Plight

A hug, we share, sweet
But it has been many weeks
And alone can be
Often insecure with doubt –
Returned feelings hold much clout.

Many things in common,
But time steals away being
Filled with days’ duty
Robbing us of our moments,
Hours together sincere joys.

Gifts of comfort, care,
Found in companionship here,
But time hurries past –
What we own a beautiful
Interlude – hearts, minds to soothe.

Garden

Paradise with all
Its beauty and wholesome grace
Inscribed on faces
Which evoke love within hearts
Of those become enamored.

When expelled from space
Holding beauty worth lifetimes
The world is sudden
Cold and bleak without joy, peace,
Life, talk, walk are a prison.

To depths glacieral
Body, heart, mind, soul, all plunge
With little hope, thought.
Paradise might again arise,
In another’s arms, clear eyes.

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Love is an ocean
Carving the shore
Depositing rich gifts
Of beauty, treasure galore.

Add Words, Meaning

There is no life in
Blank pages of notebooks, journals,
But every one waits
However much time it takes
Genuine pleasure to demonstrate.
Willing to become
The ground for thought come alive
Words creating characters, lives, worlds
Reaching the sources which hide,
Calling to each who survives.
What comes, part unknown
The flow of something of its own
To speed a heart, mind,
Make sadness flee, happiness
A sentence given, defined.
Reckoned disposable
Things said without contemplation
Wreck havoc, devastation
More care, kindness, love
Universal reconciliation.

Prompt: Define why you believe creativity is crucial, either in words or visually.

Gratitude:
Books newly begun.
Feeling better this evening.
A phone call last night.
Knowing joy can be experienced even when happiness is not possible.
Learning new things.

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For A Day

There are many things
We choose not to think, recall,
Because we cannot
Handle all the vicious pain,
But sometimes, we dare not refrain.
Often memories
Dazzle us like bright stage lights
And we remember
Wishes that bought our futures,
Curses that destroyed our pasts.
We stand open-armed
On the island of today,
With tomorrow’s fears,
The lost promises of yesterday;
Holding steadfast hope and love.
The crystal tears shed
Today, not only for this
But unknowns, injuries,
For which there are no repairs;
Still believing possibilities.
We, hold out for love, today,
Beguiled by dreams of promise
Even as the evidence
Renders it a magic of the lucky
The blessed, ah, but glorious bliss.

Prompt: Create a page or more of freed work. Go over it and develop something.

Gratitude:
The rain.
Coats.
Cups.
Trash bags.
Freedom.

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Make It Yours

Whatever is stopping you
Remember days slip by
Like a doubtful sunrise
Glimpsed through curtains
Of cold cheerless rain.
Nothing waits forever,
If you have fantastic dreams
Do not let them fade away,
Build your chateau, sing your
Melodies, forgive the sorrows.
Say, “I LOVE YOU,” each chance
You may because hearts are fragile;
Time wings away like an eagle,
There is no turning clocks back
To bring moments past, alive.
Everyone is mortal, no getting
To life’s end, continuing to survive,
So, celebrate all the notable dates
Drink your refreshing libations,
Indulge in beautiful cake, ice cream.
If you can assist another –
Do it while you are able –
Aware time whimsically turns tables,
Generosity, kind words are actively
Loving the world God gave you.
Do not lose the blessings
Of fulfilling your purpose, reason,
Through perfectionism, procrastination,
Failures, mistakes are invaluable teachers
Improving facets, strengths of yours.
Seconds only come to you once
Do what you can when time is meet
It is no good leaving needful things
Until the arrival of tomorrow;
Nothing happens within the grave.

I only had a version of the final line to begin and wanted to build around the idea of how precious a lifetime is. We have one shot. Not knowing when the fuel will run out, we must accomplish all there is for us while there is energy.

Prompt: Take a truthful line, but perhaps uncouth, create something around it that is, if not beautiful, at least good.

Gratitude:
The weather has been warmer.
I have great books to entertain me.
Creative ideas are flowing.
My journal.
My dogs.

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