The ever Beautiful Miss Wookie has wondrous monstrous designs on 2022! She and I wish you worlds of blessings in the New Year!
There is a pause to Breathe before hurry begins, Listen to the wind; Restless relentless beating Of a heart, like waves breaking.
A lot has been, but focusing behind can be a liability. This year beckons in a new gown with a bright face, crowned without tarnish. Embracing new endeavors with hope, joy, and wonder can allow opportunity and possibility. Adventure exists; seeking it is the challenge.
This is post one of 365 days. Join me here, at the inception, and we will go wherever the leading takes us.
Gratitude List I am Thankful:
1. Holidays were spent with family. 2. My son and I remain close. 3. I have friends on whom I can depend for support. 4. I have creative avenues in which to invest. 5. I am still standing, despite it all, still standing. Onward, heed the call.
Survey the past, let anything negative go best you can, or at least for the moment. Imagine what you want the future to be and create from there. Should there be goals you are ready to hold, enumerate those if you wish.
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You stole my heart Without any reason, But an opportune appearance On an ordinary evening – When loneliness was Breaking life wide open, Threatening a rain of tears.
The vacancy sign was faded, The chambers needing airing, Webbing in the corners Where light lost definition Could be poorly assessed.
You sauntered in With a smile so clearly meant – It swept what lingered Out and renewed confidence In pristine style and I was Only left speechless with no Inkling of love going wild, How it could fill our days With the pleasant haze Of sweet romance given A windfall chance making Life a dance of wonder No matter where we wander.
Every rock feels like a wall Weighted on the edges fit To gloss right over Enjambment holding words, lines Together sentenced inside The poem, river stones Smoothed yet separated like Those who secrets keep Under mounds stacked much Higher than maybe any desire.
Constant, no buyer For the passions readily Acquired under siege Of rolling onslaught, bolder Than before romance tendered.
The song, melodious surrender, Now love, revoke the walls built On forgotten dreams Turn to see what such fascination Means as inspiration – flames – Creativity, freedom inclination, No mystery tearing down Careful barriers Constructed to prohibit feral Growth as if nothing is enough.
Love is no stone though One might throw, causing ripples On the surface, it seems time Is only these shared moments, All other becomes deprivation extreme, A heart can be open Or remain as hard as a stone; The bedrock alone Challenged with an anomalous difference Which may be given and shown, Love is and becomes the soul’s true home.
The sky begins to grin Laughter in breezes licking Blooms, buds, emerging all over, Birds try Mozart on the wing Welcoming the joys of Spring. Lawnmowers come out of Their retirement finding They can roar and slash Again, demolish growth and grass; The turning wheel of time Season to season leaving, Joining creation in multiplication. Children beg for outside time Adults encourage homework Completed, then recreation; Grills abandon covers, gathering Fuel, beginning a slow-burn – Coaxing the best of flavors Out of all types of meat. Sandals, shorts, sundresses In dizzying colors appear Draping girls, women everywhere. Boys, men put aside much hiding For muscles viewed in shorts, tanks Enjoying nature’s fabulous celebration. Maybe time, even with its imperfections Hollers out opportune possibilities As LOVE makes its many advances.