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.
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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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.