Unsettling

Too much, all too soon,
Yet, just exactly what is
Needed, less than is
Properly wanted to fill
A heart, broken and remade.

Giving the last ounce
Then finding the well still full
Love overflowing goes
But answers are ungiven,
Wonders often blissful grow.

Power unsettles
The expectation of who
We may finally
Become when embraced, taken
Near the heart’s loving center.

The future, forward
Like a hidden legacy,
Wrapping lives into
Togetherness unforeseen,
Unsettling obstinacy.

An unselfish gift
Still returns, rebounds, resounds
To bring happiness
Which fills deserted spaces
Uplifts reality.

In the middle of
A life fully out of sync
Creativity
With its sweet gift of loving
May make the movements complete.

Too much, all too soon,
Yet, just exactly what is
Needed, less than is
Probably wanted to fill
A heart, broken, then recast.

The Wednesday Prompt 521 at Poetic Asides, I think, the website is redone, is an “Unsettled” poem. This poem is a series of Tanka joined.

Today has been a nerve-wracking day because someone got into my bank account. I decided I did not wish to do that unsettled. When your life depends on numbers when someone messes with it, it is spooky.

I hope you enjoy my little poem. If you like what you find here, look around a bit, and if you choose, follow the site, or return when you may.

Instance

Years alone, alive,
Love kept, embers flame, survive,
For someone needs gifts
Stored waiting heart, soul, spirit
Within never give up, thrive,
Survive.
When truth becomes known
Deep feelings unbound, uphold
Life continues on
Survive,
Sharing, caring, giving, be –
Becoming love over again,
Growing into whoever
Must needs exist to protect
Life in love that we survive.

“Survive” was the prompt on Prompted Positive Poetry, a Facebook Group today. I hope all are well and creating.

Also Remembered

We learn frequently
We are more than blood, bone, flesh,
Connected in time
Mind, soul, spirit, beyond space
Transcending any physical place.
We are bound closer
Than we expect to each other,
Yet stand independent
In various mysterious ways,
Only sharing portions safe.
When we open hearts
Letting love, loving begin
We join with the glue
Of creativity, tend
To our becoming again.
We are green as pines
Whistling in the singing winds
Bending unbroken
Carrying love forever
Building ourselves permanently.
Like lilies, we dance
Then in a vase, settled place,
We find we are made
Just a while to tremble life
With uncaged love in free hearts.

Extemporaneous

Straight from my hand because my computer is on an upgrade Odyssey, and I am not there.

As a promot, explore how the pandemic has changed loving action, and create a reflective work.

Love For All

Did you check yourself?
Are you sure of your safety?
Can you predict an end?
We may think we are certain
But then the questions begin.
Isolation,
Wraps like a hair shirt
Around the entire planet
Weighing like plate mail,
Suffocation of fond hopes
Near destruction of dreams.
Economics,
A broken-down jalopy
In an emergency lane
With a full tank of gas
But the motor will probably
Never have the energy to go.
Politicians,
Making erroneous
Decisions on policy
They should not command,
But who better to make the call
When bafflement has us all?
Love,
Can it be maintained
At a distance, quarantined?
It seems a puzzle
Everyone on our own, alone,
Our sanctuary not now home.
Learning,
Love all together
Simple relationships, hugs,
Smiles, sweet, friendly faces,
These give value to our world
Without which living is mean.
Love,
For all, each person
Has become evermore dear
Possibility
Of loss without fair warning
In a nightmare, wishing for dreams.
Persevere,
Nothing lasts forever
Love always wins in the end.
We have without doubt,
Survived worse and have methods
To help us get through the mire.
For
All, love is an answer
We have creativity
To send our kindness
Wherever the greatest need
And we shall triumph indeed.

I decided to use part of the last line of a recent poem as a jump in point and title for this one. Going to something previously written is often an excellent prompt. This took a life of its own. I was in no way planning a pandemic poem. I like the images. I hope you enjoy it too.