No Teenage Love Affair

I have no idea
What we were thinking, to touch,
Yeah, we know too much,
There has been long aloneness
Years so many, tears like floods.
We stand before one another
Souls bare, connected somehow,
No secrets we fear to share,
Gently touching, sudden reach
Coming undone altogether.
Building fires passion feeds
Longing, wanting, needing, hope
Escalating into a future
Unimagined, never dreamed,
Could it be, could it possibly?
Hearts stutter, bodies quake,
Here together, be no mistake.

Be-Believe

It is open to you
If you will venture to come
Through the unlocked door,
Maybe you are the dear one
For whom my heart is waiting.

The years have been long,
Time often passes fast then slow
Loneliness haunts life,
I reach but never believe
Another belongs with me.

Still when you come near
Hope revives beyond all doubt,
I want to be yours
If you could somehow be mine
And I would stay at your side.

Is there enough love
Within your heart to choose me,
Or is my thought only
A wishful dream without hope
Inside this reality?

I rarely do this, but this poem was not written today, it was written in the early AM on Wednesday.

I encourage you today to take a walk through your imagination and look at your life, paying particular attention to the positive things, and fall in love with your being. We are so fortunate in life and should take time to enjoy who we have become.

Continue

Sitting on the sidelines
Worried we are not enough
Scared to walk into the fire
But the promise keeps calling,
A whisper of day-stirring hope.

The wind through the grass
Carves an absolute path we know,
We believe Love wants us
To have wishes, dreams, come true,
Because God treasures us.

His cry, do not doubt, never fear
For precious beloved, I Am near
Lay depression, despair, destruction
Aside and stand in My Light,
None are rejected or forsaken.

Walk forward, head held high;
Christ is with us in every way.

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.