Is a wondrous
Part of the human
Art form.
Something we’ve
Been given, entrusted
Into our care, is the power
Of a special order,
One that does grow as
We get bolder, and understand
Ourselves more.
Even as we shoulder
More responsibility,
It is still possible to continue to
Develop our innovative agility.
Beguiled by life, as we
Can sometimes be, it’s
Important for you, and well,
Of course, me, to
Remember,
We are,
And always will be,
First and foremost,
Creative beings.
This planet with all
It’s mysterious contemplations,
I often look up from the surface,
And wonder out loud about
The motion of the cosmos’
Manipulations,
In relation to
The ever lasting connection
We share
With all we see up
In the air, if I dare, I just might
Compare
It with the stars hidden
From view, connected all the same
Within you and me.
The connection is quite fair,
And quite frankly beyond compare
Connected from within and without.
All the beauty, no doubt,
Running in the rivers, streams,
And creeks, like the life that flows
Through us, and is
Between us.
The space between also holds
A special place for me.
The dance of the
Unforeseen,
And, quite
Magical
Scene
That holds all the things
Together, just like a string,
Without any fanfare,
Or need of complimentary
Love bared.
Though, I’d suggest
Giving thanks
To all that
We see
Between.
Behold,
A magnificent
Place beyond, and among
The stars, both
Are truly amazing,
And are also
Quite
Giving.
Waves crash on the beach,
Salty mist blows from the west.
Night turns into day.
I feel the sisters approach,
Salt on my tongue, wind in hair.
Driving along the
Coast, a smile
Parts my face,
And my eyes glisten
With tears, as
The grandeur
Of all of this life’s
Most pleasant
Vistas confronts
My every sense, and
Deep inside, at once,
I feel truly blessed.
Dry and arid landscape,
Cracks in the ground bring water.
Seed to stem. Renew.
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You tower above us all,
Just looking up, I feel as
If I might fall.
Now back to the presents call,
Grounded in the known, and,
Yes, sometimes, unknown.
They are, of course,
Different sides of the same
Coin, joined together like all
Pairs of opposites, which, at times,
We imagine as disparate.
A common misnomer, like
Standing in your shadow,
Gazing up at the steel reinforcements,
Which make up your very tall tableau.
I move back to get a better glimpse,
Imagining times past, and all
The people who stood
Right on this spot
Completing
The very
Same
Maneuver. It’s all quite a wondrous
Achievement, and I bet there’s
Been some bereavement,
As you miss the people
At your feet, gazing
Up, and feeling
Transfixed
By your beauty.
Continue to imagine,
As there will be
A day soon,
Though when is not
yet known,
When people will be back
Bustling up and down
You’re steel trellis;
And standing
Where i am
Now,
Gazing up in wonderment
At your towering
Presence, as they
Continue to imagine.
In response to the WDYS #69 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
A tender embrace,
Is a special place
For you and me.
I remember the
First time,
Like it was the last time,
Even when I couldn’t see.
Yet, feeling disjointed,
And all the while
Mispointed,
Falling into your arms,
Was something else completely.
A touch so soft, and
At the same time bold,
It never occurred to me
How together, we’d grow old.
I was once told
A tale of togetherness,
Which foretold of all kinds
Of pleasantness,
The likes of which remind
Me of the times amiss,
When hugs were
Given, as both
Of our hearts
Were
Forgiven.
In response to the Saturday Rag Tag Daily Prompt, Hugs, by Punam.
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I sit here, and
Reminisce
About all the things
I miss(ed),
They played in
The yard, right there,
Oh, those times were so
Very hard, dear,
As we dreamt of
New possibilities,
While we held hands,
Together,
Unknown then
To us both, were all
The future liabilities
As we dangled our feet
Off the edge,
And listen with rapt
Attention, to their stead-
Fast resolve
And wonder, oh, they
So loved each other,
Brothers until they end,
And, of course,
Also the dearest of
Friends,
And companions
Through every type
Of weather, stormy
Or clear, they always
Held each other dear
And close to heart,
Until they did depart
On that fateful day,
In the month of May
When we last sat
On the porch,
Dreaming of times
When life was simpler,
Though the love we felt
Was always the same
No need of a refrain,
Only the boldness
That comes with
The duo, of you and
Me,
And the two beautiful
Boys, making a
Family
Unit
As we continue
To ponder
The love
We share(d)
As we sit hand-in-hand
And watch the two
Play, from the
Steps
Of the porch
You and I made.
A meadow landscape,
Flower, just like a skyscraper.
Bee alights, then night.
Snap a picture with my mind,
Hold it for the rest of life.
Yellow
The sun
Bright as fire
Filling me with resolve
Warmth
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