Late Night Alight

Hope to Give

I want to take you
To all the places you have
Never guessed or known,
Show you all the magic of
The simplest “I don’t know,”
Teach you how to find yourself
In the universe of love
Which pure passion has imparted.
Take your hand and lead you
To places happiness never departed,
Encourage you to live again without
The sting of being continuously haunted.
Everyone deserves a current love without fail,
Forever is not a crazy imaginary fairytale –
It can be coaxed, drawn, made wholesale.

Implications Poetical

It is tough to be a poet –
Subject to blame, complaints,
And yet, hard it is not,
Because poets have everything:
Hate, love; form, free; evil, good;
Lovely, ugly; all the words from
Every age, language, in attendance –
Dancing in creativity blessed brains
Ready to make entrance and appear
Marching lines upon the pristine page.
Do not lament the dejected lot
Of one whose choice is to be a poet
For a more nuanced definition can not
Come to pass than such blessed
Omen as to claim the identity
Of a writer of poetry.

As a prompt, explore your creative outlet, do work that gives insight into its benefits and hazards. Share or not, as you like.

What can you do to incite your productivity? Consider doing this.

Gratitude List

I am thankful:

Service at Ford fixed my Check Engine Light so it could pass emissions.
I carried twenty bags of cans to the dumpster a ways away.
I got the Explorer’s emissions done.
I managed to finally navigate the tax site so tags are paid.
I have been extremely productive in my creative output lately.

The Well Is Deep

Feed and Upkeep: The well within, where creativity and imagination reside, relies on consistent and varied tasks to maintain function and outpour.

Reading most any material will do. I have a love of novels, instructional volumes, Bibles, reference tomes. Still, poetry books, magazines, newspapers, biographies, old, outdated texts, and anything else that comes within my reach are beloved.

Music lifts my spirits and stitches up the tears that plague my soul. Without lyric, melody, and harmony, life would be dark and dull. I listen to virtually anything. I am always finding new favorites that tweak my ears.

Pens are an unquenchable delight. Switching to a different one can somehow spur an unusual stream of thought, freed from wherever it took flight.

Art supplies can move me to discover parts of me for which I never knew there existed a need.

Cards, journals, paper somehow seem full of beauties I search for when I am distracted. I often find a binding peace in words that flow like honey from the interiors I did not know were waiting.

Time with Tribble and Wookie, my extraordinary dogs, grounds me and helps relax my hyperactivity.

Driving can be a journey into spaces between my heartbeats. The heart of me responds to the motion and the emotion of the music that usually plays.

I have to be cautious, for funds are few, but shopping with the beauty of acquisition and variety of choice bubbles the well.

Costuming within the wardrobe I chose also has a pleasure that suits me.

I am highly productive with creativity, so I slake my thirst at the well continually. No one can build without quality materials. Taking time to restore our power is an essential portion of the creative function. I hope maybe you found some ideas. May you always find what you require before you come to know your need.

What do you do to fill your well, or do you have other words for it? Can you increase your inflow so you have more product?

Do you have persons who encourage and inspire you to the point the well is filled?

Does conversation carry you to new constellations where you find true being?

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.