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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Iqbal Nuril @ Pixabay

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My Years

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I take in all of my
surroundings, intellectual
while the verse and song
pour forth
from every fiber of my being.

beckons me forward,
and I march to it’s tune,
displaying a solitary shield
and armor,

while the masses
jumbled up
with preoccupations,
without ever giving
a single
glance, mention, or merry.

I realize,
it’s theirs to hold,
just as it is
to behold,

the music
as it flows
from my heart
to their ears,
even when they
think they’ve missed
my years.

In response to the WDYS #84 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

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Image credit; Mine

Mountains in the distance,
at times,
it’s how it feels when
we are apart,
not living in this instance.

I look out over the rippling
blue water
waving at me,
shimmering in the partial sun
on a day
that is mostly gone.

And, I feel quiet inside,
as I consider
the measure of our commonness,
and smile in the knowing,
that we
will harness more

time, as needed,

as we prepare
for the next confidence
of our
collective consciousness.

In response to the WDYS #83 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

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Image credit; Gabriella Clare Marino@ Unsplash

The table is set,
should I call the rest?

It’s that time again.

to come together, and talk
about the weather, nay
politics, isn’t it rich?

I reminisce.

Times at the table, the sun
shining outside, cascading inside
filtered light, a delight.

Grandparents in the kitchen,
one hovering over a pot,
beans of some kind,
a roast in the oven,
and kids running
back and forth,
such fun.

All didn’t fit at the tiny table,
9 kids in all, with another,
oh, 20 plus or so,
cousins, ourselves,
we did call.

Though we didn’t all fit at the tiny table,
a much larger one
could be found on the patio,
crafted and created by my dear grandfather,
so long ago.

like this are so rich and full of life,
it’s like I can taste the food,
and feel the conversation,
at times, yes, full of strife;
and, yet love was at the center,
through tons of stormy weather.

Connections like this are rare indeed.

My invitation?

and love those closest to you,
when you feel the need.

In response to the WDYS #78 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

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365 Revolutions

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A candle do I see
Standing straight and tall
Just like a tree

A strong base that holds it tight
All throughout the night
Flame atop
Is such a beautiful delight

A number we are given
Each year we pass the test
Just like the rest within the nest

Of humanity, and yes

We are given other things,
Like names that we hold dear
All throughout our years

On this planet
Spinning around the sun, and
Every 365 revolutions we earn another one

In response to the WDYS #57 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

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A Reflection Poem

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Is that you I see,
Or is that me
Chasing after you
Along this life,
Yet You’ve always stayed

In place, a majestic space
Full of grace, and
A long lingering embrace

When confused, I look
And see
You reflected back at me

The love inside given,
Without a hand out
Always forgiven, and
Mutually driven

Toward tomorrow
With a sense of purpose
And always enveloped

In a love I see and feel
Deep down
At the core of Being

No mistakes or fleeing,
Always a returning, and
A knowing,
Even when times are tough
And slow-going

Always there in connection
As I stare outward
At that sparkling reflection

A mirror of my Soul,
Which doeth take part
And happily impart
Everlasting joy,

A true beauty to enjoy
Is this thing we call life

In response to WDYS #56 on Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

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A Wonder Poem


Lives in all places
Where light and dark
Play and roam, fancy
To find the tome

Of your heart’s desire

Where lives the fire
That stood that night
When times were a fright

Yet, were also alright

Because you knew
the Truth
About a life that lives
By light

That Wonder

Extinguishes the darkness
Of all the hours

Until the flowers bloom

And also always loom
Like a boon
Of Wonder, for
You to discover

Know It is always alight

And knows
You are alright
Even in times of
Discorded plunder

When you are asunder

There is and
Will always be Wonder

Have a wonderful evening, everyone.

In response to the WDYS prompt #53 by Sadje on Keep it Alive.

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A Wisdom Poem


What do you see
When you look in my eyes

Of times gone by
Or times yet to be

Questions you have
About that which was grand

And though they are
Please don’t forget

A full life-lived

That with what was
grand and noble
Comes also, the
Drab and ignoble

Love knows, and
Embraces both

For love we are
Trying for something more
Is nevermore

For Sadje’s prompt WDYS #52.

Be well everyone.

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