We Bring What We Can

Your photos breathe the beauty of connection

I bring what I can

Your depth of love and willing intervention

I bring what I can

Your wisdom voiced with ageless perception

I bring what I can

Your mysticism met with introspection

I bring what I can

Your analysis, reasoned frustration

I bring what I can

Your healing gentleness and understanding

I bring what I can

Your thoughtful prose and poetry, attention

I bring what I can

Your humour, stoicism, recollections

I bring what I can

Your friendship ‘cross the distance, humbled

I bring what I can

All grist to the mill from splendid isolation

We bring what we can

So many faceless voices, willing

Aspirants of worldly entente cordiale.

In reading and commenting on blogs today, and the word ‘isolation’ running through my mind since waking, I find myself humbled and grateful to be part of this great blogging community. So many others I could have mentioned. So many people everywhere bringing life and thought to their pages. Always reaching out. Bless you all. And, as my lovely blogging bud, Rene, always says in closing her emails and posts – Peace and Love.

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Sounds Apt

One there was that danced upon the surface

Seeking honoured place to rest and let it be

Dedicated to communication

Prepared to work alone or company

To singular intention caught in heartbeat

Rhythm born intrinsic in its sound

Worked its way along the lines of empty

Espied its niche and settled right way round

Others clambered to be party to this

Festive wake where all sounds go to lie

Rejoicing in the mini death from random

Found a better place to conjure why

Purpose to existence in their being

Favoured by the one who may not know

Whether each and every grapheme chosen

Will do their job well, meaning to bestow

Rest ye well all phonics torn from alpha

Through omega, all that serve between

Many are there waiting, be not ill-used

Repose, post work, to know that you have been

Picked before all others still awaiting

Skill by some more gifted, all must wait

Practise while you work upon the forming

Perhaps some day may praise at well-placed state

 

Characters that haunt with saddest weeping

Shadows of the words they could have been

Spectred to ill-chosen, used and destined

To roam forever dwelling might have beens

Words evasive, parted soul from symbol

Vacant shells now cast adrift to face

The artifice of empty, this their fate flawed

Selected, misappropriated waste

In phrases, chosen chasms that despoil them

How can any cast thus find in name

Any sound or timbre worth their purpose

Poor letters, never stamped but sent the same

No one ever will recall their passing

Too many of their siblings chosen best

Selected by a wisdom quite elusive

While shallow markings never etched true worth.

Still the sounds browse up and down for tempo

Seeking yet their place upon the map

Desire for destination in their searching

Union with all others for sounds apt.

 

Fusion

One kiss in night

To make all right.

One touch, one glance, one ask.

Trust it’s true and lingers still,

No hardship, lovers’ task.

 

Dreams live on

When two belong,

Connection does not sever.

Hold tight to reins, accept again,

Two hearts may love deliver.

 

In darkness deep

Reigns healing sleep,

Fantasy fuels the fever,

Thoughts and feelings, hearts and souls

Make of us believers.

 

Castles in the air arise,

Fully formed before our eyes,

Entranced by loving reveries,

Shadowed world in night time’s bliss

Negates realities.

 

Still in mind imagining,

Aspirations, hope may bring,

Unsubstantial visions vie, for

Significance

Seeks  solace, you and I.

 

Where world of dreams, reality

Coincide outside of fantasy

And love that bubbles up inside

May pour forth,

Dwell and abide.

 

In day to day of life anointed,

Fate decided and appointed

Who we love and why and how.

We question then accept

And bow.

 

For greater than a mind’s unease

Resides tenderness that may appease

All who wander in their dreams, wonder in the night,

If life affirming love remains,

Hold on to all so tight.

 

No lover’s voice with whispered oath,

Still haunted by abandoned ghost,

Delivers words that once they’re spoken

Leaves hurt and loss

Or hearts unbroken.

 

A measured way,

Some little sway

In expectations’ path

Once again love sustains,

In future we may laugh

 

At all that seemed such hardship then,

Invoked the mind and so the pen,

Held fast to all that we hold near,

Love remains

It does, my dear.

 

No love that’s ever given freely

Regrets those words announced so sweetly.

Our hearts not made of solid stone,

Delivered words, all heart displayed,

These do not die alone.

 

 

Illusory

Elusive,

Illusory,

Merely

Suggestion.

Absent body,

Facial expression

To know.

Smatterings,

Glimpsed thoughts,

Ideas,

As little

Or much

We choose

To show.

 

Painstakingly

Heartfelt

Revelations,

Profound,

Simplistic,

Unrealised

Observations.

Read,

Reread,

Unread,

Poured oil

Pored over.

Understanding

Or incomprehension.