Familiarity, as Drug

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Prompt:  Familiarity drugs thought, and begins to blur instinct.

(Piece must be in multiples of 50 words – maximum of 250)

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Familiarity, as drug…

That’s rich, perfect

Solves mystery, satisfies

Child-within’s “why?”

Seemed apparent that

Mom didn’t think, didn’t

Particularly observe; or

Perhaps neglected effort

To process what was daily

Before her eyes, ears

Her children…and translate into

Thought, that which required

Responsive words, actions…

Maternal instinct blurred, evaporated.

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Shade Within Shadows (#writephoto)

Thursday photo prompt: Shadows #writephoto

Shade within shadows

Times fit ‘tween Time, memories

Places niched in mind

Where those who live forever

Reside caped by filtered light

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Tiptoe, Please (#writephoto)

Thursday photo prompt: Untrodden #writephoto

I dreamed of being

Untrodden, untracked by prints

Heavy careless feet

Stomping, stumbling ‘gainst my heart

Tiptoe, please…make peaceful path.

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Bucket List: To Be Free

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Could have been us…

50 years, maybe you’d

Have figured out I wasn’t

Extension of you, but separate

And not your slave

You lacked interest in learning me

Healthy love was foreign language

Too broken, no strength to wait

For ‘maybe things will change’

I can’t even envy old couples I see.

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Our Painted World

What do you See? Nov/27/2018

You might have painted world for me…

Broad brushstrokes lighting seasons

With melded ocean hues

Night ‘n day, tidal hush, waves of froth-edged blue

Pointillistic sequin-starlight, periwinkle dusk

Pastel bouquet, tentacled, sea anemones

Trees drip sapphires all year-round

Beneath them fragrant lush jade ground

Lifted, blissed, above mad Earth

Siren songs waft ‘mid wind chimes

There we’d love, mute clock e’er stopped

At perfect younger time…

Dream me another canvas, dear

With books that float, a word-full boat

I will bide adoringly, fill pages, penning lines

Imaginary memories, far-fetched romantic rhymes.

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Mercurial Madness Stalks

In Other Words, madness…

 

 

 

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Stealthy stalker of our souls

Stirs street riot in mind, emotions

Mercurial madness torches steady reason, joy

Fast-flash mood-switch squelches festive ebullience

Firm voice breaks through:  “Be still…I Am your God, I’m here”.

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“Be silent before the LORD, all humanity, for he is springing into action from his holy dwelling.” Zechariah 2:13  New Living Translation

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He Breathes No More (3LineTales)

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Barely audible above agitated sea’s tumultuous waves, spewed foam…flock of gulls wing and wail, dip and soar, mimic ocean’s throaty roar.

I ponder, listen intently for message, mystery deep beneath; treasure carried, trustworthy, by avian heart’s true weep.

And so they bring words to the shore, bow their heads before they speak—“My Lady, your Love, fiercely faithful, passions belonging only to you…regrettably, he breathes no more”.

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Advent Assurance

Ragtag Daily Prompts combined…links throughout poem.

Vigorous frost wears brilliance like

Winter jewels strung, entwined  along

Autumn’s shoulders; sparking from

Her ears, wrists; encircling fingers

Mysteriously beckoning.

Soul, be grateful for this glimpsed

Glimmer, Star in the East, Holy harbinger

Foreshadowing:  in rough manger-born

Blessed baby King…anointed with wisdom

He’ll not be unaware of what’s to come

Won’t walk away from God’s chosen ones

Entrusted to His shepherding care

The Lord is with us, Immanuel

Prophets foretold, angels declare

Christ, living bridge between God, man

Destined Savior, will redeem the Fall

Restore each heart prone to falter

Shatter in crash of flesh, spirit married…

He recognizes, shows compassion to

Imperfect vessels created to carry Eternal

Ideal; His love, grace, resurrection power

Will save, heal, transform in mercy’s hour

Dust and tears of shuffling pilgrims

Sculpt each one into masterpiece which

Magnifies glory, God’s praises forever.

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Soul Assault

Scott’s Daily Prompts combined…links throughout poem.

Seemingly no pause in pressure

Double-down assault from Hell

The Enemy, Liar-Thief, pays no

Respect, regard…feels only

Antipathy for faithful soul…

He toils, gleeful zealot, takes

No breaks, scoffs at holidays

Guffaws as I convulse in sore

Frenetic paralysis…eyelids close

Against night which is more

Than mere darkness endless

Yearning for escape, begging God

To snip heart-string tethering

Lead-weighted frame to Earth…

No longer encumbered by

Numbered harrowing yesteryears

Short faux-hope tomorrows

Let me, footloose, fly

Higher than gilt horizon

Homeward-gleaming

December’s twilight sky.

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Blizzard Child

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Just a bud, the sleepy child…
Fine dark hair contrasting against
The snow…no one could see her curled
Against the birch trunk, among trees
Lined like guardians keeping watch.

Chimes had been ringing for days
Bell rope cinched between
Chapped, worried hands:
Where could she be?

Townsfolk prayed for a sign
And busy whispers went on
Did someone take her?
Was she murdered?

The trees knew…she had run
Away to them, small as she was
Seeking protection, freedom…
They bent their branches, created

Canopy, covering her chilled form.

Wind blew, pushing furious icy storm
Forth, turning her tears to pearls
And diamonds as she slept…
Soon it was a blizzard.

Only angels could be discerned
Amid the whooshing white, their
Feathered wings beating rhythmically…

They had come for the child
Who’d been tossed aside like trash, and
Lifting her, lifeless, they returned Home.

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Warrior in Shambles

Word of the Day combined challenges…links throughout poem.

Thought I was moonstruck temporarily

Beguiled by pearlescent sphere which whips

A fever…mind kindling tinder, emotions

Singeing imagination

But Moon withdrew sparking scepter

Left November’s shivery chill…

And peace in shambles.

Despite Faith’s conviction, soul’s

Autumnal camaraderie

My praise is doleful, dismal

Hope dubious, diminishing

My hymn less psalm of David

More fatigued grief’s dirge…my

Prayer, for blissed oblivion.

Sometimes best position in battle

Is Rest—not weak resignation

But purposed decision—docile

Surrender to Sovereign God

Who fights for weary child within

Restores, refreshes, shores up

The fervent warrior heart.

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Covenant Grace

 

In Other Words, grace…

Prompt:  Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word grace

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Heart lives ‘neath palm trees

Mere blurry mental mirage

Daily prism paints

Rainbow arches, covenant

Reminder, God’s vow of Grace

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Genesis 9:13, “I set My bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a sign of a covenant between Me and the earth.”  NASB

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