As the World Falls Down..

Of late I have been avoiding the overwhelming feelings that wait at my heart’s door. The tap, tapping of despair, frustration, anxiety and disappointment wait, torches held high and voices crying out, to rouse my soul into complete and utter fear over what is becoming of this world. While there has always been chaos and disorder on the outside, beyond the borders of this country, I had a sense of things being generally alright in my own little space of it. Perhaps it was naivety or willfull ignorance, or a bit of both. Now that disaster seems determined to invite itself upon us here in the ‘land of the free’, and with my advancing age, my sense of well being and security grows less steady.

So, since there is limitation to what I can do ‘out there’, I turn once again within. If I can create harmony within my soul, find peace in my own being, and create at least a small space of beauty to retreat to, then there is one iota of positive change in the Creator’s world.

Hubby and I have been working hard to get our little garden thriving and are hoping these sweltering days don’t prove stronger than its will to survive. It has become a nice little haven for me lately. I hope we all have a brighter, more positive week ahead.

David Bowie has long been a favorite of mine and Labyrinth remains one of the best musical family films ever made.

Enjoy!

Thank you Mr Bowie, for being brilliant. We miss you!

 

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Awake!

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

copyright 2019

 

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Image courtesy of https://images.app.goo.gl/qDfuBFuPEJQL8naE6

 

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.

 

 

 

 

Time and Again/#1LinerWednesday

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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

Copyright Words and photo 2019

 

 

 

In the Garden #SoCS

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.

 

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Charlotte’s child spinning effortlessly
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Hello! I’ve missed you.
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Magic appears when you least expect it.

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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Cheesy/#SoCS

 

Yep. I went there. I know this might be a cheesy submission for Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt today. The word is fab, so well, here you have it.

In my defense it has been a far less than fab week for me, beginning with the leaking ceiling. Even though the leak itself was repaired the next day, we are still waiting for the ceiling to be repaired. We complained enough that someone came and put up the basic beginnings of a ceiling, so at least we put the washer and dryer back into place and-yay!-we can do laundry again. You never realize what a luxury that is unless you have ever been without it. Which I have. A few times. A toilet that works-indoors-and a nice washer and dryer head up my top ten list of conveniences.

As for whiter than white towels, I love those nifty colorsafe Clorox pucks. Not that I have enthralling over-the-fence gab sessions about them. Who has the time? Or the energy. After this past week I am tempted to bury my head under a pillow until the Fourth of July. I could use some beautiful fireworks about now.

To my friend and bar patron Dan thanks for the shout out and photos of that yummy food today. You have inspired me to climb out of bed and make a spectacular dinner. Or at least go and find one. Check out Dan’s bar conversation today. I hear his bartender makes a mean Michelada. 😉

I Am Not

invisible

insignificant

impudent

ignorant…

 

 

Fading..

falling

failing

flailing

against the current..

 

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clinging..

clawing

crying

to the darkness…

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     you win!

The light within

slowly dies,

not by the sword

 

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but the word..

so many words-

cruel

careless

cold

callously bold.

 

beware!

This life

so fragile

fickle

fleeting…

ephemeral beauty

in hand

so quickly slips away…

 

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as a child’s blown bubble,

lost on the winds

of desperation..

salvation

for the weary

bleary

teary eyed dreamer.

we seldom recognize magnificence until it is gone..

 

we are not forever in this dream,

nightmare

illusion

confusion

of the soul.

Will you say you know me

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on the far side of eternity?

 

Will you even recognize my face

in that strange, exotic place

of forgotten sorrows?

I wonder….

 

 

I am the piece that

doesn’t fit

the square peg

in a sea of round

holes.

I shall not forget,

never regret

that we met-

once more.

 

copyright words and images CKP 2019

What Dream, This Life..

A blink…

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A flash…

a whisper…

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A wink.

A breath..

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A sigh…

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In the twinkle of an eye..

 

 

As softly passing by,

 

 

Life nods and grins

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at the child within

 

 

our eager souls.

repeat.

rewind.

Of like

and kind

we circle back on all

we thought we learned and knew-

so bound by emotion,

our devotion to the dream

reigns supreme before all

options-

may the odds be

ever in our favor..

 

 

as we savor

sweet surrender

to the bonds so

warm and tender-

silken chains,

we are engrossed

in the stories that we write

 

 

with blood and tears about

this so called Life.

 

A scream,

a heartbeat,

a giggle,

a moan

and the flutter of wings

will carry us home…

 

Cheryl KP

copyright words and images 2019