Masterstroke, or Practical Joke?

Full of curiosity,
and hope, which bespoke
a quadril of smoke

in their eyes,

as they look up,
considering a
host of possibilities,

which some may
deem a masterstroke,
and others?

A practical joke.


As I pondered this week’s WDYS #85 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje, I reflected upon our family cat, Whiskers, who still resides with my ex-wife.

I did not have a cat growing up, so when we got Whiskers, I remember watching as she continuously scaled the (un)scalable, thus, masterstroke, and also devoured, well, food, that was not part of her diet.

For example, Whiskers once ate some left over pizza that had been left out. I found this out on my way to the bathroom in the middle of the night by stumbling across the completely empty storage bag, thus, practical joke.

That was fun.

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Fantastical Chimera: Amber and Jeff (5)

Magical density
perplexes the
mind, and
all of it’s
fantastical
notions
of worldly
subsistence,
arriving one
after another,
in a wonderfully
elaborate
alien formation.

Cloaking to be
concealed,
striving to imitate
the chameleon that
no mishape be revealed.

All creatures hunger
for a home,
Chimera hungers too,
yet doomed to roam
a lonely existence
within those
that know the difference,
between the magic in the unseen,
while others remained concealed
and perplexed
by the fantasy roamed ruth.

A being not
of here nor there,
with segments
that do not arrange,
a miscellaneous kit.

Everytime it tries,
as best it may,
to camouflage
an offending section,
knowing that if seen
in the light of day,
the result prophesied
to be rejection.

Ah, the detection
that do insue, yet,
there is another way,
while you pray
and look through
your dismay,
remember the light
is yours to behold,
while you hold tight
to the known.

Authentically
embodies
his maker’s
creation sown,
grandly observing
from the creatures
monumental thrown;
chanting
in the kingdom
of obscure overlapping
dimensional zones.


By Amber of DiosRaw, and myself.

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Contemplation Sincere

The crack
in the pane splinters
in the solitude
of its existence,
and withdrawn
reminiscence.

One becomes another,
a fellow
sees a brother,
and as one moves west,
the other moves east,
in search of sameness,
and a lot of
relational discreteness.

Joined
and separated
by fragments
of time,
we are nonetheless
intertwined,
and in need
of the same pastimes;

where we watch,
and stop
the heart from bleeding,
and instead,
take shelter in
an awareness of all
that pleasure,

of mind.

We Divine

as we are shown,
the reality
of all that’s here,
my dear,
know
that you’re not alone
now,
and never have been,
contemplation sincere.


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Family, Friends, and Kin

Beauty exists in a vacuum
of space and time,
and is all around us, beckoning
us on a heart’s journey
toward fulfillment of all that’s sublime.

Purpose and destiny, bundled up
with tender loving care, and
sealed with a kiss from
all those we’ve
touched

and shared

moments
with, like these.

Just reading or writing a little
before we drift off to sleep,
and dream dreams of
a land so deep and rich,
we’ve wondered
where it’s been
while we were out in search
of all that bliss.

Right here, right now,
present
to humanity within,
and all
those
family, friends and kin.


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Begin to Believe

Have you ever felt
a ripple in time;
or experienced
time slow down enough,
it’s as if this moment
and the next
are imbued
with a singularity
of all of our
collective beingness?

Walking, pondering,
and reflecting
upon life’s mysteries,
I’m at once, called forth
toward a challenge,
and a promise,
given to me when
I was younger,
and a whole lot bolder.

And, as time
spills through my hands,
I watch
as it moves
toward the earth,
being called
to the place of its birth.

And, in this moment,
time becomes
something altogether
extraordinary,
birds sing louder,
the sky opens up,
and there is a shower,
of tears
that pour down,
drenching me to my very core.

And,
as the tears
fall from the sky,
there’s no need
to wonder why
I feel this deep connection
to all of life’s
manifestations.

