Out of the Wild

In our hands only
Time, these hours, given to spend
We together un-
Lonely, choosing moments now
Will destiny freely allow
These feelings a root?
Life substance to flourish like
A flower, wild, fair
Under a forever sky
Untended, cultivated
By nature’s duty,
A generation of fate
Rising destiny
Becoming, flowing toward
The greatness of love for all.

I am writing away from home this evening, but the music seemed to create a need to get this down.

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May life visit you with your fondest dreams, and may you never be persuaded to give up on the best of everything.

Gamble Wisely

Life is a gamble
No one knows the rules of play;
LOVE one another:
Give yourself, your heart away,
Be a treasure on your way.
Soothe the many hurting
Encourage those needing hope
Speak kindly with the lonely,
Gamble your LOVE with nary
An expectation of its return.
Ever the more LOVE wagered
Marvelous the chance you may,
Discover what is freely spent
Finds its way to later fill
You when unforeseen happiness
Rises from nowhere to meet you.
If you would your life
More splendidly spend, gamble
On many people
But hold closer and befriend
Those who remember
Loving one another
Is the capital to increase.

LOVE one another,
The beauty of it will
Never cease.

For-Ever

A single moment
Given us an eternal
Part, portion of time,
Revealed nuanced majesty,
We only free passing breaths
Catching, capturing
Whatever treasures loving
Deposits for our
Edification, swiftly
Shining creativity
To illuminate
Lives where imagination
Must most nurtured be,
To foster change occurring
Wrought to build a better world.
Every beating heart
Each wondering mind wanders
Into the presence
Of the rare lovely present
Setting all aglow.
Eternity measures reality
LOVE’s duality greater grows,
Time, a perdurable minute
Yet everlasting overflow.

Subject to Lift

There grew a simple garden
Under nature’s wholesome care
Time was given plenty to nurture
The various elements well and fair.
Features grew as were expected
Coming beneath moon and sun of age
The seasons arriving in the turn
Of many a numbered page.
Though seldom, laughter danced
For those finest fairest moments;
Tears wrought lines with depth
To fruit character slowly granted
In the structure of a malleable face.
Love became a staff of life
A giving of God’s sweet grace,
Every day brings in passing
An emerging opportunity
Where knowledge can be
Harvested, settling in the deepness
Comprehended passionately,
Becoming fruit, a person soulfully.

This poem is in answer to Prompted Positive Poetry’s prompt, “Fruit.” If you were to see the draft I wrote in the notebook, you might be tempted to ask, “What the __________ happened?” It is unusual for something to morph like this did. I enjoyed the challenge.

Reconstruct

They told us we should
Be content with whatever
Life chose to give us,
But we find there is a bit
Of us that wants for ourselves,
Sometimes we make things happen
Or set them along their way
For love and creativity
Are tools we have in play,
To help the world be kinder
And our minds resource creativity
All we are we give when we can away.
Some cannot understand how
We can be content with this
Because we may not chase those
Things they rule of importance
But love has its requirements
As does creativity and to some
Those are less significant,
Whereas they are life to us.