Positive Extinction

Pain and sorrow,
Bleak tomorrows,
Loneliness, depression deep…
You believe it,
Think you see it:
You’re not worthy of your dreams…

In this world of churning changes,
Couldn’t these become extinct?

Likely no,
So may we grow
In all the good we can perceive!


My Quadrille in response to Linda’s “extinction” prompt at
dVerse.

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Nick of Time

Nick O’Brien started crying:
What’s the point of life?
Never trying, always sighing,
Glaring at his wife.

Nicky’s spirit got to hear it –
Whisper deep inside…
Came to cheer and left his fearing,
Swallowing his pride,
Sharing burdens, joys and hurting,
Letting love abide.


My “nick” Quadrille for De at
dVerse.

Tranquility Test

When I quit the quirks of thinking
Without fretting on my fate;
When I shift the ship that’s sinking
With lamenting fear of late…
If my soul, in seeking solace
Finds rest for resting’s sake,
Then tranquility’s a chancy chance
My mindfulness can take!


My “tranquility” Quadrille for Lillian at
dVerse.

Ancient Voice

My mind and body still recall
The years I cherished most of all,
When I played piano all through day and night.
I learned to laugh; I learned to sing.
I learned to cope with anything;
An ancient voice that speaks my spirit bright.

Original Songs

Not every song I wrote on piano was in 3/4 or waltz time, even though all of these are. 🙂

Love

In the Meantime

Shalom! Baruch Haba!

(Hebrew)

Come unto Me


My “voice” Quadrille for De at
dVerse.
Join us! You’re next in the Q!

Invasion

Once I dreamt I was the moon, bright and full, watching over the June night sky and everyone beneath me. I’ve seen a lot of things in my time, but nothing could prepare me for what I witnessed then.

I gazed upon a woman who wrote all night. Poems, songs, journal entries… But she was neither writing nor sleeping. Instead, she lay in bed, considering a new relationship with a man far away. He was a writer, too, but they had never met. She marveled at how he could invade her heart and home with just the touch of his words. His poem even said he loved her. But how would this invasion change her life?

Suddenly, I awoke. No, I was not the moon. I was the woman in the dream, still wondering how your invasion would change my life.

Now I know!


This was written for the following prompts:
Prosery #2 at dVerse,
FOWC with Fandango: Touch,
#RDP #Ragtag Daily Prompt Friday: Prepare.

Thank you all for these prompts! You keep me writing. 🙂