Gifts We Cannot Buy

The quiet of home when we
Return from wrestling lions all day.
The satisfaction of writing letters,
Poems, songs for loved ones.
The taste of a meal carefully
Prepared with helpings of love.
A comfortable chair, bright light,
Books we are longing to read.
Songs we never realized existed
But for which we find a soul hunger.
A dog, cat, lizard, goat, cow, whoever
Comes snuggles up, revealing devotion.
Stolen hours when hearts, souls
Are permitted freedom to dance art.
Picking up a crying child, watching
As eyes go wide, kissed by a smile.
The sweet hug of those treasured
Who we raised despite everything.
Traveling to a far-off wonderland,
Returning to a space of belonging.
Knowing, growing with screen friends,
Finally, meeting with hugs, face to face.
Sunshine after a bleak succession
Of wickedly dark, sad stormy days.
The alabaster moon coming from behind
Clouds, in time for a sweetheart kiss.
Setting aside specific times to find those
Moments to sincerely pray to the Lord.
Laying down, fed, safe, warm, beneath
Covers, falling into deep refreshing sleep.
Awaking to a day full of opportunity,
Possibility, without doubt, we are loved.
Living in a blessed place where each one
Can achieve hopes, dreams, and success.

Be New

The past is a melody,
No longer known;
The words are gone
Lost in yesterdays.
The love carried
Lives within fond hearts,
But pains have no part,
In future choices made.
Free to be today
Who exists this moment;
No living in fear, shame
Of the hurt, mistakes before.
The gift of creativity
Changes the things
Learned through faith
Into treasures carried on.
Love builds up beauty,
More than ever dreamed,
Freeing hearts to reach
Sudden aspirations and truths.
The broken, stolen things
Fade away as strengths gain
Each, every day, in all ways.
Better than before,
The best is wholly possible,
Because the things ended
Were in depths laid to rest,
Forward, pass, conquer the test.
The past is a song
Others may continue
But it no longer defines
Who a person becomes.

Haiku
The taste of what may
Come to be, draws the farmer –
To plant, tend, the seed.

Prompt: If you write in the personal particular, take one of those works and turn it global, so it applies to others.

Thankfulness:
Today was a mostly quiet day.
I found a new channel on YouTube Music.
Chocolate.
I woke from my horrid dream and finally calmed down.
Pizza.

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Add Lift

Once I cleared my head,
My heart began singing love,
Grateful for all things.

Lift

No consequence without
Acting to lift the package,
The heart
A crane building homes
Within lanes of thought,
Given encouragement,
Inspiration,
To grasp creativity
With every part.
Daring to grow higher,
Stronger,
Beyond each chain, pain,
Locking cages of timidity.
Now prepared to bolt
Like a Mustang who owns
The land touched by
The free pounding wildness
Of hooves
Never shod, trampling
Dust into golden clouds
Shining like a priceless
Opportunity,
To be the one who leads
From laments to choruses
Of elation
Bringing all toward elevation
Where the carefully crated
Surprise is unbound, revealing
Love
To all who are knowingly
Seeking to encompass
More, abound.

Prompt: Amid Winter’s chilling cold, add imagery that evokes a time of warmth to your creation.

Gratitude is Priceless:
Being invited to Richard’s and spending time with him.
Energy drinks.
Diet Cokes.
Medication.
This.

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As you go through your days, I hope you find delights that thrill your soul. Life is a banquet we should come into with excitement. Be well, be blessed.

Love, Just Something Like

I sit at his side
Listening attentively,
Learning as we go,
Not what is thought, how we are,
Friends, even a wee bit more.
Knowing the pieces
Covered, before other worlds,
Holding such secrets
As might be misunderstood
If bared in the public square.
Not ordinary,
But nothing needs explaining;
The music continues
Spinning out careful magic
Who we are, we want to be.
Dreams become unreal
Still fulfilling unknown tastes,
Sorting out the problems, mess,
In time to leave the distress.
We cannot claim us
Yet, there is evident a bond,
Sweeter than loneliness,
A connection made in time
Outside the usual design.
Hope flutters tattered
Wings attempting beauty, flight,
A word soft-spoken
Is wind enough to lift dreams
Into possibility –
Knowing time the remedy,
Clarity, to foster focus
Bring all things together – alight.

Prompt:
Observe your emotional temperament, look at what is present in your life, do they agree? Create something that exhibits your findings.

Thankful Today:
When I woke up, it was 51 degrees in the house; I ran the logs, it is now 64 degrees.
I walked over 20,000 steps.
A tremendous variety of music is available for my listening enjoyment.
Chicken.
Chocolate.

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So It Is

The trees are now bare
Branches like fingers pointing
Out the emptiness
Of a sky bleached free without
Any pigment, adding soul.
Still in hallowed halls
Voices state more exists here
Than unreasoning fate,
Life is meant in love, faith, real
Enough to cite deep fortunes.
Us, never alone
Though feeling nothing describes
Our hearts time betwixt
One moment in company
Or darkness in hours apart.
A well of sky swells
Incomplete, because though there,
Stars cannot be seen,
Sun-drenched heavens obscure all
That remains, always being.
We, expecting more,
Find, however, hard we look
Somehow we are blind
Because experience steals
Our senses toward what we feel.
Even names in our dreams
Though given, known, lived – disperse
Into fog forgot
When eyes are closed, we are not,
But feelings of urgency.
On the ground, brown grass
Waits the awakening brought
By calendar turns
Where warmth swift begins, returns,
Like embraces of one beloved.

Prompt:
Words are love, life, the making of reality. Explore using creativity to express things you wish to see but hardly know. See how far you can stretch belief.

Gratitude:
I had a wonderful lunch with Richard.
I returned home.
Wookie had not wholly destroyed things, though she made inroads toward it.
Music, singing, dance.
Strawberry Crème Cheese Danishes.

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