More Than Wishes

We can wish, wish, wish
This gift of life completely
Away,
Because time
Helps us do as we will,
Want,
Not guarding us
Against choices
Poorly made, unwise,
But we have enough power
To set a better
Course,
Leading us to complete,
Accomplish worthy goals set
So we may achieve
Purposes existing
Beyond fond wishes;
Bringing
Happiness and joy
Into every part, aspect,
Of our daily life
Where we become fully
Alive.
Wishing can guide acts
Selected for good outcomes
Sponsored
With positive effort
That permit our grand
Overcoming
Of difficulties which
May present themselves
When along
Our onward progress
We determinedly continue.
Ultimately,
We are gifted
With ample resources
To make
Our dreams into
Reality.

Today’s PAD Challenge Prompt at Poetic Asides is “Wish.” I think it went off on its own path, but I am okay with it.

I hope all of you are well and coping with whatever variety of social distancing you are experiencing. Remember to keep creating. Also, remember you are loved.

Numbers (Less is More)

Honestly, I can
Think of no situation
In which “less is more.”

However,
I wonder, tell me, does
It apply to that unsolvable
Problem of mathematics?
See, if you add math, I can
Agree,
I would happily
Live my life completely
Math free,
I mean, I dabble in it
Because I must,
But it seems to me
No matter what I do
I do not possess
Enough
Of the properly delineated
Numbers.
Often when I chase down
Numbers they outrun or
Evade me, or if I have
Somehow gained a lot,
There is another party reaching
Out wanting my reserve,
I scarcely realize Math worked
And the numbers were indeed mine.

So, YES, “Less is More”
If you can keep subtraction from
Your numbers, and add to them
Every day,
Keep bodies far from stores
And websites that ask for spend,
Or anything that debits you accounts
Gradually or rapidly until they are
Thin.

Several days ago, the prompt on Prompted Positive Poetry was “Less is More.” I did not have anything for this until I began writing. It occurred to me as I worked that this was a Math Word Problem. I basically hate Math, but I can get by.

Follow Creativity

On the unknown road
Toward futures we traverse
There is only love,
Prayer, faith, creativity,
To lend us needed balance.
Those who we love most,
Prayers we to Heaven post,
Faith we are not lost,
Things we can create to
Help us through those times
It seems we are losing the edge
Of our mental acuity and are
Striving hard to be ourselves
In a world loosed from its moorings;
These we must follow, revere,
For else dismay convinces us
Everything leads to nowhere.
There are times betwixt times
We find ourselves adrift, drowning,
But God knows our battles,
And He is our sword and shield,
He is a fortress to win our wars,
He blest us with ability, ingenuity,
Skill, talent, knowledge, and does
Not leave us unprepared,
He stands with us and coaxes
Us with His gift of creativity
To find our confidence and strength
To move beyond our trouble
And live love out loud,
That we may conquer perplexity.

I went up to get the mail. The silence, the emptiness, it is over two weeks since I went up there, many changes since then.

This is an answer to the prompt “Follow______________” on Poetic Aside for today’s PAD Challenge. The world is changing. I wonder how ready we are.

Millions’ Space

Should the need arise
I might give a look inside,
But I would close doors
Regulate you to spaces
I consider safely exposed.
I am well aware this mind
Of mine is awkward
A bizarre landscape
In an alien multiverse
Where mutated creatures
Roam amid dragon fantasies.
These thoughts by millions
Circulating at a million mph
Dump me into molten spaces
Where I hardly find enough energy
For escape velocity and then
Drop me in oceans of clarity
Again swallowed up, but eject
Me into forests where I flee.
There is no scale on which
To map the vastness where
You might make yourself
Sojourn, perhaps coffee, cake,
Then off and away, to more
Comfortable tenancies among
Those more likened to who
You are prepared, meant to be.
Trust my knowledge, stay clear,
Avoid this devastating destitution.

This is in answer to the second day (yesterday) PAD Challenge prompt, “Space” on Poetic Asides. I am a bit behind due to some turbulence with the poetic engine on board, but I hope I have it recalibrated into a modicum of functionality now. The prospect remains somewhat uncertain. I need a bit of the “Scotty” touch.

After Quarantine

The world is made new
Different than any have
Previously seen,
A quieter, less crowded place
For we have sheltered in homes.
Those who solitary
Embrace, enjoy, are at peace,
But most are denied
The routine, familiar pace
That verified lives defined
By haste, and social interaction.
This contraction is revoking
Much we all depended upon,
We had no inkling commerce,
Education, government, health care
Could be like the empty shelves
Where toilet tissue used to be,
But now, we know the economy
Can fail because contagion invades.
The mystery
Will we return to business as
Usual if or when the deaths end?
Could we be fortified to live
More independently, freely,
Functioning successfully on our own?
We have been catapulted into
A space-time continuum
We did not expect or choose to share,
We are commissioned with the duty
To bring care, kindness, and love,
To this New World unfolding
Unfathomably before us
Moment by moment.