In Case of Emergency

Running around with
Ideas caroming inside
A mind, heart, alive,
Wild with creativity
Just outside reality.

Doggie Dreams

It was a day
To
Rebound from being
In lockdown,
A day
Maybe
To run far and fast
Away,
Hope thought so
Anyway.
As she walked out
The door she leapt
Forward
Pulling against restraints
Of her leash thinking
Perhaps this once her human
Would let go,
Praying doggie prayers
For freedom though
She knew nowhere else,
She
Would rather be.
It did not work,
It never did,
Hope had tried
A thousand times
Before.
So, she prayed for treats,
Toys and petting from
Her human
And tossed her tail
In the breeze
Like
The beauty she
Was convinced
She was made to be.

A light tribute to my sweet Hope baby.

Repurposed

He was sitting on
The curb
Along with the weekly
Bins of trash.
Why? I wondered,
Who put
Him there, under
The sweltering
Sun? Yet,
I was afraid to ask.
I leave the business
Of others,
As much as I can,
To them, alone.
However,
His smile seemed
A mystery, asking
Much of
Me and his eyes
Blazed an uncanny blue.
He spoke
Well and was inclined
To be my friend;
I guess
Those and others are
Reasons how I came
Now, ever,
To have a presence
In my home
To whom I may never
Ascertain who once
Did belong.

Bespoke

Moments forever
Cradled in your loving arms
Finding myself once,
Always, when I become lost –
In the music of your touch.
Where you lead me is
Impossible without you
Are here, ever near
Guiding me an endless tour
Covering time, space, every-sphere.
We are met and meant
A promise set long ago
When eternity
Cast plans of all futures to
Come within hours of being.
I may write our rhyme,
But you are each word, making
All the sentences
Together, perfect, meaning,
Heartbeat, pulse, breath, giving voice.
I could never turn
Walk away because you are
Written on every
Exterior, interior part
Who I was, am, will soon be.

As a prompt, what is your dream? The one that keeps you going when the pain is too intense and giving up seems a plausible option. Create something which celebrates that base level of who you are and who you intend to become. If it seems just too hard, do it anyway. You are not here for mediocrity; you are here to fulfill a purpose, a purpose only you can discern.

Rumbles

When I think
About
Tomorrow
I hope that you
Are there
So we can
Together borrow
All the time, we share
Allowing little sorrow
In our lives, times,
To come near.

Sometimes who you are
Is precisely what the world
Needs to wake up love.

The plans made in time
Became a sheer dreamy kind
Of true written rhyme.

For this moment,
Yours and mine
Become together
Fused, entwined,
Defying fate,
We relate.

I probably fell
Into you much harder than
Ever I should have,
But you are a gift unwrapped,
In the middle of my storm.
Holding fast your hand
I face my days in rescue
From the wind and rain,
Constant change that tries to turn
Life inside-out, upside-down.
You spin me top-like
But only intoxicate
Me in the feelings
Arising when you are near
When you show your tender care.

All these are separate but related. Sometimes times things come to me in fragments.

As a prompt, create several interrelated works. Let an emotion, idea, style, reason join them even loosely.