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.
The heart within me Beating with the light of love, Though left all alone, To face the fear, carry through, Be much more than I can do. Holed up, held at bay Unable to face another day; Yet, I hide the pain, Lift myself from covers warm Heed the day, for I was born Not to quail in storm To engage my plight over Adversity prevail In terror’s coffin, place nails Somehow grasp strength, overcome. In a voice drawn from Heroes of the distant past Firmly standing now, I become a dignified need, To in this moment, succeed. Still, the sword maintains Its vigil over my life At any time, can Fall, but I shall have faith, grace Freely given, shall keep me safe. The heart within me Beating with the light of love, Though left all alone, To face the fear, carry through, Be much more than I can do.
2020 is almost over. It is a year most of us are glad to transition from into a new year. Many of us have suffered extreme losses. The coronavirus put a pall over much of our normality. Death and loss have become daily companions.
There are reasons to hope that 2021 will bring more healthful and prosperous times. There are vaccines for the virus which will become available for many in the coming months. As there are more travel and commerce, the economy should recover.
As we advance, new and better habits will improve lives. Writing every day gives an outlet for dreams, goals, and practices. Journaling develops voice and facility with language. Creation in the visual arts can teach patience and process.
Calm and quiet help deal with chaos and discomfort. Reading is an excellent learning tool and enjoyable entertainment. Seeing characters deal with adversity can facilitate hope.
On a personal note: I am beginning a new journal and closing the book on 2020. There have been bad and good, but I am spending this evening with Richard, who is very dear. We became close during this year of extremes.
I hope all of you celebrate this thing called life because it, today, are what is given to us. Find someone or something you love and give yourself to it. Being happy is a right, and love is a reason.
Ring out 2020, bring on 2021. May the coming days be a blessing for all of us.
I think I will be carrying on my Creativity Project for another year. Do you have a 365?
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The pleasant Autumn Is turned to mean exclusions Of clouded Winter, Ebon ravens take to air, Love may languish, vanish there. Costliest of days When time slows in dreamless sleep, Moments like thick soup Mire us, one – forever – all, Discordant voices, loud, call. Faces of comfort Covered in veils kin to fog, Starlight gleaming eyes No longer lit from within, Payment price for frigid loss. Relentless saunters Hope in allure to parade Reminding one, all, Better days return, arrive, Together again arise.