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Richard’s beautiful Orange Tabby, who is never entirely sure I am okay. Tonight I agree with him because I seem to have acquired a toothache that is also a headache.

I returned my DirecTv equipment today, so I have cut the cord and sunk the satellite. The amount of television I watch is so minimal; I probably will never miss it.

I do recommend streaming Peaky Blinders, Good Omens, and The Expanse. I only finished Good Omens. On Audible, I loved The Sandman. If you gathered, I am a Neil Gaiman fan; you read clues well.

The poem so heavy with images was an experimental rewrite; I probably should post the original of Same. I am on my phone tonight without my computer because I have been spending some respite time with Richard. It will wait. I do not like poetry on mobile because it always inserts extra spaces when I write.

Prompt: Tell someone you love that you do.

Metamorphosis

We hunger deeply
Like the caterpillars do,
Gorging on sweet leaves
Fills voracious appetite
With what will nourish, transform.

Each moment, nectar,
Gentleness, kindness, loving
Required to convert
From our fearful brokeness –
Emotional fulfillment.

A brightness lingers
Before the silken cacoon
Is spun to contain,
God’s blessed transmutation,
Beauty aburst, butterfly.

Some years, emptiness;
Laid aside as lives become
Select new chapters,
We dare to trust us enough,
Believing love can arrive.

Regarding future
Days as if timeless journeys
When we are treasured
Cherished as unique persons
Wholly believed, complete, loved.

Prompt: Create something in first person, then turn it plural.

Gratitude:
I spent a few hours with Richard.
I have read three books already this month.
I caught a little extra sleep.
The dog did not destroy a lot, just my long-handled duster.
It was quiet today.

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Add Words, Meaning

There is no life in
Blank pages of notebooks, journals,
But every one waits
However much time it takes
Genuine pleasure to demonstrate.
Willing to become
The ground for thought come alive
Words creating characters, lives, worlds
Reaching the sources which hide,
Calling to each who survives.
What comes, part unknown
The flow of something of its own
To speed a heart, mind,
Make sadness flee, happiness
A sentence given, defined.
Reckoned disposable
Things said without contemplation
Wreck havoc, devastation
More care, kindness, love
Universal reconciliation.

Prompt: Define why you believe creativity is crucial, either in words or visually.

Gratitude:
Books newly begun.
Feeling better this evening.
A phone call last night.
Knowing joy can be experienced even when happiness is not possible.
Learning new things.

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For A Day

There are many things
We choose not to think, recall,
Because we cannot
Handle all the vicious pain,
But sometimes, we dare not refrain.
Often memories
Dazzle us like bright stage lights
And we remember
Wishes that bought our futures,
Curses that destroyed our pasts.
We stand open-armed
On the island of today,
With tomorrow’s fears,
The lost promises of yesterday;
Holding steadfast hope and love.
The crystal tears shed
Today, not only for this
But unknowns, injuries,
For which there are no repairs;
Still believing possibilities.
We, hold out for love, today,
Beguiled by dreams of promise
Even as the evidence
Renders it a magic of the lucky
The blessed, ah, but glorious bliss.

Prompt: Create a page or more of freed work. Go over it and develop something.

Gratitude:
The rain.
Coats.
Cups.
Trash bags.
Freedom.

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Make It Yours

Whatever is stopping you
Remember days slip by
Like a doubtful sunrise
Glimpsed through curtains
Of cold cheerless rain.
Nothing waits forever,
If you have fantastic dreams
Do not let them fade away,
Build your chateau, sing your
Melodies, forgive the sorrows.
Say, “I LOVE YOU,” each chance
You may because hearts are fragile;
Time wings away like an eagle,
There is no turning clocks back
To bring moments past, alive.
Everyone is mortal, no getting
To life’s end, continuing to survive,
So, celebrate all the notable dates
Drink your refreshing libations,
Indulge in beautiful cake, ice cream.
If you can assist another –
Do it while you are able –
Aware time whimsically turns tables,
Generosity, kind words are actively
Loving the world God gave you.
Do not lose the blessings
Of fulfilling your purpose, reason,
Through perfectionism, procrastination,
Failures, mistakes are invaluable teachers
Improving facets, strengths of yours.
Seconds only come to you once
Do what you can when time is meet
It is no good leaving needful things
Until the arrival of tomorrow;
Nothing happens within the grave.

I only had a version of the final line to begin and wanted to build around the idea of how precious a lifetime is. We have one shot. Not knowing when the fuel will run out, we must accomplish all there is for us while there is energy.

Prompt: Take a truthful line, but perhaps uncouth, create something around it that is, if not beautiful, at least good.

Gratitude:
The weather has been warmer.
I have great books to entertain me.
Creative ideas are flowing.
My journal.
My dogs.

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