Grackles Yawp

In the morning August flexes muscles
heated and sure with a riffling breeze
teasing the clinging leaves.  They will hustle
in the fall, but right now they burn.  The bees

are busy, penetrating drowsy blooms.
Grackles yawp and whistle staking treetops
as cicadas join the connection.  Rooms
of realities rest lightly non-stop

infinite, open my heart’s convictions.
All the rainbows my childish eyes perceived
are back in town.  I’ve loosened restrictions
—namecalling nerd closed parts of me, conceived

protective cages I no longer need.
The timeline shifts, I shower love and signs
upon that younger self of mine, stronger
now, imagining free, sacred, aligned.

Inspired by: Rainbow, Connection, Nerd and Yawp.

What Is Mine

Therefore I tell you: whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it and it will be yours.” Mark 11:24.

Somewhere nearby cicada-raised chorus
informs my being.  Now I receive
centered in the certain magnetic
presence deep in my core.  Released,

the frantic songs I composed panicked
when the cycle of abuse seemed to
repudiate love.  Laughing as the old
thin narrative of lack explodes in joy.

Worries cast aside, tumbling in the surf
while I swim far beyond the horizon
where inspiration dazzles shining and
bright with a child’s sweet innocence.

I ride the wisdom waves, recognize
the constant current that carries me
just here, choosing love each step,
receptive, overflowing as make-believe

obstacles emerge into the light and clear.

Inspired by: Repudiate, Cycle and Somewhere.

Don’t New Normal Me

An abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal behavior.~Viktor Frankl

Twenty ripening spaghetti squash hang
goldening the garden. Orange and red
yellow zinnias burst in a color bang
call to awaken as the sunrise spreads

rosy skies west. The east is glorious.
Dawn in my hometown, a fleeting visit
now the skies compete in pinks curious
the morning’s cool under heat’s implicit

sultry air.  Here an old bass leaps. Waves ring
smaller circles as minnows flee.  Recall
past Augusts, shouldn’t some morning birds sing?
I’ve ceased comparing years, a construct all

along, time shows her true colors, slipping
in and out of these timelines—narrative
ridiculous, and I won’t play.  Flipping
how life flows absurd—it’s imperative

to speak the truth, do you know how?  Don’t New
Normal me, your credibility will
not stand the test of common sense, you
try to sway beyond your ability

to drown my sovereign song. Limitless
creator, sing!  Simple as breath concealed
power now rings. Harmony stimulus:
ground in fall’s score, insanity revealed.

Inspired by: Sway, Accidental, Credibility and Sovereign.

While The Blossoms Still Cling

Today sitting with a soupçon of hope
the kind that wraps around like smoke designed
to bypass all the doors I’ve firmly closed,
I glimpse into present.  Now is just fine

so why do I worry and project doom?
Scare tactics I created to survive
come crashing down.  Good riddance.  I make room
for new insights upon which I will thrive.

Listen, as all the old systems crumble,
detox, deterge, release.  Weep if you must.
Illusions we’ve anchored life on tumble
leaving us free.  Imagine limitless.

Inspired by: Deterge, Design, Survive and Soupçon.

Featured image is a Rose of Sharon juxtaposing old withered petals, new vibrant blooms and bursting red buds. How nature brings the exact lesson I need!

Title is from a folk song I still love to play and sing: Today by Randy Sparks.

Beloved Sage

In the shower a long line of silver-
haired stunningly fierce missing faces.  Clear
this week for an ancient karmic river
with a window in time to enter here

if you’ll receive your distant missing parts
to meet, to dance, legacy integrate.
And I’m all in, this slow allow as hearts
sincerely no longer insinuate.

Reminded, tales entrance, means of control
differed each time, still, locked up and caged
and on through the ages. Once writ on scrolls,
the story’s old, alive.  Well met, dear sage.

Inspired by: Reminded, Missing, Legacy and Insinuate.

