Fashion

It is life, mundane,
Being fitted over her,
Like she is the shine
When truth must concede that we
Are the main attraction, stars.
The color of life
We share it in helping style,
The jeans, shorts, shirts,
We present her to the world,
Charming, disarming, oui, oui.
A dress, dressing up
What they compliment, extreme,
We clothes do perform
With the boldest statements, grace,
Then cast aside, shame her pride.
When she dotes, and preens,
It is the magic we bring
How fashion delights,
No figure, no notice, is
Such we lack miracle dreams.

I am doing laundry and laundry. I tried a persona poem. After fighting with tangles, I needed to say something.

Recall

When foundations shake
When the sky begins to pale
When fear makes us quake,
Suddenly we realize
We looked away, ah surprise.
The Son will call us,
Refocus our attention
Back to His matters
As tears leave us with splatters,
Jesus pulls souls from tatters.
What we wish, desire,
He gives us better attire,
For we all belong
The Lord does not forsake us,
Holds us, gives plenty of time.
Salvation shines on
Lighting everything inside
So we outer glow,
Gravitating toward Christ
Throughout moments of lifetimes
Given victorious smiles, saved
For us, though, we drifted away.

2020.06.15 Spaces

Muses

I tend to surround myself with objects that pique my imagination. Recently, I moved this magnificent unicorn to my writing space. He had long been consigned to my bedroom and an end table in the common area.

The little shell animals belonged to Mom. They tend to entice my whimsy.

I hope you have things that spark your creativity. Sometimes it is challenging to evince imagination, and we need every significant influence we can call to our aid.

Thankful Thursday

Indebted

Be grateful for all
You have, all there is, in all
Times, every season.
You are truly blessed,
Gratitude opens the doors
For abundance to flood
Toward you, profusely.
Make gratefulness
Your magnificent mission,
Your constant prayer.

Gratitude List
I am thankful:

1. Alex called.

2. Reba called.

3. Books to read.

4. Music.

5. Wookie.

6. Tribble.

7. Internet.

8. Writing.

9. Editing.

10. Devices
and friends.

Spaces and Joins

2020.06.15 Spaces edited

Sometimes I think I am lucky
Others I think I am cursed
Mostly I have learned life
Has its reasons and is unrehearsed.
Between the cradle and the casket
There are many deeds to be done
Some bring rainbow happiness
Some such putrid odor to be shunned.
I find the spaces in the letters
Have gifts to convey if I attune
To the loving things they say
For in them is life even as it is played.
Often I am found outside the lines
Running down highways without any signs
My eyes only gather what appears
In the limited bubble illuminated
Of the space, the dim light skims
Running toward empty with
Indefinite plans that cannot
Be realized before slipping, sliding,
Through my ink-stained hands.
Unable to capture the lines before
The present decides it has other demands
Curtailing the games with fans in the stands
No one the winner, the losers dispersed,
All I have in the markets disbursed.
The sun rising cream, pallid, hazed
Life seeming a reckoning daze, but
I know, LOVE is in the spaces and joins
Where we hold one another
Turning ourselves into better
Than we imagine we will be
Because of the nectar, the treasure,
The overriding dream we still believe
Can be ours forever, living all
We create out of hope and need.

Sometimes the thoughts ferment and foment things not initially thought. I had the spaces between letters, love, and then this came like a tsunami. I can always be schooled.