Haiku

Turning all around
The answer growing clearer:
A leaf on the vine.

Kindness Ink

I have problems with fountain pens, but they are a challenge, so you know, I adore them. This is a Moonman M2. The ink is from the Monteverde Emotions line and is called Kindness.

If we all wrote with Kindness ink, what would the world become? Something other, I am guessing. I love the color. I shall endeavor to live up to the name.

Whet An Appetite

No one tells the rain
When or where it may occur
We have so little
Control though we want it all –
To bear us loving and true
Is the earnest service we do
For much is beyond our reach
We have only faith and prayer
To approach God for His care.

Love is no free-throw
Constitution, strength, will,
Dexterity, charisma,
All measured in the balance
And every roll can damage.
Creativity, imagination,
Lights love with passion, purpose,
But day to day may with
Worry douse the vigorous flame,
Delight much must kindle again.

Yesterday cannot
Touch today’s incandescent
Beauty in your eyes
The world has opened anew
Blooming with love found in view.

Love’s flames hungrily
Fire the passion and the blood,
Make need understood.

It’s a Guess…

Sometimes I come to this thing I do every day and I am lost without any discernible way. I would welcome most any idea from anywhere, but I am left to my devices. So this is what you get today. I sort of like it, even if I had no inkling what it would be. I just play, like the kid I used to be.

I hope your creativity graces you with gifts that delight you. Smiles can be hard to come by, but love will always find a way. Keep plodding, there are great things to come, you just have to continue on.

Plying Forms

The broken bottle
Lying in an amber spill,
The stools toppled like
Memories of a cherished past;
Who were we, thinking love lasts?

The music was such,
Bright magic in which we could play,
Until we forgot
We were only mortal too,
Disassociating us.

I said, “I love you,”
Because I have, always will.
You answered, “I know,”
And that is the reason, dear,
We were never together.

In the eaves lie leaves
Scattered, plastered like these dreams
Only echoing;
Waste to be driven away
Discarded on barren ground.

Sometimes I write us like a new thing as if we shine diamond bright. In reality, we were the stolen pleasure of a season, a forever consisting of only a few love drunk nights. The dust, rust, tarnish gather as the moments further recede into the emptiness of history.

I have hidden all
There remains of my power
But more battles come;
I will not whimper, beaten,
I shall don my armor, sword.

Walking toward what
Defines this deviant hour,
Ready to exclaim,
“The past fades into distance,
Our present embraces a change.”

Your touch sends ripples,
Sensation through my body,
After so long, much.