Add Lift

Once I cleared my head,
My heart began singing love,
Grateful for all things.

Lift

No consequence without
Acting to lift the package,
The heart
A crane building homes
Within lanes of thought,
Given encouragement,
Inspiration,
To grasp creativity
With every part.
Daring to grow higher,
Stronger,
Beyond each chain, pain,
Locking cages of timidity.
Now prepared to bolt
Like a Mustang who owns
The land touched by
The free pounding wildness
Of hooves
Never shod, trampling
Dust into golden clouds
Shining like a priceless
Opportunity,
To be the one who leads
From laments to choruses
Of elation
Bringing all toward elevation
Where the carefully crated
Surprise is unbound, revealing
Love
To all who are knowingly
Seeking to encompass
More, abound.

Prompt: Amid Winter’s chilling cold, add imagery that evokes a time of warmth to your creation.

Gratitude is Priceless:
Being invited to Richard’s and spending time with him.
Energy drinks.
Diet Cokes.
Medication.
This.

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As you go through your days, I hope you find delights that thrill your soul. Life is a banquet we should come into with excitement. Be well, be blessed.

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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Sand Through Hands

Time is running out
On the days given to spend,
Each moment nearer
The end, coming rapidly,
Choosing ways to remember.
Softly spoken words
Building structures of courage
Lifting toward joy,
A legacy of inspiration
Called from desperate foundations.
Changing destiny
With diligent effort, faith,
Convinced the broken
Can rise, remade in beauty
Becoming auspicious lives.
Never giving up
Though lonely shadows encroach
Finding starlight dusk
Choosing to reckon it good
As long as the wild heart beats.
Welcoming the love
Finally, given for passion,
Ardor lends life the spices
To encourage remaining
In the troublesome pursuit
Long after appetite loses
The power of motivation,
But revives over again,
Desire ravenous for fulfillment.

Love is a strange thing;
Lifting to heights seldom climbed
Without its being.

He is not mine, no,
Just a dream I follow for
Today, tomorrow,
Tough times that I need someone
To keep me toeing the line.

I will not let you
See the tears track down my cheeks,
Though my heart does break,
All these people sleep, awake,
But cannot see how I ache.

Prompt:
Many works of art are hypothetical, only existing in imagination, but creators bring them into life. Make something antithetical to your reality.

Gratitude:
Chocolate mint.
Coffee.
Dollar Tree.
Richard, in so many ways.
The Expanse.

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Like Thomas

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.

It Is A Historic Time

Some days are a fevered pitch of defeat and glory. Today was one such. I did not want to be alone, and I got my hope. I spent last night and today in my Happy Place with Richard, who challenges me to be more than I think I can be.

We did not miss a thing sitting at the tables, viewing events on a projection screen. Much of the day was moving, and sometimes in contrary ways.

We laughed riotously at unpredictable surprises and were moved deeply by others.

Change is, nothing remains the same. As a people, we must look forward and let the past collect its debts in time as is its due. I am thankful the day did not descend into chaos as was so recently the case.

I had clam chowder for the first time last night and again this evening. As I have mentioned, he cooks for me. I spent some time doing the things I would at home, reading on my tablet, and being a wastrel on my computer. He did some work, and I could distract him if I were near.

So many times, we put our hope in personalities and people. Perhaps we should recognize that over everything is the Lord who holds every destiny. Life is a gift, and we must spend each second carefully.

I have a few goals toward which I am working. I am not calling them resolutions because I expect to work on them as long as I am. One is trying to build a reservoir of self-confidence; this is sorely lacking in me. Richard suggests I do another thing, not worry about what others think about me because it is not my business. The other; just be myself and love as much as I can in any way I can.

My son, Alex, in a picture, taking a picture.

Prompt
On a day like today, we have endings and beginnings; what can you personally undertake to improve your existence? Create something on such a theme.

Gratitude Today
The transition that occurred in our nation today was peaceful.
Richard avoided a disaster.
I proofed a magazine overnight.
Music is such consolation.
I did this even though I would like otherwise.

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