A Path To Peace

whether with deliberation
or from exhaustion

there will come a time
when steps need to be taken

to safeguard our sanity
and build back a reserve

taking the best route
to heal and restore

whether movement, nature, meditation
resting, music or books

that which provides respite
will lead us back to reality

Reblog – I Am Until Paul Vincent Cannon

May we all decide to be on the side which enriches our being and the lives of others. Growth and learning to be and remain humane is a choice. This piece holds such truth in these few short lines, I’m tempted to memorize it and choose it as a daily affirmation.

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Grace at dVerse has invited us to write considering the phrase ‘I am’ – first person narrative, for Meet The Bar. dVerse Poets – Meet The Bar

Photo by Gerald at pixabay.com ‘Insight’

“You are in integrity when the life you are living on the outside matches who you are on the inside.” Alan Cohen

I Am Until

It is that
I am complicit until I am not,
I am a lover until I am not,
I am justice unti I am not,
I am compassion until I am not,
I am awareness until I am not,
I am shaped until I am not
by all that surrounds 
where my feet touch 
the ground and, equally,
I am not until I am.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Connected

Redux

I Write Her

Untitled

There’s a substantive intimacy in nature. It’s filling.
The smell of earth satisfying and rejuvenating.

The wind enveloping you in its invisible caress.
Touching without, healing within.

Hello, beautiful bird on a sunny day!
Seeing you brings me joy and a smile.

The smile of someone engaged.

I feel my best friend at that moment.
And I miss her.

It’s me looking through her eyes, but she’s not there.
For a moment I could cry.

From her, I learned the wisdom of these significant bits of the day.

She’d be in that moment with me graciously approving
and being grateful for the beauty of our surroundings.

My friend would love you too, beautiful bird.

And I love her.

**This piece selected to guest blog! Thank you, Natasha Tungare!

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Reblog – Keeps Returning by Kritika

This piece is wrapped up well in metaphor but the intense emotions do thrust out to you forcefully. Well done!

Valorous Bird

By Kritika
Date: 19-07-2021
Style: Free Verse


if there is a way in which I can seek solace from the guilt returning to the clean plate over and over
repeating the once delicious dish which emptied the heart and left the stomach growling
oh the rise of desire to turn back time and slap the innocence which chimed
oh how much the hungry heart craves for never to have made that mistake which turned to series of regretful rhymes

poison me to dwindle the rising guilt
each time the name crosses the mind
and I become a stinging serpent
for another passer-by

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All rights reserved by the Author.


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Hero Interruptus

Yulia Matvienko

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #92 & Three Things Challenge #671

“What a nice break from crimefighting, Superman! I appreciate you suggesting it.”

“You’re welcome! I thought we could both use a well-deserved break, Batman. How is your strawberry ice cream?”

“So refreshing, reminds me of the homemade ice cream my grandmother used to make. You know in those old-style crank barrels.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember those!”

drone was approaching in the distance, still out of sight, but Batman heard it. He didn’t want to worry Superman, but he slowly turned his smile serious. His hatred of crime was legendary. However, he got seriously pissed getting interrupted eating ice cream.

Freedom Dogs

The firework’s showcase of colors and sparks proved to be a legendary show; the crowd erupted with spontaneous cheers after each rocket. 

The food vendor heats his popular fare while keeping his eyes on the sky, the explosives rising, creating a perfect ring of flashing lights. He decided that he would feature a specially named hot dog in the future, which would capture the magic of fireworks. 

He didn’t think he was far off with this sale’s idea of a new dress-up on an old favorite that would rekindle a feeling of nostalgia even when there were no fireworks present.

The Projector – Part 3 on Short Story Saturday!

https://aprolificpotpourri.art/2021/07/24/short-story-saturday-the-projector-part-3-elizabeth/

Featured on Short Story Saturday, read by Matt Snyder. The spoken story continues!

I Write Her

Part 1

Part 2

The Brighton Plaza Cinema 5/2/21 – Elizabeth & family

“Ginger, move down a few more, please,” Elizabeth says, nodding to her daughter to keep moving, the frustration evident on her face. “Hurry up. The movie is about to start.” Ginger looked back to her mother to make sure that she’d gone far enough. Elizabeth gave her the thumbs up as there were now enough seats for the entire family. One by one, each child sat down, Elizabeth taking her seat at the end. She sat down with a loud sigh, looking forward to taking a long sip of her vodka-laced soda. The kids weren’t aware, of course, that she’d slipped a handful of mini-bar-sized bottles of vodka from home into her purse. Thankful for the noise of toilets flushing and handwashing in the bathroom, she was able to tip those bottles in…

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