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Magical Brew

tea

Autumn sunshine
burst of energy
dark clouds banished for now

flags blowing
crisp attention
patriotism on display
no indication of alchemy at hand

delicate flavors
sweet aroma
hint of mystery in a cup

it’s magic
in a cup
magic steeping
brewing
in a cup

time stands still
with the meeting of two friends
encapsulated in a hug
encapsulated in a cup

a spell is cast with the first sip
the first kiss
the first sip of tea
that kisses the lips

roar of an engine breaks the enchantment
boxes are delivered
bicycles scoot by

music plays
patio drinks and laughter
weekend at hand
but
the mind is lost
steeped in memory
passion brewing
heat of magic
conjured in a cup
lingers on the lips

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Time

time

(internet photo)

 

rushing
rushing
escaping time

wind whistles through air
siren song accompaniment
for racing heart
chasing balance
high heels and oxfords
march swiftly
through their appointments
and agendas
trying not to step on toes
or become scuffed

time escaping
slipping by
quick sip of bitter coffee
gone cold
waiting
ignored
warmth evaporated

time slipping by without thought or care
for what we do
toys tossed carelessly in a corner
building blocks in disarray
aging parents
ignored
waiting
for a visitor

time passes no matter what
pop tarts and cinnamon buns
robust wine
talcum powder
time witnesses our fickle tastes and desires
what’s new becomes old
becomes new
becomes old again
cycle continues with each generation

we try to grasp it
save it
hoard it
yet it remains elusive
here but not here

watches and calendars
timex and rolex
bring order to our day
connect the dots
compartments
squares
little boxes to fill in
with soft leaded pencil
so changes can be erased
more time filled
no permanent marks left behind

continually chased
continually used
measured time
surrendered time
nap time
down time
it’s all about time

yours until the end of time

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High Alert

voodoo-doll
(image credit: Jorshma)

High Alert sixth sense
quantum physics
theory of relativity
incomprehensible
I’m not a scientist
but I know you need me

different province
different time zone
I feel your hurt
feel your pain

Birth cord not severed upon delivery
blood bleeds red
pulse skips
touches both
voodoo doll empathy
I’m walking along and suddenly I hurt
I think of you and know
there is pain
I do not know why
but I feel it just the same

We’re on this journey together
whether you know it or not
defying scientific principle
we remain connected

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Moon Rattle

sea shell

(internet photo)

moon rattle in my palm
acoustic spirit world connector
blend of natural elements and mystical belief

smooth white mollusk
encircled by brown striations
symphonic blend
crustacean style Sydney opera house

perfect to capture the roar and applause of the sea
to echo and amplify beach pebbles that
tumble and jump over each other within

browns and white whorl to a creamy point
milky way thoughts of origin
time and distance transcended
soulful continuity

the rattle contains energy
mystery
a reminder of celestial guidance
sun and moon drawing forth emotion
a vision of waves washing over
gently
swaying
caressing to and fro
crashing
pulling
spewing foam in a stormy moment
mimicking the ebb and flow of life

taut deer hide
sandpaper rough
tanned creamy white
encloses the operatic opening
captures vibrations
magnifies their song

an intuitive stroke paints the leather
a coppery swirl of motion
rises
bends
folds itself around
a yin yang symbol
twin fish
balanced
spooning each other
their bright red eyes
seeing beyond the palm of my hand

see my soul
see the universe
ready to carry my artful prayers
rattle vibrations
heavenward

 

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Phone Call

My telephone rings
jangling nerves with its chime
an unexpected call
my world changes

I hear your voice
quiet, calm, self assured
distance obliterated in an instant

I hear your voice
could there be a lovelier sound
my heart sings

a prayer answered
release of held breath

hope and happiness arrive
delivering a restorative message
“we are still here
we haven’t gone far”

I dare to accept hope
to take a chance
to believe that all will be well
equilibrium gained

I dare to believe in happiness
for you
for me

I dare to believe that you will find healing
solace
a way to deal with your addictions

I dare to believe that I will find acceptance
letting go
the ability to watch you fall
so you may rise above the demons that have tormented you

to believe we will find renewal
peace
a way to move on

my telephone rings
calming nerves with its chime
my world changes

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Dancing Dragon

dancing dragon
(image credit: ddfengshui.com)

She danced to the music
twirling step by step
her little skirt spinning out from her body
like a toy top set in motion

Her eyes closed
lashes dark against porcelain cheeks
that were red and glowing as if lit from within

Happy go lucky
she practiced jaunty quick moves
hops
skips
bows
sashaying
this little show girl was
putting on quite a display
her joy was unmistakable

I felt grateful
for the gift of her dance
the vision of her
carefree performance
awoke a sleeping dance dragon
within my heart

I found my foot tapping
myself smiling
and soon
I too
was dancing with abandon

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Healing

wounded-eyes-wallpaper

(image credit: wallpaper.com)

World seen through wounded eyes
bruised shades of purple and black taint sight
timid feet afraid of open space
fear fits like a leather moccasin
malleable, familiar
want to remain on dysfunctional path

Heart cries tearless sadness for lost potential
pumps staccato beat of marching band refrain
encourages determination, change

Quiet reflection soothes and calms
eyes adjust focus
wounds heal
vision is renewed

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Waning Gibbous

Phases-of-the-moon

(image credit: http://www.greenprophet.com)

Moon rises over city
a glowing lantern
silent symbol of graceful timelessness

She has not forgotten
her busy children

Quietly following an ancient path
she winks and shines
sees sorrow and joy
trials and tribulations
life passing through ups and downs

She offers a gentle reminder
even dark night
has its time
for glorious light

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Post #100!!

Today is day one hundred of posting. Even as I write this I find it hard to believe!
Thank you readers who stop by my site. Thank you everyone who is following this journey with me. I sincerely appreciate your support!

gratitude_harte
(image credit: gratitude harte)

Keep Digging

Mission continues
peel back layer by layer
hidden treasure waits

Pen sifts muddy thoughts
paper pulls graphic icons
subliminal dirt

Intricate beauty
covered beneath deception
self preservation

Raising to daylight
exposes vulnerable
state of reflection