Love, Just Something Like

I sit at his side
Listening attentively,
Learning as we go,
Not what is thought, how we are,
Friends, even a wee bit more.
Knowing the pieces
Covered, before other worlds,
Holding such secrets
As might be misunderstood
If bared in the public square.
Not ordinary,
But nothing needs explaining;
The music continues
Spinning out careful magic
Who we are, we want to be.
Dreams become unreal
Still fulfilling unknown tastes,
Sorting out the problems, mess,
In time to leave the distress.
We cannot claim us
Yet, there is evident a bond,
Sweeter than loneliness,
A connection made in time
Outside the usual design.
Hope flutters tattered
Wings attempting beauty, flight,
A word soft-spoken
Is wind enough to lift dreams
Into possibility –
Knowing time the remedy,
Clarity, to foster focus
Bring all things together – alight.

Prompt:
Observe your emotional temperament, look at what is present in your life, do they agree? Create something that exhibits your findings.

Thankful Today:
When I woke up, it was 51 degrees in the house; I ran the logs, it is now 64 degrees.
I walked over 20,000 steps.
A tremendous variety of music is available for my listening enjoyment.
Chicken.
Chocolate.

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So It Is

The trees are now bare
Branches like fingers pointing
Out the emptiness
Of a sky bleached free without
Any pigment, adding soul.
Still in hallowed halls
Voices state more exists here
Than unreasoning fate,
Life is meant in love, faith, real
Enough to cite deep fortunes.
Us, never alone
Though feeling nothing describes
Our hearts time betwixt
One moment in company
Or darkness in hours apart.
A well of sky swells
Incomplete, because though there,
Stars cannot be seen,
Sun-drenched heavens obscure all
That remains, always being.
We, expecting more,
Find, however, hard we look
Somehow we are blind
Because experience steals
Our senses toward what we feel.
Even names in our dreams
Though given, known, lived – disperse
Into fog forgot
When eyes are closed, we are not,
But feelings of urgency.
On the ground, brown grass
Waits the awakening brought
By calendar turns
Where warmth swift begins, returns,
Like embraces of one beloved.

Prompt:
Words are love, life, the making of reality. Explore using creativity to express things you wish to see but hardly know. See how far you can stretch belief.

Gratitude:
I had a wonderful lunch with Richard.
I returned home.
Wookie had not wholly destroyed things, though she made inroads toward it.
Music, singing, dance.
Strawberry Crème Cheese Danishes.

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Love In Tanka – Haiku

Prompt:
Pick an emotion and create from there. Any form or media is appropriate.

Gratitude:
Love has a way, and I am pliant.
Photoshop.
Infranview.
My being able to do this each day.
Pens that write beautifully, even when I make mistakes.

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Kinetic Effect

Prompt: Use color, design, words to create something that you wish to express.

Thankfulness:
The more I create, the more I learn.
I washed many loads of clothes today.
Alex and I talked.
I sang.
Reading and watching video was inspiring.

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Knowledgable

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.

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If you only change the color of
The blankets worn without
Reforming the creature
Beneath, your actions are
Futile.

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I stand watching,
Tears in my eyes.
I cannot,
No, cannot,
Tell you goodbye.

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The child becomes
The one who
Believes enough
To keep the parents
Forever real.

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When people ask difficult
Questions,
I imagine them marooned
Without clothes on,
In a swamp.

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I need enough to
Bring me back to life, survive,
Living on my own.

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It was there, along
With the music bringing us
Into who we are.

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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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