Day 3 ~28 TO CREATE ~ Breathless
28 to Create 3: Breathing (breathless)
Is it February again already? Surely! Ready to post for the first time …for the second year of 28 to Create! What IS 28 to Create, you may ask yourself. Well, I’ll be nice and give you a link so you can check it out!
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It’s a daily prompt exercise extravaganza that is open to ANYONE who wants to do ANY form of art based on the prompts given! Give it a try! Get involved! Make some art!
I had forgotten to breathe for a day or two.
I had not missed my exhaling of breath,
I was trapped in an ocean of task, riding the wave
and yet~
Only when I had surfaced did I catch the drift.
Watching the foam recede, my emotions spent,
Time had surged on, starfish in tow, floundering
With regret~
I inhaled deeply.
Aware of the ocean’s greedy expanse,
Waiting for the next big wave
Another chance to be breathless….you bet.
My Firstborn Turns 40. January 31, 2014
Is there no purer love than for my own newborn child?
Pushed from my loins,
Watching, listening for your first breath,
Your cry.
Your father was there, stoic,
He held my hand, as good men do.
Who felt the most awe?
My heart felt swollen with emotion,
Hard labor satisfied.
But you were never mine.
You stayed long enough for your glossy wings to dry,
Then flew off into the sunlight.
Life does that.
I Miss Many Things. January 28, 2014
I
I miss many things in winter.
I miss most of all using the word “bloom”.
Flowers bloom.
Then I remember.
Friendships bloom.
Fortunately, they are not seasonal.
We Cannot Change. January 28 2014
We cannot change the world.
We grow old before we realize that the world changes us
into beings who are sad but glad to leave.
Nothing is permanent here.
We cannot promise a better world
To the young who watch us grow old, broken,
Unable to change.
They have yet to realize
They cannot change the world
Scilla Elworthy: Fighting With Non-Violence
Excellent
Softly the Evening Shudders~ January 27 2014
Softly the evening shudders to a stop,
Like the slow steam of an old locomotive
Finally in reach of the station,
Loaded with weary passengers scurrying
to their final destination ~ home.
God’s Smile January 25 2014
God
Looks out every morning
At the living souls
And smiles
On the world he created.
And because he is an artist,
A craftsman,
An architect of lovely acts.
He continues his work
On the not quite finished canvas
If you look closely, we are all sketched in.
What aspirations does he have today?
How near is it to completion?
Occasionally I lose My Joy. January 25,2014
Occasionally
I lose my joy.
It is not gone, really,
Just misplaced.
Temporarily out of order.
I usually notice fairly quickly,
Not right away.
Then something happens.
Fortunately, I am reminded
At a juncture
That I have not seen it
For a while.
So far it has been
Only a stones- throw
And easily coaxed back
Into focus.
Small Stone 2014 – Day 24
🙂
Fine winter drizzle
Gray cloak of clouds hover
In quiet slumber
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© rgb for “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”, 2011 – 2014
January is the month of Mindful Writing: Small stones
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