Category: Poetry in Forms

Sand Through Hands

Time is running out
On the days given to spend,
Each moment nearer
The end, coming rapidly,
Choosing ways to remember.
Softly spoken words
Building structures of courage
Lifting toward joy,
A legacy of inspiration
Called from desperate foundations.
Changing destiny
With diligent effort, faith,
Convinced the broken
Can rise, remade in beauty
Becoming auspicious lives.
Never giving up
Though lonely shadows encroach
Finding starlight dusk
Choosing to reckon it good
As long as the wild heart beats.
Welcoming the love
Finally, given for passion,
Ardor lends life the spices
To encourage remaining
In the troublesome pursuit
Long after appetite loses
The power of motivation,
But revives over again,
Desire ravenous for fulfillment.

My Be Your Own Muse shirt and tablet.

Love is a strange thing;
Lifting to heights seldom climbed
Without its being.

He is not mine, no,
Just a dream I follow for
Today, tomorrow,
Tough times that I need someone
To keep me toeing the line.

I will not let you
See the tears track down my cheeks,
Though my heart does break,
All these people sleep, awake,
But cannot see how I ache.

Prompt:
Many works of art are hypothetical, only existing in imagination, but creators bring them into life. Make something antithetical to your reality.

Gratitude:
Chocolate mint.
Coffee.
Dollar Tree.
Richard, in so many ways.
The Expanse.

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Music Therapy

Music is life, love,
When Earth is much too heavy,
A person needs friends;
Every melody, lyric,
Smooth voice, helps heal hearts, sweet.
Words resonate, stand –
Near enough to change fears, tears,
Into brilliant smiles;
Strength found in cheerful, rousing –
Songs, picking up pieces, keeping on.
If the rain pours down
Verses can surround bodies
With a shield of peace
Allowing hope to freely
Wrap one in its warm embrace.
If anger brings strife
Music can save housekeeping,
Rescue someone’s life,
Cause wrath cannot remain when
Harmonies tenderly play.

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Prompt:
Use music to set a mood, then create something evocative.

Welcomes:
I got agitated because of insurance snafus; music calmed me.
Peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwiches
Alex, getting his C-Max.
Newly-made bed
A subscriber wrote my publisher complimenting my poem.

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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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