Aloof

Imagined –

Now a photograph –
A view peeking from behind
Where you stand shadowed;
I have reasons to let you
Slip straight through my spread fingers.

Memory –

You never wanted me
Those long days ago, I sought
You like an angel
Who could reroute the trouble
Of my suffering life’s days.

Appearing –

Situations change,
Now reality counsels
There abides too much,
On both sides of the present
Equation, to allow hearts –

Freedom –

Wrapping around dreams
Sunken in oblivion, quelled
As no us exists,
Fare thee well cold treachery,
Your leave no more my regret.

Prompt: Can you wield a poisoned pen?

Tanka Over, Again

The sword hangs above –
Mantel – put safely away,
But eyes caress it
Palms itch its hilt to hold, grasp
Power the blade promises.

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Right or Wrong, we can
Become who we mean to be
If we follow dreams
Which take us, loving, beyond –
Familiar habitations.

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Writing the wishes
No magic ever renders
For humans are free
Souls crave every destiny,
Love guiding all that will be.

Prompt: Do you tanka?

Metamorphosis

We hunger deeply
Like the caterpillars do,
Gorging on sweet leaves
Fills voracious appetite
With what will nourish, transform.

Each moment, nectar,
Gentleness, kindness, loving
Required to convert
From our fearful brokeness –
Emotional fulfillment.

A brightness lingers
Before the silken cacoon
Is spun to contain,
God’s blessed transmutation,
Beauty aburst, butterfly.

Some years, emptiness;
Laid aside as lives become
Select new chapters,
We dare to trust us enough,
Believing love can arrive.

Regarding future
Days as if timeless journeys
When we are treasured
Cherished as unique persons
Wholly believed, complete, loved.

Prompt: Create something in first person, then turn it plural.

Gratitude:
I spent a few hours with Richard.
I have read three books already this month.
I caught a little extra sleep.
The dog did not destroy a lot, just my long-handled duster.
It was quiet today.

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Plight

A hug, we share, sweet
But it has been many weeks
And alone can be
Often insecure with doubt –
Returned feelings hold much clout.

Many things in common,
But time steals away being
Filled with days’ duty
Robbing us of our moments,
Hours together sincere joys.

Gifts of comfort, care,
Found in companionship here,
But time hurries past –
What we own a beautiful
Interlude – hearts, minds to soothe.

Garden

Paradise with all
Its beauty and wholesome grace
Inscribed on faces
Which evoke love within hearts
Of those become enamored.

When expelled from space
Holding beauty worth lifetimes
The world is sudden
Cold and bleak without joy, peace,
Life, talk, walk are a prison.

To depths glacieral
Body, heart, mind, soul, all plunge
With little hope, thought.
Paradise might again arise,
In another’s arms, clear eyes.

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Love is an ocean
Carving the shore
Depositing rich gifts
Of beauty, treasure galore.