Ingest

I swallow the words
That come forward on my lips
Speak them, I may not,
But the taste of love upon
My tongue sweetens like honey.

My thirst, a swallow,
Or deeper draught of living’s
Liqueur dispensed smooth
To draw forth fortunate strength
Allowing sufficient courage.

Pain, sorrow, swallowed
By happiness becoming
Prominent abode
Inside body, mind, spirit, soul,
Love taking absolute control.

Whimsical

I gave a sample
And what surprise, I found who
Had been forgotten
Under layers of disguise;
The passionate love inside.

*****

Now wide awakened
The ghost who lived so alone
No one knowing who
Deepened in darkling shadows;
Yet burned warm as flame, bright light.

*****

Reach out another
Moment, dawn raising delight,
Taking it over
The secret long-sought before
Any explanation might.

*****

Yesterday, I went to my psych. It was interesting. I also went to Sam’s for the first time since March 14. Today, I am trying to recuperate. Maybe I will hit my stride with writing again soon.

Tanka – Three

I do not know when I will have time to enter things today. I have these tankas I have written since 8:30am, so I am sharing.

In our hands and hearts
What we choose ourselves to be,
Kind, loving people;
Dedicated to gentleness,
Sharing creativity.

*****

Love may not always
Come as hoped nor when we wish
But welcome it is
However and whenever
It so happens to arrive.

*****

Take myself over
Yonder and remain unseen,
Hidden mystery,
For most never look closely
Enough to know who I mean.

Tanka

We exchange our time
For fulfilling our desires,
Fragile happiness,
Where love and relationship
Are the needs without compare.

*****

Harms often find us
But these never define us;
Victories make us,
What love willingly bestows
Our hearts share, among others.

*****

A life born today
New unto the world will change
With love, those soon touched,
For every person gifts us
With hopes, dreams, blessings, anew.

*****

What cannot be done
Does not explain that which can
For our strength is found
Despite the fragility
Built on our infirmities.

*****

Tanka is a five-line syllabic form with counts 5-7-5-7-7. I enjoy counting syllables, so I use them a lot. If you like, as a prompt, write some tanka of your own.

I have a longer piece coming if I can decide whether to scan it or type it. Although I have typed for a very long time, I find little joy in it. The Remington Rand and Royal might have something to do with that. Thankfully, my Microsoft keyboard is a bit less taxing than were the manual typewriters. Yes, I remember when but make no mistake. I am a native here, now.

I hope your day was joyful, and your burdens were light. All life is a celebration rejoicing at the moment.

I think suffering may be provided to magnify joy; when the night is darkest, the light appears brightest.

Given Way

I wanted to buy
A press, so I could begin
Printing all the best,
But it was not meant to be
Fortune does not smile on me.
Even so, I write
Growing a bit over time
So my words carry
Love where I cannot travel,
Working hate to unravel.
A little message
Here, another over there,
Some people take it
With them otherwhere to share
Meaning convening elsewhere.
My life oozes words,
Vowels, consonants, nouns, verbs,
Sentences, lines, breaks,
A haphazard creative
Language tendered in payment.
The gift God-given
In every moment present
More often than not
Finding the rightness of speech
To beseech others to Love.

I have ink all over my hands. The vagaries of ink pens are a mess in the making. I hope you have better luck.