Love, Just Something Like

I sit at his side
Listening attentively,
Learning as we go,
Not what is thought, how we are,
Friends, even a wee bit more.
Knowing the pieces
Covered, before other worlds,
Holding such secrets
As might be misunderstood
If bared in the public square.
Not ordinary,
But nothing needs explaining;
The music continues
Spinning out careful magic
Who we are, we want to be.
Dreams become unreal
Still fulfilling unknown tastes,
Sorting out the problems, mess,
In time to leave the distress.
We cannot claim us
Yet, there is evident a bond,
Sweeter than loneliness,
A connection made in time
Outside the usual design.
Hope flutters tattered
Wings attempting beauty, flight,
A word soft-spoken
Is wind enough to lift dreams
Into possibility –
Knowing time the remedy,
Clarity, to foster focus
Bring all things together – alight.

Prompt:
Observe your emotional temperament, look at what is present in your life, do they agree? Create something that exhibits your findings.

Thankful Today:
When I woke up, it was 51 degrees in the house; I ran the logs, it is now 64 degrees.
I walked over 20,000 steps.
A tremendous variety of music is available for my listening enjoyment.
Chicken.
Chocolate.

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So It Is

The trees are now bare
Branches like fingers pointing
Out the emptiness
Of a sky bleached free without
Any pigment, adding soul.
Still in hallowed halls
Voices state more exists here
Than unreasoning fate,
Life is meant in love, faith, real
Enough to cite deep fortunes.
Us, never alone
Though feeling nothing describes
Our hearts time betwixt
One moment in company
Or darkness in hours apart.
A well of sky swells
Incomplete, because though there,
Stars cannot be seen,
Sun-drenched heavens obscure all
That remains, always being.
We, expecting more,
Find, however, hard we look
Somehow we are blind
Because experience steals
Our senses toward what we feel.
Even names in our dreams
Though given, known, lived – disperse
Into fog forgot
When eyes are closed, we are not,
But feelings of urgency.
On the ground, brown grass
Waits the awakening brought
By calendar turns
Where warmth swift begins, returns,
Like embraces of one beloved.

Prompt:
Words are love, life, the making of reality. Explore using creativity to express things you wish to see but hardly know. See how far you can stretch belief.

Gratitude:
I had a wonderful lunch with Richard.
I returned home.
Wookie had not wholly destroyed things, though she made inroads toward it.
Music, singing, dance.
Strawberry Crème Cheese Danishes.

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Love In Tanka – Haiku

Prompt:
Pick an emotion and create from there. Any form or media is appropriate.

Gratitude:
Love has a way, and I am pliant.
Photoshop.
Infranview.
My being able to do this each day.
Pens that write beautifully, even when I make mistakes.

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Happy Place

I am in my happy place with Richard, which is a great relief. He is cooking a ham slice. I arranged my set up here. I always come with devices and supplies.

Today was a stressful day, so I am enjoying being here.

I have some photos from the cooking.

Prompt:
Make real-life your creative practice, like a show and tell from kindergarten. Be you because you are the best.

Thankfulness:
Alex got more of his homesteading done.
Richard called and said I could visit when I wanted.
It took me a long time, but I made it here.
I dropped the books that were racking up fees at the library dropbox.
I got all of the ten loads of laundry I did yesterday sorted.

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Music Therapy

Music is life, love,
When Earth is much too heavy,
A person needs friends;
Every melody, lyric,
Smooth voice, helps heal hearts, sweet.
Words resonate, stand –
Near enough to change fears, tears,
Into brilliant smiles;
Strength found in cheerful, rousing –
Songs, picking up pieces, keeping on.
If the rain pours down
Verses can surround bodies
With a shield of peace
Allowing hope to freely
Wrap one in its warm embrace.
If anger brings strife
Music can save housekeeping,
Rescue someone’s life,
Cause wrath cannot remain when
Harmonies tenderly play.

Prompt:
Use music to set a mood, then create something evocative.

Welcomes:
I got agitated because of insurance snafus; music calmed me.
Peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwiches
Alex, getting his C-Max.
Newly-made bed
A subscriber wrote my publisher complimenting my poem.

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