Ways and Meanings

Love is not easy
In this alien world fraught
With pain, but Love is…
And through trials, troubles, heartaches –
Whatever comes, LOVE remains.

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She gave her heart to
A worried man who never
Learned to hold her dear;
So found herself in the plight
Of a raveled rope, loose ends.

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6 Word Poem

Getting going, slow to start out.

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What our pets don’t know,
As much as we care for them
They nurture us, too.

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I have been extremely busy with chores. I took off two Explorer loads of trash and recyclables. I also had to overhaul the Kirby, new belt, new bag, and clean the roller brush. I have a lot to do tomorrow too, so I am making this entry short.

I hope you all have a great weekend. Enjoy!

As a prompt, when you are tired and want sleep, but have difficulty, take a pen and paper to write what is consuming your mind. You might find a surprise.

Take care, and God Bless You!

During Dark Hours

Going, going on,
Going, where are you going?
Can I go along?
Can I, with you, pretty please?
Going, going, don’t leave me.

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We read they were good
People, full of love and free
But they are all gone,
Seems another version of
People live where they used to be.

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2020 sees
Us, we are coping it knows –
What it plans, unknown.

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Poetry is hard
For AIs, grammar checkers,
Or maybe I am
More difficult than I ought
Be, I ignore some changes.

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Never give up, don’t
Stay on the ground once knocked down,
Keep climbing, reaching,
You are able, capable,
Be who you are when you dream.

Breaking Blocks

I cannot do it –
No writing today, no way,
There is emptiness
Where words usually stay,
I am a void, avoided.

The blockage, or drain,
Ruins my fingers, my brain,
Mushy like rubish
Heaped up, creation abstains,
Poetry, write it, insane.

Push the envelope,
Cover the paper, pages,
Somehow, I will, must,
Even if writing about
Stoppage is all I am able.

The gift fallible,
The commitment unstable,
Still the only way
To reach the long distant goal,
Be faithful to purpose, will.

As a prompt, if you are blocked or just need a subject, create something about being unable to work. It always seems to work for me.

Loot

I have been remiss. My dear friend, Sara, sent me these, along with a note that encouraged me to return to Facebook.

I have some of the dearest friends. We hold each other, long distance so we can stand in the fiercest winds.

Thank you, Sara. Love to you.

Snaps

From mist, a riot,
An explosion of color;
Life, sudden focus.

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A rope smack smacking
In rhythm to twisting hands,
Feet jump, slap pavement.

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The water was warm
Dusty olive magic, see,
I could from in it
Rise upon a ski, letting
Go a world unclear to me.
I sang to water
Air, ski, knowing my safety
How free then was I
From any hearing, judging,
Me, able to be once, free.

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As a prompt, memory is a marvelous tool. Look back and remember, create from out of what used to be. You can go to yesterday, or your distant past.

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I hope you have a great week.