What if the promise
Is not real, just another
Raw deal, a failure?
Waking up is complicated –
Because things get smashed, broken,
But when it is done
There comes a welcome clarity;
Reject what does not
Serve, let compassion step up,
Guide us each into what is.
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Listen, that you know,
Love can never leave you all
Alone; it is right,
Given you eternally,
To bless you ever, always.
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The furrows inscribed
Upon a person’s brow, tell
Life stories somehow,
Mention of the romantic
Days, or loving gone astray.
Beauty, it may not
Seem, but experience gleaned
Spends like precious coin
When shared with those who follow
Trying to avoid sorrow.
We would not grow old,
Having minds and strength slip past,
Leaving us each day,
A little frail, gaunt, less bright,
As fading wildflowers tend.
However, it is
A gift seeing this time, fine,
Victory, we stayed
For the path was riddled
With mines set to hinder ways.
The lines resonate
Each one proclaims a weight, debt,
Bow to circumstance,
Paid in hours spent, smiles, tears wept,
Joy retained, love created.
Prompt
Though we are more than numbers piling up, sometimes it is apt to reflect upon life seasons. Create something that tells the tale of days spent in verse, prose, drawing, painting, sculpture – whatever fits your gifted fancy.
Today I Am Thankful
Alex and I went to Dairy Queen.
Alex found Maui when he was lost.
My muse took me out to see the view.
I reminded Alex to get hand-trucks.
I use Moleskine notebooks and pleasurable pens.
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Some days you must be
Apart, beside, outside, of
Who you often are
To reach the skies, and capture
Stars, to open other eyes.
Wide-open without
Any filter, touching grace, faith, love
Without displacement,
Conquering doubt, fear so near,
Being creativity.
Place a hand inside
The rippling river flow
Catch life passing by.
The Earth is speaking
Imploring care be taken
If not, scythe falling
Will in measure take what is
Here, reach beyond permission.
No one sees because
Depths hide, out of open sight,
Mind is not described.
Standing brilliant in
Relief before the shadow,
It scarcely matters.
Sometimes conversations take flight going beyond normal thought. Such was one with Alex today. I wish I were a better conversationalist, but being a sounding board is essential too, I suppose.
Prompt: Think of something you could create to serve the needs of human beings and the planet at large. Create a representation in art or words.
Gratitude Today:
Alex inviting me to talk to him on his drive from Florida.
Being home all day.
Writing.
Listening to music.
Almost 30,000 steps.
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Once, much like peasants
Left in the desert’s harsh sun,
Now, relief may come,
Though through no action our own
But many blessings given.
We have today, now,
Tomorrow a hopeful dream
May become our truth.
Breaking foamy waves
Shining lit by sparkling sun
New hope, dreams begun.
Valleys of shadow,
Mountaintops of brilliant sun,
Our journey goes on.
So fragile small hope
Then God broke heavy shackles –
Setting love to life.
Desolation of heart,
Soul, feeling, and character,
Taught us to follow
Love, leave division, unite –
Within freedom’s holy light.
I will sing my love
As a cry and a quiet prayer
And dream my dream true.
Fear may trouble us
Doubt may torment sunny days,
But it is okay
We are overcomers all,
Our hearts are brave, bearing love.
The gifts, more than cost,
Bestow happiness forthright
Love, we are for life.
Dear Lord, please provide
For us, Your gracious blessing,
Help us not to fall.
Prompt
When one writes short, many things can be covered independently. Try your hand at haiku, which are counted syllable poems of three lines with counts of 5 – 7 – 5. If you care to, do some tanka as well, the syllable counts are 5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7. These short forms are good exercises to prepare the voice for more extensive verse.
Gratitude Now
Listening to my favorites, The Rolling Stones, in live shows streamed from YouTube.
Spending time with Richard when I did not wish to be alone.
Catching a nap.
Coming home so I can Rock.
My ice-maker.
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The bells may ring, people sing,
For hope’s return and love’s dawning,
The sounds of what may be freedom.
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