I want to know you, I need to trace the lines, truth, You Speak to my heart Those things which without you would Detonate, exploding life. In your eyes, time, Space, With gentleness reflect Your forbearance for everything. The syllables said Reverberate Like snares, tones, Escorting me to locales Wherein I belong. Lightning sparkles in Assurances you choose, share, Attempting to Arouse A sense of caring in ones Who approach living without Being fully engaged In Creativity, imagination, love. Whose lives divorce emotion From the force Of all the richness Contained In brief moments, that carry Strange variables fit to alter each Experience, changing the game.
If you only change the color of The blankets worn without Reforming the creature Beneath, your actions are Futile.
I stand watching, Tears in my eyes. I cannot, No, cannot, Tell you goodbye.
The child becomes The one who Believes enough To keep the parents Forever real.
When people ask difficult Questions, I imagine them marooned Without clothes on, In a swamp.
I need enough to Bring me back to life, survive, Living on my own.
It was there, along With the music bringing us Into who we are.
Prompt What is it getting under your skin or upside you? Create something that expresses the dissonance of the time. Let your imagination fill in the blanks that you cannot maintain rationally.
Making Gratitude My Way (I am producing these gratitude lists to keep me mindful of the wondrous things in life, even amid daily setbacks and sufferings.) Alex made it safely back to his new home. I finished Silence by Don Dellio. Alex found his cat, Gobi, both times she was lost. My creativity seems to have multiplied. I edit, read, write in ways that enlighten me.
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What if the promise Is not real, just another Raw deal, a failure? Waking up is complicated – Because things get smashed, broken, But when it is done There comes a welcome clarity; Reject what does not Serve, let compassion step up, Guide us each into what is.
The furrows inscribed Upon a person’s brow, tell Life stories somehow, Mention of the romantic Days, or loving gone astray. Beauty, it may not Seem, but experience gleaned Spends like precious coin When shared with those who follow Trying to avoid sorrow. We would not grow old, Having minds and strength slip past, Leaving us each day, A little frail, gaunt, less bright, As fading wildflowers tend. However, it is A gift seeing this time, fine, Victory, we stayed For the path was riddled With mines set to hinder ways. The lines resonate Each one proclaims a weight, debt, Bow to circumstance, Paid in hours spent, smiles, tears wept, Joy retained, love created.
Prompt Though we are more than numbers piling up, sometimes it is apt to reflect upon life seasons. Create something that tells the tale of days spent in verse, prose, drawing, painting, sculpture – whatever fits your gifted fancy.
Today I Am Thankful Alex and I went to Dairy Queen. Alex found Maui when he was lost. My muse took me out to see the view. I reminded Alex to get hand-trucks. I use Moleskine notebooks and pleasurable pens.
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