Hold Tight

Put your arms around me,
Wrap me up snug and tight
And please don’t let go too soon.
My Love is yours
For –
Now –
Ever,
Just keep me here so long
As you can,
I will be yours,
You will be my man,
Nowhere else can I belong
Without we are
Together.
We can become all we
Understand Love is created
To be,
An infinity of purpose,
Fulfillment of longing,
Companionship unlike others,
Desire
Enough to set
The days and nights aflame,
A sharing of every potentiality
We can envision and devise,
Hold on, darling, to me,
Let us be.

If I did not know better, I might think I was In Love. Well, no, I am just a poet writing because Love is the poetic metier.

Ethereal

In times of disruption, distress, creativity can be a safety we exercise. A bit of visioneering fantasy visited earlier.

Living in the woods with trees, briars and brambles, pine straw and leaf ground cover, and wild creatures for the closest neighbors, it is sometimes surprising what one sees.

The peace and quiet are always surrounding here. In the Springtime, the songbirds return to fill the air with rousing melodies. Over recent days since the noise is reduced with us sequestered, the small sounds are magnified.

Walking around communing with nature, eyes wide open, ears alert, a heart seeking peace, there are times when the world becomes fascinating.

Stopping to look at a wildflower, the quiet broken by the clip of hooves touching the earth is rare here, indeed, but miracles happen when we can believe. A flash of white, bright as lightning, glimpsed as a creature mythical, came closer like a reassuring dream. Breath consumed by the beauty of his appearance, feet between, not daring to touch, but only observing.

Eyes meet in a time beyond time, great love and compassion are translated through his gaze. His horn shining golden bright, he nods his head.

Whispered, “Will all this be alright? Is there reason to hope?”

His head nods again, then he shifts, so his mane falls like a waterfall.

“There is so much pain, fear.”

He shakes his head, then lowers it and closes his eyes.

“Prayer. The world needs prayer.”

He opens his luminous eyes and nods. He lifts his head high, nickers, and turns. As he drew away all the fears, panic, worries seemed to fade. He looked over his shoulder with a nod, and then raced away. The peace and love exuded during his visit sent doubt flying like the trail of his tail as he disappeared out of sight.

I am a great admirer of unicorns. I draw them at times. This time, well, writing seemed correct.

Gratitude

I always have a grateful heart, but tonight I want to share some things for which I thank the Lord.

During this time, when there are significant disruptions for many, a lot is typical for me. I did have to spend more than I was prepared to on groceries, pet food, fuel, and seeing things all in disorder upset me. The thing is we are good now.

I have devices and the internet, the electric and internet are currently paid.
I have access to music in abundance.
I have books (you all know I have an abundance plus I picked up library books last Thursday, and long as services stay up, I have Kindle).
I have art supplies.
I have journal supplies.
I have pens, pens are important.
I have dogs. Wookie and Tribble challenge me to keep going, (when Wookie is not trying to kill me, we are working on that).
There is a full tank of gas in the Explorer, and I just paid the payment and insurance for six months.
The taxes on the house were mailed. The insurance is paid.
My pain though disconcerting, is almost manageable.
God granted me a fertile imagination so I can entertain myself adequately.
I have the best best-friend in the world.
Should it get cold, the propane is full.
I have water.
No one stole my toilet paper, and I had Kleenex.
My meds are set until late next month.
Everyone I am distant-close to is doing well, although I think some are very inconvenienced.
I am keeping uppermost in my mind, when possible, that God is in control.
Tonight I am shuffling songs (almost 10,000) on my iPod, and I truly wish everyone could witness this concert.
Of course, I am grateful for each and everyone who reads my drivel. I will try not to inflict a list like this on you anytime soon.

I just hope everyone else is safe and okay. I really love all of you, and I want everything to be alright. If you have someone near, give them a hug, or tell someone you love them. Everyone needs love in times like these.

As a prompt, write down a few things you are thankful your life is blessed with today.

The Music Played

When the moment shifts into one of the places we rather not go, we have to find a way to keep on. It becomes a bit like fighting with dragons when we are isolated. Dragons though respond to players with music, so we do well to employ singers and songs. When we link our voices with what brings us joy and sing loud and strong, the doldrums have to go.

This is a shortlist, and I would welcome hearing from you all what helps keep your grip fastened in place.

Start Me Up, Don’t Stop, You Got Me Rocking – The Rolling Stones will help turn a mood around.

Hideaway, Joy, Goddess in the Doorway – Mick Jagger is particularly useful when you are trying to adjust to quarantine.

Time Waits for No One – Freddie Mercury makes one appreciate living.

One Vision, Love Kills, The Show Must Go On; I Want It All – QUEEN is motivating.

We Believe, The Greatness of Our God, God Is Not Dead – Newsboys are rousing anthems of faith.

God Is In Control – Twila Paris is useful when things feel out of all control.

You Say – Lauren Daigle will help if one feels lost and out of sorts.

Two Pina Coladas – Garth Brooks is just plain fun.

You Love Is Lifting Me Higher And Higher – Rita Coolidge is one of the best love songs ever.

I sleep with the QUEEN channel on YouTube playing.

Anyway, find your tunes and disperse those dragons, if the need finds you.

I Never Asked

There were times we talked when it seemed like we were the best of friends, and times were tempting me to say something more. I held it in and hid it deeply because there is always a fear of never being able to belong.

The past had served heaps of trouble; thick enough, one would need a shovel to excavate. Being alone became a habit, and some ways are tough like steel, nearly impossible to break. I would listen to love songs and sing along, only imagining what might have been. Romances I avoided when I read, cause passion, was not something to arouse. But the days wore and the years grew longer.

There was no reason to complain. I have ever been adept at entertaining myself, busy is not hard when you are multidimensionally creative. I kept working and was content.

Content, until I would speak to him again. Then I wanted it all.