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.

Out of the Wild

In our hands only
Time, these hours, given to spend
We together un-
Lonely, choosing moments now
Will destiny freely allow
These feelings a root?
Life substance to flourish like
A flower, wild, fair
Under a forever sky
Untended, cultivated
By nature’s duty,
A generation of fate
Rising destiny
Becoming, flowing toward
The greatness of love for all.

I am writing away from home this evening, but the music seemed to create a need to get this down.

If you need a prompt, start with the word passion and see where it leads you. Create a work that represents your discovery.

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May life visit you with your fondest dreams, and may you never be persuaded to give up on the best of everything.

Subject to Lift

There grew a simple garden
Under nature’s wholesome care
Time was given plenty to nurture
The various elements well and fair.
Features grew as were expected
Coming beneath moon and sun of age
The seasons arriving in the turn
Of many a numbered page.
Though seldom, laughter danced
For those finest fairest moments;
Tears wrought lines with depth
To fruit character slowly granted
In the structure of a malleable face.
Love became a staff of life
A giving of God’s sweet grace,
Every day brings in passing
An emerging opportunity
Where knowledge can be
Harvested, settling in the deepness
Comprehended passionately,
Becoming fruit, a person soulfully.

This poem is in answer to Prompted Positive Poetry’s prompt, “Fruit.” If you were to see the draft I wrote in the notebook, you might be tempted to ask, “What the __________ happened?” It is unusual for something to morph like this did. I enjoyed the challenge.

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.