Nothing within
Or without.
What do I have, what can I offer
That is beautiful
Or elegant,
Unique
Or sublime?
Try, just try
She told herself,
Finally.
And so, with genuine effort,
Resolve and enthusiasm
She was able to rock her own world.
Self-confidence: To the moon.
The resulting joy: Profound.
Curiosity: I think I can, I think I can.
This changes everything…
Daily Prompt: Create
Small children
Their shining innocence,
Their capacity for joy.
Oh! And I’ll take some of that wild, exuberant energy of theirs too, please.
Daily Prompt: Paragon
We are limited in scope
To what we can accomplish
This day, this hour, this minute.
This life.
The breadth and depth and velocity
Of our passions
Is the key.
The volume of life is consummated in perfection: Love, kindness, nature and beauty.
Nothing matters more. All else matters, really, not at all.
Daily Prompt: Volume
Family traditions
Revived each generation.
Heirlooms, rightful treasures
Secrets manufactured and displayed.
Attempts to douse the light:
Darkness reigns, the human condition embellished.
And yet, no amount of scrub and polish
Can undo that which must not be known.
Private affairs must remain so,
Confidences never shattered.
A sigh and one’s gaze, averted
To shutter and deny what is true.
Too heavy a burden to rest on any one’s soul ~ for a lifetime, no less.
Some skeletons are best kept in the graveyard of ancient understanding.
Let those whose skins have been shed and stripped away rest in peace.
A sanctuary for all.
Daily Prompt: Polish
The painter’s brush
Strokes of color and genius
Inspired by light,
Love and hate. Questions, too.
The writer, as well,
Conveys a matching brilliance.
One that is more subtle
And thus, all the more endearing –
And precious – for the beholder.
Muse. Inspiration.
Wild delight!
The lovely words:
My refuge, my joy.
My flight.
So many times
Where I’ve tried to connect
But you have all spurned me.
Made me feel to be less.
Now, though, I am stronger,
More sure of myself.
I no longer seek your approval.
Although, I’d surely welcome it
If it were to come freely.
Lacking that,
Can you hardly blame me for going my own way?
Daily Prompt: Distant
A duality exists in our
Humanest of natures.
Traces of both
Good: Generosity, kindness, heroism, shades of the divine.
And of Evil: Selfishness, manipulation, deceit, even cruelty.
If we are, each of us, honest, we know this is true even of ourselves. For consideration, this: Which do we prefer?
Daily Prompt: Trace
One step (or three, many more) too far,
Opportunities long since gone.
To come clean and do what’s right
To all those who’ve been wronged.
The world watches, stunned and weary.
Some respond with glee.
Several now just shake their heads
“We’re witnessing history.”
Daily Prompt: Precipice
Each day I’m more perplexed.
Stories going this way and that.
Dangerous pathways
Every single one of them.
Madness…
Daily Prompt: Maze
I wish to pursue that which I have perused….
Daily Prompt: Pursue
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