This story of yours Does much good for everyone Who needing it comes.
What we remember Is the love, care, support we Find in another; Relationships matter much more Than all we acquire or do.
Sometimes what you name Things carries much less meaning, Than reality.
When the shadow falls A monster of bloody hands Seizing every plan Wresting hope from us, away, Injuring with cuts, deeply, Words rationed, kept back, No mending, wounds keep bleeding, Hidden depths, no light.
Living in real-time Is a challenge every day Minutes go astray, Even when trying these hours The current causes swift drift. Gauging the passage Is only possible with Instrumentation, Because wild passions engage Moments become variable.
These are my brand of haiku and tanka. I always have fun with counted syllables. Sometimes, the truth will take a chunk out of you when you work with these because being constrained seems to give the mind some ease with content.
Prompt: If you feel inclined, write some haiku and tanka of your own.
Gratitude: My appointment on Monday went exceptionally well. I am reading some great books. I went to Aldi and got some food. Having my little piece of real estate on the internet. I keep trying even when I am discouraged.
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Have an excellent downhill slide to the weekend. God bless and keep you always.
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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