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I collect things, pens, journals, books, images, and feelings. Never know when I might find myself in need, so I squeeze things in, some with ease. Others come harder, jagged, and broken, but those find meaning, too.
PROMPT: Go somewhere, familiar or strange, take photographs that soothe or move you. See if you have words to fit the images. Try them out to fit. Post if you can and will.
There is something I want to catch. I have not gotten it yet. Maybe I will share it when I do. Today came close, but we all know there are times when images play us for fools, spooling out with bartered charm.
I caught other photographs, but maybe these are enough for today. I do not know, indeed cannot say for sure, but I might bog someone down. Time will keep, until it does not, then it will slide out and away.
Thankful for these, Today:
1. Oreo cookies. 2. The pen I photographed above is a spirit of music, and music is a muse. 3. January, days when the depth and darkness seem to fall away. 4. Finishing reading the first book in the new year. 5. Sleep.
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It is yesterday’s news, but you might read it some distant tomorrow, never knowing the when of it all. It fell apart again, but no one knew the signs; they were too busy in their lives of satisfactory rhyme.
The dregs in the pot that provided the coffee could perhaps illuminate, but by then, it was probably too late. Broken hearts litter the ground where discordant words often find their sound.
A whisper of waking to the morning linen gives hope, but the bed contains only one body, insufficient for an incident of joy.
Tomorrow is the predicate of yesterday, but today wends away. Fortune is no lasting friend but slips off with a passing wind. One seldom remembers but never forgets a love vanishing to purchase what survives beyond regret.
Familiar, those bonds forged over a bundle of years breaking down into stifled tears disallowed to tumble from wary eyes. No one left to ensure feeling together thrives.
When a life departs A body, only remains, An assortment of Discarded things, relationships, Without breath or animation. Memory struggles, fades, As ensuing days Go on with whoever Contains the treasure, hard To guard, uneasily measured. A longing persists To catch a glimpse, hear a phrase, Sweet visage, clear voice Held dear, but lost from here. Never, never, until some Future, Divine Presence gives Overdue reconciliation Uniting those who, wander, Later in, with kith and kin. No need can find all, Disembarking space and time, Leaves suddenly adrift, behind; What had meaning, without beholder Begins to decay and molder. Oh Death, how unjust your taking Leaving Life to spoils shoulder.
1. Heroes are only These dreams we greatly esteem, But may never meet, No love we share between, yet, We hope their joy is replete. 2. Blowing up his phone – A need I cannot postpone, But no rainbows come; Talking to me is a chore He rather not, anymore. 3. I love you more now Than when first I invited You to share my heart Knowing over time how grace Has greatly forgiven me.
The naked truth Arises without interest In you or me now; It shows what may further be And what, going, is let go. See there is No reason I can continue Hope, for you depart Always, leaving without me; I am only, matter, no more. Moving on, I must, Or become a captive ghost, Which seems your major Preoccupation, but wrong, Because life and joy are mine. We are not, Together apart, has progressed To outside space and time; Nothing to clothe who We made ourselves to be. Naked never need We ever be, for we are NOT, As you wanted us – Despite my naked need.
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