Thoughts in Forms

Love is the magic
In everything we carry
Within our minds, souls,
It is out beyond control
Making us all we can be.
.
Staying up all night

Is much more enjoyable

In good company.

Love, like stars, is forged

Beyond any influence

We can ever guide.

Sometimes we must wait

Until the spectacular

Happens for our joy.

The dearest sweetest

Things in our lives cannot be

Measured by money.
.
Waiting forever
Then from nowhere, everywhere,
Sudden it arrives,
All recognizing it was
How, why, what, survival brought.
.
Inside, outside, time
It all drifts distant away
Here, there, everywhere
Not as we are, as we wish
Dreaming, creativity.
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I am grateful for friendship, creativity, reading, writing, love, life, everything, and everyone in life.

These are independent tanka and haiku. My doodle jottings. I hope all are doing well. I encourage you to exercise your creativity. Thank you for spending time with me. There is a follow button or come back when the notion hits you.

Gamble Wisely

Life is a gamble
No one knows the rules of play;
LOVE one another:
Give yourself, your heart away,
Be a treasure on your way.
Soothe the many hurting
Encourage those needing hope
Speak kindly with the lonely,
Gamble your LOVE with nary
An expectation of its return.
Ever the more LOVE wagered
Marvelous the chance you may,
Discover what is freely spent
Finds its way to later fill
You when unforeseen happiness
Rises from nowhere to meet you.
If you would your life
More splendidly spend, gamble
On many people
But hold closer and befriend
Those who remember
Loving one another
Is the capital to increase.

LOVE one another,
The beauty of it will
Never cease.

For-Ever

A single moment
Given us an eternal
Part, portion of time,
Revealed nuanced majesty,
We only free passing breaths
Catching, capturing
Whatever treasures loving
Deposits for our
Edification, swiftly
Shining creativity
To illuminate
Lives where imagination
Must most nurtured be,
To foster change occurring
Wrought to build a better world.
Every beating heart
Each wondering mind wanders
Into the presence
Of the rare lovely present
Setting all aglow.
Eternity measures reality
LOVE’s duality greater grows,
Time, a perdurable minute
Yet everlasting overflow.

Subject to Lift

There grew a simple garden
Under nature’s wholesome care
Time was given plenty to nurture
The various elements well and fair.
Features grew as were expected
Coming beneath moon and sun of age
The seasons arriving in the turn
Of many a numbered page.
Though seldom, laughter danced
For those finest fairest moments;
Tears wrought lines with depth
To fruit character slowly granted
In the structure of a malleable face.
Love became a staff of life
A giving of God’s sweet grace,
Every day brings in passing
An emerging opportunity
Where knowledge can be
Harvested, settling in the deepness
Comprehended passionately,
Becoming fruit, a person soulfully.

This poem is in answer to Prompted Positive Poetry’s prompt, “Fruit.” If you were to see the draft I wrote in the notebook, you might be tempted to ask, “What the __________ happened?” It is unusual for something to morph like this did. I enjoyed the challenge.

When It Comes Right

Like the rumors spoken
By those who little know us
Are things that stand witness
Against who we are to be,
Without knowledge, thought,
Commitment enough
To forestall our destiny.
Life has played hard to injure
Our confidence and rob us
Of the greater strength,
But we were born for this time
Nurtured on reality’s roughness
Embued with intellect and love.
Distant castles and vast waters
Call our hearts and minds
To reach what is not easily won
In days when those who hold
Hold high places chase nothing
But their profit and give
Our treasure carelessly away.
Love will not always allow
Injustice, it is a sweetness but
Bears an incisive sword.