There are times, it seems,
like in misty dreams
where a lack of color
brings clarity.
Subtle hues of
shadow and light,
a silent whisper
of Earth’s delight.
Timeless,
Motionless,
Ethereal.
Perhaps the reds
and golds and blues,
the roses’ blush
and sunset views,
obscure,
detract,
the impact
of line and form,
cool and warm.
Enter imagination-
sharp, unfurled-
in the blink of an eye
to color my world!
Cheryl KP
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Somehow in this life, this dream, I have challenged myself to function in a most analytical arena, stretching my powers of detailed memory and patience, compassion and tolerance often to the edge of snapping. I love good communication with my fellow humans; however a work environment leaves little time or condusence to pleasant, equal exchange and yet I must communicate all day long. By the time I get home I long to slip out of my work scrubs, slip into comfy clothes, make a drink and sit outside. That is where my truest connections seem to be.
The world beyond our ordinary scope of viewing is vast, fascinating and ever changing. Most people aren’t aware of the precesses going on above, below and around them as they sleep walk through so many of their life moments.
I could bemoan the fact that, if only I’d waited a bit longer before making some of my life choices, I might have chosen a different path. An entimologist? Ornothologist? Veterinarian? The truth is that, although the world of Science and Nature fascinates me, along with all the interesting facts and discoveries that are made daily; I would be bored in a labarotory doing calculations, looking into microscopes and possibly seeing things that would make me sad.
What I really love is just observing the small things that show up whenever I feel down, when beauty seems elusive and my heart is heavy. Just watching how they seem to delight in their work that goes on each and every moment for the survival of their, as well as our, species eases my weary soul.
Have a look through the lens and see what I see….
“What a beautiful flower,” she said as she passed by.
A world of wonder when viewed with a keen eye.
We could take a cue from our little friends
about the nature of cohabitation, cooperation
and sharing.
Unless I get too close!
My faery friends have been slow to show themselves but we have had some interesting moths lately. Many I have never seen before.
I’ve said it before but it bears repeating.
Take a moment to look beyond what you expect to see. Open your heart and soul to the connectedness of the All That Is. Think about being social with a different kind of network.
They were here first..
This post is part of Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt. Visit her blog for links to more great prompts and meet some fine bloggers.
For some lessons on good social behavior you should pop over to the bar and chat with Dan of No Facilities.
Happy Free 48!
Dozy Rosy
slumbering
warm and cozy
softly peeks
Summer speaks
a sultry
taunting, haunting
tale of long days
and warm nights
no longer she fights
Awake!
Forsake the calm
of slumber
time for
posey,
dear Rosy
Smile!
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Quickly! Hold your candles high,
oh Children of the Light
and do not let them flicker
through
the cold and angry night.
As darkness slips
across the land,
the bony fingers
of its hand
fill the empty hearts
and break the fractured minds
of the lost and angry kind
with insidious accuracy
as it is wont to do.
The Destroyer playing
hide and seek
while feeding on
the lost and weak,
and crying foul
within the game
Fear works to snuff
the very flame
it desires above all else.
Raise your voices high,
oh you Bringers of the Dawn,
the King is growing restless,
time to check him with
a pawn.
Light the corners,
fill the holes
of the lost
and weary souls
so that Fear cannot
reside there,
deceipt cannot hide there
where Love takes up the space.
Awake, ye Crystal Child,
for the time is drawing nigh,
pluck the stars from heaven’s
garden, and please do not be shy!
Create a brilliant, bright bouquet
and with your Wisdom run and play.
Bring back to life
what now is dying,
expose the jackals
that are lying.
Wake, oh Children,
sleep no more,
for patient Death
is at the door-
and he is ravenous.
CKP
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This post is part of Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt. For a little of that Brother Love and old time religion while enjoying a beer, visit Dan’s place.
Adrift on a sea of velvet dreams-
soft, pink memories that fade
in the harsh light of reality.
I wander through the hallows
of the forgotten, where moments
sharp as cut diamonds tempt my
hopeful heart, whisper my name-
beckoning, taunting, haunting,
cruel, heartless passion!
Tis a lonely journey,
wheel of life an endless round,
seeking love that won’t be found,
that cannot hear
the beat of a tender heart.
Over and around, up
and down. In and out
and round about.
So, even if there be no end
what can be lost if thus a friend
is made along the way?
What more to say?
Better, then, to have a friend
and not impassioned story end,
than wrapped in deep desire
to sink writhing in its mire
without friendship’s warm
embrace to fan the fire.
Can you see me?
Can you feel me
like a whisper,
as a prayer,
a breath,
regret?
Cheryl KP
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Kiss me quick!
I’m feeling sick.
Waves of desire burn like fire!
Singe my soul
and
make me whole.
Kiss me quick!
Twinkle, twinkle
little star
how bright and
beautiful you are
against your universe
of green,
a whisper, soft and oft
unseen.
Touch of gold,
evening treasure,
wealth beyond
the greatest measure,
gift within the gift
so sweet!
The bee and me,
serendipity,
to share this
sweet
inheritance.
Tickle me pink
as perched on the brink
of certain magnificence
and feigning innocence
before the morrow’s tender bloom
a blushing bride awaits her groom.
He shall not come!
The footmen gather at the door
hungry, lusting, wanting more
and enter when, no longer, shy
she spreads herself beneath the sky,
sweet honey then in dewy wet
will, on their tongues without regret,
intoxicate, inebriate, satiate,
blissfully exonerate
their wickedness.
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Almost Friday my lovely friends! WOO HOO!
When the noise of existing
becomes so loud that the
cry of my soul is muted
and the tears I shed
wash over my heart
as the anchor of despair
pulls me beneath
a sea of dark sorrow,
I remember why I came
to this spinning orb,
Wonderland of diversity-
the challenge of survival
a prime directive.
When all that remains is
living, my need slips into
perspective once more
as Illusion slinks into
the shadows of desire.
Sunlight tingles my skin,
a cool breeze kisses my face
as all of Existence whispers
to my weary being,
”Breathe, rest your mind
and join us in celebration
of this brilliant moment.
Time vanishes when
life is measured in
glorious being.
Can you see it?
Can you hear it?
Can you feel the
drumming of
Nature’s heartbeat?”
I can. I do. And all pain
melts into a river of
the Forgotten once more.
Go outside today. Open your eyes. Your ears.
be silent and wait.
Allow yourself to be healed.
Don’t just pay lip service to relaxation and rejuvenation.
Have a truly #Free48!
Thanks to Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt ‘lip’. Visit her place for other great posts and read about this and other fun blog prompts on her site.
And if you had bad service as a consumer this week, check out Dan’s bar post for this week. Customer Service is alive and well in Hartford!
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