Whilst Sighing

The sun – becomes, above Earth,
Day begins, continues, ends –
As the black of night zips
Over what was, is, can be.
The unchosen, never free,
Caught in fertile beds of futility
Given fulgurant gifts all gladly
Forsaken for opportune normality.
The pain of difference assures
No one, not even those beloved,
Who try, can abide the dysfunction
In every shared moment, evinced.
The production frequent as dandelions
May appear effulgent and glistering,
Yet within mortality harbor shades
Of night, fervent prayer to be light.
They go, they go, whomever, no one
To claim, left desolate, alone –
A song echoes, a melody, tender,
Raising harmonies of incongruous hope.
As blood still flows and thought goes
There is, in essence, no doubt, no dying
Of reason, no treason fomented, to
Dispel the willing drive, Never Give Up!

It is Christmas Eve; I feel more like A Christmas Carol than Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. I hope the sum of your joy is more significant than my own.

I have an older friend struggling in a fight against Covid. If you would, say a prayer or send a thought for him.

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As a prompt, create something that shows the depth of your being, then finish with the direct opposite. You may achieve this in any media you aspire to use.

Christmas Eve has always been my celebration of the holiday. I was the kid who would not sleep waiting on presents under the tree. So I am trying to find a little heart and soul.

Wistful Attentions

In times like these, a little whimsy is necessary. Although getting this here was quite a trial. HP Scan Smart would not work, even after repeated tries. So, I downloaded something from MS. Voila.

My son, Alex, is with me currently. We are trying to rescue me from the house. I think we made a bit of progress.

I hope you are finding your holiday cheer. Even in Coronavirus times, there is much to appreciate. We are still here, you and I, and life with all its challenges is a marvelous thing.

When we listen to music, read a piquant line, share a hug, say hello, snuggle with a pet, look around and see all the things that enrich our lives, suddenly, we know we have reason to be. Even at a distance, we still have a connection to the lives of all humanity.

Please understand wherever, whoever you are, I wish you the very best that life has to offer. Love surrounds you, and you are marvelous. I will say with confidence; you are a miracle.

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God Bless You and Yours.

Round Ramble

How one goes about
Being mostly positive
For other’s pleasure;
But wallows deep in despair
Of themself is mystery.

It is rushing waves
Upon a marble shoreline
Where no hope abides
Of escaping the restless
Pull of moon, stars, tide, and time.

Reading what becomes,
Is, Might be, the difficult
Reason to purpose,
How life is met, advantage
Stark incredibility.

Blood poured on pages;
Giving others a meaning
To discover, make,
A pretty expanse of days
Infused with brilliant excellence.

Yet, shadow unknown
Haunting doubt, fear, lacking what
Is given away,
Because the self to others
Makes a deft sacrifice.

Cutting every day
A notch in the living thing
That is heart, spirit,
Returning with seeping wounds,
Not fully mended, a mind.

One day only this
Ghost record will remain,
Reaching back to bring
Clarity indeed well tested;
Lacking creative mortal.

I hope you are well. We’ve only days to Christmas, and other holidays are underway or will soon follow. Take care of yourself and those you love. This year is a bit different for all of us, but we can handle it with grace.

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God bless you and yours.

Presents – Futures

Days and nights passing,
Dreams of presents, futures thought,
Highly suspect seem,
Because plans can go awry
Leaving us to wonder why.
In the movement of
The breeze the trees sing, their leaves,
Or branches gone bare,
There may be answers among
The voices set boldly free.
Whispers of hope, plans,
Filling space well enough
To guide through turmoil, lead
Into liberty,
Amass the treasure able
To make creation stable.
Longing for some simple sign
Showing one day the design
Imprinted so long ago
Will unleash patterns able,
To help everyone become such
As is wished, all loves may be.

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Trying The Drabble

Time is fundamental. It may be said, “Time governs the world, and especially the fortunes of humankind.”

However, time is a radical thing, capricious and mutable. It might propose futures bright and pleasurable but may deliver obstacles multifariously.

When Allen sat down on the floor of the house he had lived in for three years, he tried to sort out the confusion that plagued him. The moments sped as tears fell. The future, always held within his command, now came undone and became unknown. Depression took a shot at his psyche. Time, he knew, could be made, melded, or overcome.

A drabble is a story of 100 words. The above text is my first try. Generally, my stories are more verbose. Probably, I should take this further, but maybe or not. I have been reading short stories to acquaint myself with the form better.

As a prompt, write a drabble. If you like, toss me a link, and I will check it out.

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