Now,

as time slows down,
more, and more,
I smile bigger
than ever before.

Sitting in this stillness,
I breathe in and out,
and witness the birth
of a new moment,
where time ripples outward,
and throughout,
every person,
place, and thing,
and I
begin to believe.


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A Blogger’s Diary 5/6/21: On the Week, Writing and Reflecting, and Traveling to Portland and Los Angeles

On the Week

This past week, I’ve been writing quite a bit, yet, as you may have noticed, my blogging schedule has changed. Yep, it was intentional. A few weeks ago, I mentioned slowing down. Little did I know at that time, the writing would keep pouring out of me, yet, I am pleased with developing a new schedule.

My goal is to post about 5 or 6 times a week, with a couple days off mixed in. We will see how it goes.

Oh, and it’s time to travel. Wait, what? Yep, it’s time. I leave for Los Angeles tomorrow morning. Wow. I am very excited to see my mom, sisters, and nieces and nephews, and, of course, to be in LA. More on that in a moment.

First, let’s take a look at some writing that occurred this week.

Writing and Reflecting

The poem Night’s End was first inspired from a WDYS prompt, from Keep it Alive, by Sadje, yet, as I reflected on the poem’s beginning, I had another insight for the prompt, which ended up being the poem My Years. It happens like that sometimes.

Anyway, the poem Nights End then, was a reflection on the trials that we all face, and the knowledge that these tests are a part of the experience of being a human being on this planet. I firmly believe that they are given to us to help us learn. Learn more about all of our shared human beingness. Beautiful.

The poem The Moment’s Prose was a reflection upon how fleeting each moment we have with each other truly is. However, when we are present to this fact, we cherish and relish each of these moments. This was not always the case for me, thus, in this poem, I was reflecting upon the entirety of the concept of love lossed. 

I was also very honored and humbled at being placed in the top 8 of Soni’s Writing Contest this past week. I am so grateful to Soni for facilitating such a lovely writing contest, and am so honored to be selected alongside all of the talented writers. Congratulations to all of the writers that joined Soni’s contest. You are all inspirational and amazing. 


If you’ve not visited Soni’s blog, please do. Soni’s site is inspirational, motivational, and hyper-creative.

Traveling to Portland and Los Angeles

Well, as you may recall, I visited Justin in Portland last weekend, and it was a lovely trip. We enjoyed a lovely hike, visited and talked about a book we are reading together, had some wonderful food, and generally just enjoyed each other’s company.

Here are a couple pics from the trip.

And, yep, next week, tomorrow, in fact, I’ll be boarding an airplane for Los Angeles, for the first time in over 15 months. I am both anxious and very excited. As you may recall, my father passed away about 6 months prior to the pandemic, so seeing my mom will be wonderful.

I’ve no definite plans, will need to work a little while I am there, yet will get to the beach, for sure, and do some shopping, places I cannot access here, and then? Visit and love my family.

Alright, that’s all for this week, my dear friends.

Have a lovely, lovely week.


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Tender Loving Care

Wings take flight,
as I am reminded of my
first introduction to a kite.

The motion of the tether,
whipping this way and that,
it’s as if the kite had a mind of
its own, free from distraction,
and refraction.

The sun shining forth
in all its glory,
and the wind motioning
us forward towards
all that’s allegory.

As it rises in the deep
blue sky,
we wonder why our soul
lifts up so high, yet also sits
tight in the knowing, as there’s
no need to really try.

The kite,
now higher and higher,
lifted on the spirits
of human connection,
we reflect upon
the day’s excursion,
and the merriment
we feel
at the ease
and simplicity
of this day’s profusion.

Deep love
and satisfaction,
joy, and kindness,
all given forth
from a piece of twine
and threads woven
with tender loving care,
and devotion.


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Haiku #28

Photo by Chandan Chaurasia on Unsplash

experientially,
we transcend harmony and
discord both, Divine

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