Join Now The Symphony

Singers…are gatherers of fruit and frankincense,
and that which they bring, though fashioned of dreams,
is raiment and food for your soul.~Kahlil Gibran

The clouds are zooming by as if they’re late
to take their places, ducking between trees
in their hurry, hoping no one will see
their uncanny pace and anticipate

the sky clock meander. Time elongates
and morning swells, the quiet window scene
deceiving. Outside, air rings. Each bird sings.
Praise prevails. Dainty aster celebrates.

Rustle-dancing leaves in kicked-up breezes.
Squirrel scrambles with a green tomato
he’s plucked while I transcribe the sky. I know
there is no finish. Love is ceaseless, sweet

I must bend low or raise my head high, breathe
as I find my place. I’m thrumming, on stage,
precise and deep, ready to integrate
these lovely songs emerging now unsheathed.

Inspired by: Uncanny, Deceiving, Finish and Prevail.

Really Different

The minute you begin to do what you really want to do, it’s really a different kind of life.~R. Buckminster Fuller

Everything is alive and watching and
waiting and dancing and wake-sleeping we
vibrate vibrant and an ant, brawny and
fierce warrior approaches, sweeping me

and I jump and he jumps and startled we
frenzy to new perspectives reckoning.
Each hyper-aware of this now where we
touch the web stretching between us zinging.

Intention calls me into inquiry
such wondrous gratitude. My joy allows
this sacred present synchronicity
choosing love in each breath. Imagine now

your greatest role and take the stage. Applause.
In a blink the tale twists into a realm
unknown. You stay and play in flow because
you write the script. Embrace loving the whelm

integrate, ascend in pure joy ringing
and shattering the old myths once believed.
Tuned with this new fierce being all that and
far beyond what has ever been perceived.

Written for today’s dversepoets prompt, Just Sayin’.

Framing Now

Now here’s the sun, a firm good morning kiss
right on my lips. I braved the cool breeze
in shadows under trees simply for this
flare of recognition brightening these

words. Beyond the crowd’s contentious bicker
lies, homeless, I long to give advice. Sighs
as focus shifts to some paid jester slick
and easy. Energy is mined precise

though no amounts can be revealed. Just click
this ad! We’ll fill the hole gaping from fright.
A green fly touches down and in a flick
the way opens like shafts of brilliant light.

Inspired by: Amount, Jester, Homeless and Contentious.

The Great Globe Escapade

Let a frown be your umbrella~Oscar The Grouch

The great globe escapade dream-like began
in a foreign locale where women mask
while browsing past cheap trinkets and you can
call relics from my childhood vintage, ask

at any Shipshewanna market stall.
Playing photographer, beauty I trail
my friends, two Nordic goddesses I call
framing my shots in joy intentional

and they willingly pose deadpan and all
around I hear the murmur in the crowds,
who is that? Oh, she’s famous—can’t recall
and then the vendor cries, and he is loud

no pictures, can’t you read? just radiating
animosity, the cranky man
claiming his legal rights. I end his prate
showing each frame, I offer to abandon

any shots he wishes. Truth, I’m charmed.
He’s bought into my she’s-all-that intent
just as I’m stepping into it. Disarmed
by flowing joy he grudgingly consents.

I grin, thankful his unique eyes can see
my expanding possibilities. How
to step into the challenge? I must be
curious and wild, tuned right in to now.

Inspired by: Umbrella, Dream, Escapade and Locale.

What Feeds Us Now

Keep it simple, deal with the Now. This Global reset is training us to trust the Presence within, and New Earth dynamics of consistent alignment with highest interests of all concerned.~Sandra Walter

How can I serve? Other than offering
mouthwatering cake in an ambience
designed to obliterate posturing.
Sit down, relax, at peace with common sense.

I can’t eat gluten. Sugar is my foe.
So what I’ll bake with patience, and dish up:
harmonic codes designed to feed the flow
of love, ringing. Just breathe right now. Link up.

Inspired by: Cake, Mouthwatering, Obliterate, Ambience and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt Link.

Written to hold space for the collective shadow work the human race is currently undergoing.