Love anti love, PAD 25-3, Than-Bauk

 

It’s love, we need.  

Yes, to breed peace.

Indeed, it’s love.

Love antii love PAD 25-2, Tetrctys

 

Write

Your heart

Write your mind

Write your spirit

Write your question, answers, and ponderings

Write to inform, to surprise, to laugh, to love

Write whenever

Write because

Just write

Right?

love/anti love PAD 25-1, terzanelle

 

The Things We Do for Love

 

The thistles here are sharp as tacks.
Unknowingly, we bring them in.
We find them when we feel the pain.

 

Inside, barefoot or socks so thin.
They lie in wait for us to find.
Unknowingly, we bring them in.

 

Those little rascals are unkind. 
They pierce through socks and stick in skin.
They lie in wait for us to find.

 So I search for them to begin.

And be glad when I step on one.
They pierce through socks and stick in skin.

 

Because for Hubby it’s less fun.
So I attempt to find them first.
And be glad when I step on one.

 

He always feels the pain the worst.
The thistles here are sharp as tacks.
So I attempt to find them first.
We find them when we feel the pain.

 

 

 

Living Creature, PAD 24-3, tanka

 

Legacy

 

Writer sits alone

But with the whole world in mind

Writing to no one

But writing to everyone

Letting it flow, inside out 

Living creature PAD 24-2, Tableau

 Hubby Tableau

 

I hear squeaks, rattles,

And giggles, sometimes.

Hubby in hallway

Slightly bent over

Pushing his walker

Coming to breakfast

 

He speaks with effort

His garbled greeting

Sits at the table

On his padded seat

Two strokes have aged him

But he’s still Hubby

 

We pray together

Thank God for the food

We don’t talk a lot

So he can swallow

It has been eight years

A lot to swallow

Living creature, PAD 24-1, synchronicity

 Visitor

 

Eight-foot fence around our back yard

Does not deter our neighbor’s cat

He leaps

 

He scouts our yard for moving things

He looks at me with sideways glance

He comes

 

Beautiful long, blackish-brown fur

Plump, rather big for a kitty

He sits

 

At my feet, he rolls on his back

“Rub my fat belly,” he demands

I do

 

I tire and quit so he stands

But he lingers, hoping for more

Not now

 

I go back inside through glass doors

I look back, he stands, expectant

Questions

 

Aren’t you going to let me in?

Aren’t you going to adopt me?

Never

 

He turns and leaps over my fence

But days later, he’s at my feet

Hello

Response PAD 23-2, Poetic Bloomings, night, swap quatrain

 

A Poem of Praise

 

I look to You, almighty God,

You are perfect and I am flawed.

I know that You will see me through.

Almighty God, I look to You.s

 

I sing Your praise into the night.

You are the way, the truth and light.

You are worthy, my voice I raise.

Into the night, I sing Your praise.

 

With thankful heart, I come to You.

Appreciate all that You do.

You have been with me from the start.

I come to You, with thankful heart.