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Joss Lennox Apr 23
The forgotten book—
a dusty shelf, tucked away,
had so much to say.
Writer's Digest Poetry Prompt PAD Challenge of the day, "Write a book poem." I wrote this about finding/coming back to/making time for one's own creativity. Even in small, but purposeful ways. Writing is important to me and even within the busyness of my own world, it's necessary for me to make some time, each week, to do the things I enjoy doing.
Joss Lennox Apr 21
And, on the third day, He rose again,
not because we earned it,
or even deserved it,
after all betrayals and sin,
unconditional love remained within.
For these things were always the key,
to letting it be.
Sin will never win,
in the end of the world,
my friend.
Love, grace and forgiveness portray the "keys to peace". That's what my poem is about. Without having these for our fellow "man", we'll stay in constant battles and chaos. Sin doesn't have the final say or "win", goodness and redemption will prevail further, regardless of your spiritual/religious/christianity beliefs. This has been proven time and time again.
Joss Lennox Apr 19
Though the world may rage,
like gilded nightingales caught in a cage,
our souls can still sing softly.

The earth may crack with no footfall to faucet,
the fault doesn't always fall with the wind,
sometimes, the storm begins within.

This is why the search begins,
beneath the surface, where the silence knows our name,
where the echoes go to live.
I wrote this poem regarding times throughout my life I've felt stuck or "caged" due to societal norms. It's about introspection and resilience in a world full of noise and pain, committed to pushing their own narrative. When we're able to go within, true healing and strength begins. Diving deep into our silence to discover our authentic self, then fight like hell to defend it.
Joss Lennox Apr 18
the mirrorless child sits alone
wondering which truth is their own
for they were not taught of twists and plots
or shown visions of their own worth
comfort zones aren't made of heroes
who you become is not your reflection
which holds the truth
but the devil has his own house of mirrors
and I wouldn't dare to enter
I wrote this poem about my own self discovery, growing up, struggling with identity, self worth and the confusion of this all mixed with life when left to navigate it on my own, without direction. I feel like many of us can relate to these same circumstances. I'd love to read your perspectives!
  Apr 17 Joss Lennox
nicole
we all want to love
and be loved

the right way
Joss Lennox Apr 17
today, I'm a leaf clinging—
on a morning branch swinging
long stretched evenings
giving haiku another shot. I wrote this poem to describe how I'm feeling today, to put it simply, I'm tired from not getting enough sleep and from work/responsibilities. I honestly have no excuse, my husband and I have been staying up too late watching our shows (now I really sound like I'm 111). We don't get a lot of time together once we get our kids to bed, so we tend to lose track of time.
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