And just like that, the word ‘frame’ arrives and in an instant it begins to lead us somewhere. Over the week, it may be a topic that we’ve thought about, or a style we would like to explore or something else that makes its way clear, to the word ‘frame’ to surface.
Telling a story or poem about something of significance that revolves around a word, is a unique way of expressing. It’s amazing how it can open us up to sharing in ways we may not normally, in our day to day lives.
So many ways to apply the word, and discuss feelings. Just imagine, a walking frame, and what that may bring up for you. What you could share about someone you know, or how you might feel if you were in that position. Taking the time to ponder and notice what you feel about a situation that you may not ever have considered previously.
So what does ‘frame’ conjure for you?
Frames led us all to different places, with once again, unique ways to present the expressions. Hope you enjoy the array shared this week.
Please feel free to leave any comments or expressions of your own.
Next week’s word is ‘cage’. I wonder where that will lead us?
Hope to see you there.
Confused and lost faults found both of us persisting and resisting common ground
Ringing phone insisting action let it go to message bank
Shoeless prints on the beach tidal shells crunch under my feet rocky outcrop becomes my seat feelings awash with so many corners round and round confusion seeps along its borders my emotions rise and wane up and down I’m to blame
Cowardice coated words left my lips carefully framed to hide my shame
like guardrails they protect my lies wave after wave washes over my despair leaving me questioning my humanity
Returning home alone in my bedsit mobile phone within reach to ashamed to play your message delete sleep awake eat taking my time to frame my reply I decide To walk away With no regrets
We’ve been framed
We’ve been framed To believe that which isn’t
Carefully created To deceive and fool
To lean and rely on A dependency tool
A backdrop of lies Now the framework of life
A well-constructed piece With four sides to direct our eyes
Setting boundaries of existence To contain the pictures
That in time is our reality No sense of duality
Or curiosity of what lies beyond the frame Eyes reliant on the vision constrained
And ignoring the whole The world outside
Or the truth That sits just beside
Frameless Is there such a thing
No colour texture style To bring
Just as it is for what it is Nothing to confine
A way of living So Devine
A way to shine To feel sublime
Like an ocean No wall to hide behind
Free thinking and flow No frame of mind, just open to grow
Can we? When we keep looking to contain Our brain To control and refrain
It’s such a shame, That more and more, We have come to adore our frames
TLaB 27th June 202
What is in the frame Is the name of the game This might sound lame It is a claim That I blame On the flame Of the life that came
It is not the same As the feeling of shame Because I played the game Seeking fame
I realise that I need to tame This addictive aim And reclaim My true self in life’s universal frame
We’ve been framed
Behind the face, the structure of being You’re in control of the day Strength, happiness, or despair So many choices, they’re all there
If the knees grow weak, look for strength To repair the structure of self You are but one to plan the day How powerful to feel that way
Feeling happy, sad or blue Options entirely up to you Whatever the solution to run the day It’s your decision, come what mayNo matter what one thinks It’s your choice, your day One shot is all you get The frame of the mind, the frame of self