Creative Offer

Broken,
A meager crust
Of bread on a platter;
My offering is before
You, from my heart, given,
Hope attempting to inspire,
Make
You step out, away,
From what dampens your roar,
Introducing sparks of
Creativity –
Drawing you into dawning,
The being you could become.
Even
As you turn away
Suddenly unimpressed,
I search my agile brain
Believing
I can bring you something
More like your desire,
Perfection –
Which might convince you
To believe in yourself
Knowing you have everything
Needed
To go after all those treasured
Dreams you hide behind half-smiles,
The prizes which belong to you.

Beware

The depths,
Negativity,
Lay a plaque
Upon those
Chambers
Where love
Resides
Within
The heart,
Causing
Blockages
In feelings;
Compassion,
Kindness,
Trust;
Hindering
What may
Become
Of Passion.

Prompt: Jump! Link things that seem distant in meaning and create something.

Gratitude:
Creativity
Warmer days
Home
Conversation
Meeting goals

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Mostly Tanka, Danka

No two are alike,
Everyone uniquely made
Chosen with purpose,
Reasoned for this very time;
God can create no mistakes.

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Trouble has been here,
Afoot – and patience wears out,
I remain about;
Sometimes seems miraculous
Forbearance, continuance.

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Think as wilt; you will,
And only right so to do;
No explanation
Tendered purchases acceptance;
Bathing in ashes costs a lot.

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Cold the numbers count
Further down, touching private
Spaces oft unknown,
Generously sharing crumbs
Of living warmth all alone.

Potentially

It is not the thing,
Which means so much, potential
Is the fascination,
The good anticipated
Drives continual collection.

Each grain of knowledge,
Volumes read, pages written,
Words captured, stored away,
Images made – frozen motion,
Time caught today, any day.

Creation flowing,
Exploring, knowing, showing,
Voicing, acting, playing, becoming,
Not a thing, but an expression
A transcendence, beyond gone.

Everything we live
Everything we do enriches
How we create, make,
No energy ever wasted –
All things begin in love.

We are containers,
Sustainers, joiners, remainders,
Adventurers who
Generate from around us
The fabric of reflection.

We reach to other hearts,
Who may understand the journey,
While many miles may
Separate us; togetherness bonds
Us in love’s companionable joy.

Prompt: We are all living lives differently; create something in witness or celebration.

Gratitude
Milk and honey.
Warm covers.
My command station.
Email.
Supplements.

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Diverting Chaos

Currently upon a landing
Between
What we can or cannot
Do, have, know, become.
Our platform is crowded
With dreams, hopes, plans,
Truths;
We can inhale deeply
Engage our hearts, minds,
Souls.
We have various options
But results defy control;
The chaos of change holds
Our futures in a firm grasp.
Whatever
We know with certainty belongs
To the past, even so, memory
Is a changeling interjecting
Stories which alter over time.
Though
We create things reflecting
Our knowledge, viewpoints shift
As conditions fluctuate,
Oceans of thought, never still.
Chaos
Informs creativity avowing
Experience is a seeming
Space/Time we boldly bridge
Leaping landing to landing
Aware
We habitually avoid the stairs,
Moving forward or sidelong
Discovering novelty in ourselves,
Always exchanging present
For frequent divers transformation.

Prompt: Create from something you have very recently experienced.

Gratitude:
Alex called.
There is no ice or snow here.
I am still on this journey.
The throw Richard gave me.
Reading and Writing.

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