Devotion #Photography #Poetry

 

Is there any virtue sweeter than devotion,

can one bear the crushing joy of such emotion?

To share the least of what is rare and purely treasured-

in such simple holy gifts is true love measured.

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What passes in the mundane way of living

is the grandest form of unabashed giving,

like shiny pearls are strung and flung

as music lilting from the tongue

of Mother Nature-love is sung,

the Symphony of Life!

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That, my friends, is a Bubba bird. He brings only the choicest berries to his mate and not just one but a mouthful! How do I know? I happen to be lucky enough to be cared for by the original Bubba Bird.

The truest love is not defined by the grand gestures of poets and kings, but rather rises in the heart and soul of selfless giving.

Happy #Free48!

 

 

 

 

 

More….

More than what you see

this mystery of me,

beyond illusion

life’s delusion

in dusty haze

its sultry ways

deceptive

protective

lest you look too close,

lest you find

there behind

the buzz and fluff

and busy stuff

a soul so bare-

Do you dare

look inside

where it hides

shivering,

quivering…

hoping you see,

the truth that is me-

more.

Cheryl KP copyright 2019

 

 

 

 

Color My World..

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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

copyright words and image 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Another Dream

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….

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“What a beautiful flower,” she said as she passed by.

A world of wonder when viewed with a keen eye.

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No rest for the busy tiny overlooked bee

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Yet she seems happy scooping pollen up so lovingly

 

We could take a cue from our little friends

about the nature of cohabitation, cooperation

and sharing.

 

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Each so busy with its work to mind the other. Soon they may switch places.

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Such a lovely busy bee, pays no mind to me..

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.

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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!

 

Sweet Captivity

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Somewhere~

in the silent breath twixt unconcious bliss

and first morning light’s dewy kiss

my soul stands still,

my mind’s free will

unfettered by the constraints

of cruel convention,

what strange dimension

of perfect comprehension,

the bliss of awakening.

Gone the phantasm of night,

its war of demons driven back

by crystal shards of daylight~

my heart softly weeps

for the memory sleeps

on within its cell,

magic’s darkest spell

lingering,

fingering

the rusty keys,

tormenting,

unrelenting.

The choice  my own,

the seeds were sown

so long ago.

How could I know 

such sweet  fruit

would wither, rotten

in the garden of the forgotten,

where silence is not golden

but deafeningly black and blue~

It waits there for you.

 

Cheryl KP copyright words and images 2019

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