picture

with moments of this broken reality

create a masterpiece

with the remnants of my sanity

let us put these rare lucid moments in a frame

display them like a memory

showing how things could be

if I move forward, readily

 

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If I could frame what my mind could be, the freedom I could have. If I could see on a daily basis what I’m working toward, I can keep moving, keep pushing, to be free.

#OCDvocate

Cobble poem for dVerse.

 

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#OCDPoem #1

 

here

it comes,

an ambush

of obsessions,

untold questions push

my limits to the brink.

no truth left to hold me up.

where does my help come from,

when nothing seems real?

can’t step forward.

can’t step back.

I stand,

stuck.

 

© Caitlin Gramley

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I want to show what OCD and scrupulosity is like for me. I’ve tried so hard with drafts of informative posts, but nothing seems to quite hit the mark. So, for now, I am going to show glimpses of what it’s like for me through poetry. #OCDpoems.

 

This is in response to dVerse

 

Autumn – Troiku

bare branches

a jungle gym for birds

wings all aflutter

 

bare branches                                                                   a painting against the blue sky
a painting against the blue sky                                          color drips to the ground
leaves under my feet                                                         gathering in piles

© Yozakura, the Wandering Spirit

leaves under my feet

a satisfying crunch

autumn symphony

 

© Caitiln Gramley

 

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This attempt at a troiku is in response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #31 Troiku … “bare branches”

A troiku starts with a base haiku, then you create three new haiku where each line of the base haiku is the first line in each of the new haiku.

I quite enjoyed learning this new form. 🙂

To learn more about troiku click HERE.

Fractured Mind

 

Forehead lined with worry

ninety scenarios

from a single thought

stick to her like

insects on fly paper

 

If only she could

unhinge from this frame of mind

 

Hours – turn to days – turn to weeks

simple truths slip though desperate fingers

Reality now muddled

 

© Caitlin Gramley

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A quadrille for dVerse.

Earthing (#haiku)

 

feet on dew-kissed grass

recharging lost energy

a breath of fresh air

 

© Caitlin Gramley

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A Haiku for #Haikai Challenge #30 (4/21/18)

Off prompt today for NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo

Day twenty-five #NaPoWriMo

Your mind will tell you

when the voices take over

avoid what you love

your misery brings quiet

but the silence will not last

 

It only gets worse

so do not appease, ATTACK!

stand back up and fight

before you lose what you love

and you become but a shell

 

You must not forget

OCD dose not own you

you can find freedom

from the shackles that bind you

you must keep moving forward

 

© Caitlin Gramley

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This poem is in response to NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-five.

Prompt: “Today, we challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself! ”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One

 

“We gather here, today,

to unite this man and this woman in

Holy matrimony…”

Fingers lace

a perfect fit,

 two

imperfect lives

“Two are better than ONE…”

ONE is better than two

Together, we

are “a force to reckon with”

You plus me

ONE.

 

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A quadrille for dVerse ~Poets Pub.

Written for NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Three.

 

 

 

 

Summers at the Pond – a #haiku

 

Cousins play mermaid

 sun-baked rocks their castle

picnics in the sand

 

 

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It’s National Haiku Day! This haiku is in response to NaPoWriMo Day 17.

The Prompt: “write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time. It could be the story of the time your Uncle Louis caught a home run ball, the time your Cousin May accidentally brought home a coyote and gave it a bath, thinking it was a stray dog, or something darker (or even sillier).”

I don’t have any stories that stick out in my mind at the moment so I chose to write about fond summer memories instead.

It’s Spring’s Turn Now

 

As the sun kisses the earth it draws frigid air back to the night. The afternoon’s heat now a dream I wish would linger a while longer.

Tangerine and blood

set fire to winter’s grasp

new life take hold

 

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This micro haibun (less than 55 words) is in response to dVerse Haibun Monday

Prompt: “A Japanese word, CHIJITSU, means LINGERING DAY, or LONG SPRING DAY: a Kigo that, in a way, can apply to both Spring and Autumn—one that invites poets from both hemispheres to write a Haibun from their unique perspective. That is our prompt for today’s Haibun. You may choose to use it in reference to a season, or even metaphorically.”

I am learning how to write haibun. Constructive criticism and helpful insight are welcome and appreciated.

#NaPoWriMo Day 16

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 Photo via: EJ Fox/Flickr/Wikimedia/Creative Commons

His scream carries through the back door, sending chills through her fingers all the way to her toes. She races to her child, heart frozen in between beats, only to be met with shrieks and giggles.

Grass stains, faded jeans

beads of sweat and sun-browned skin

epic game of tag

 

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Today I did a micro haibun (less than 55 words). This is my second attempt at a haibun. The form was not required for today’s prompt but I feel it fit this scene best.

Today’s prompt over at NaPoWriMo: “write a poem that prominently features the idea of play. It could be a poem about a sport or game, a poem about people who play (or are playing a game), or even a poem in the form of the rules for a sport or game that you’ve just made up.”