Darkness in the Light of Day

 

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In the still of every night

The stars may still be shining bright

But Darkness in the light of day

Makes hard to keep our fears away!

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I do not know from when to where

Cannot conceive how we can’t care.

What we’ve become to darken ways

darkening all tomorrows days.

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Where have gone the love and joy

for every single girl and boy.

STOP, stop no more I say

THIS, this is not the way.

Brothers, Sisters are we all

All together or we fall

and fall and fall

and fall and … fall!

~Plh, 2017

 

 

 

 

 

Neverending Change, Captured in Words

Words, words words. They’re amazing things aren’t they? Drifting in, around and through our thoughts and emotions connecting with or latching onto every bit of life’s often overlooked creative aspects and/or acquired wisdom in our daily, sometimes meandering advenures.

Those minutiae of flotsam within life experiences, frequently add to an artisan’s imagination, collaborating with her/his words to bring forth the profoundness of a thought, idea or expression.

On the one hand we’re blessed with this finely honed awareness of life, on the other hand it can often lead us far from our original intent as life is a never ending spiral where the old gives way to the new (and upon occasion revisits the old again) and as we all recognize about change … well … it’s constant, whether we wish it were so or not.


I believe the key
here is to embrace change as often as one can, recognizing that even during its turmoil, within its essence is an neverending source of information and inspiration for the next great thing you shall write, my creative soulmates.

Thanks for reading my written thoughts. I wish you well.
~Penny

The Day After Impossible

A parable inside the unknown surrounded by accepted reality (Or … what happens next is up to you)!

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“Hey! What’s that you’re holding in your hands? I can see light streaming between your closed fingers.”

“Oh you mean this,” the young lady responded.  She spread open her hands into a cupped position revealing a swirling glowing orb nestled in her brightly lit palms.

“It’s tomorrow,”  she said. “Well, sort of. Actually I’m holding time itself. Okay, to be absolutely precise you can view this as the energy of time. Like a miniature version of our solar system.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous,” he responded. “Are you insane, you can’t hold tomorrow. It’s not a thing. That makes no sense, besides it hasn’t happened yet and you certainly can’t hold time either because it’s not a thing either so it’s … it’s … well it’s impossible.”

“How do you know it’s impossible?” The woman countered with a grin. The glowing orb seemed to swirl and shine more intensely while she spoke.

“Because it absolutely is. Some things you just know.” This he stated in a dismissive matter-of-fact manner.

“It’s obvious.” He added, even as he remained mezmerized with her current evidence to the contrary. He continued to watch the glowing orb and a small doubt began to worm its way into his brain’s clearly limited thinking capacity.

“Alright then, my good fellow,” said the lady holding the orb. “If you truly believe it’s impossible then you won’t mind if I drop this ‘orb of tomorrow’ on the ground so that it shatters?” She began to open her fingers.

“WAIT!” The man quickly thrust his hands out and up indicating she should stop. “Not saying I believe you, but if what you say is true why would you do that?”

“Why, to prove my point of course!” She stated, paused in her actions as if to consciously deliberate his words in her clearly more developed and open mind.

“Then what happens if there’s no tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never dropped it before.”

“But if what you say is true, tomorrow won’t come!” His anxiety was mounting.

“Nah. According to you that would be impossible … right?” She smiled a confident little smile and let the brightly lit orb drop to the ground.

Nothing appeared to happen, as the ‘orb of tomorrow’ shattered into a multitude of sparkling pieces.

“What does this mean? Nothing happened.” His heart beating rapidly, the man surveyed the various pieces of orb laying all around.

“Well, not that we can see … at least so far,” came her ambiguous answer. She bent over and carefully picked up pieces and shards of broken orb placing them into the various pockets on her jacket. She paused then with a look of concentration on her face.

“Although we can’t really see frequencies.” Her brow was furrowed deep in thought. “But we can feel them. Frequencies of good feelings and bad feelings that will shape our thoughts and actions. So, I guess maybe we’ll be able to sense any changes that happen.”

“Yeah, sure. Fine. Whatever!” He said dismissively. “But what about tomorrow. Is it going to come or what?”

“I don’t know, I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

“I don’t get it. What was the point?”

“Point? Oh, right. I’m thinking the point was we have more control over what happens in our everyday lives than we think we do … if we act on them.”

“Okay, I guess I sort of understand that.”

“Good.” She began to leave.

He continued on. “… but what about tomorrow?”

“I guess we have to wait and see, unless you’d like to give today a try. We can test my ‘orb of today’ if you like.” She turned back towards him holding out a new glowing orb in her hands.

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We, each one of us, do hold the reality of our future (today and tomorrow) in our hands. We should never doubt it, not for a single nano-second. Things may be happening all around us but we still have the ability to respond with how we’re going to react.  What we do with our reactions … that’s still up to each of us, isn’t it?

Hope your week is going well. As well as may be expected anyway, my friends.

Take care of you,

With much open and unconditional love,

~ Penny

The Sound of Hurtful Silence

Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil

It hurts … inside of me. Why has a country I am so proud of become so accepting of rude and crude behavior within both our social and news media?

I understand one can be angry about circumstances and situations. I can relate to the unfairness we see witnessed on many occasions. But the constant unrelenting barrage of rude and crude language and behavior is not needed and it makes of us so much less than what I know us (Americans) to be.

In the past handful of years, I first thought it was an anomaly occurring on social media with just a few indulging in profanity and boorish behavior. And then I began noticing more and more of the same along with intense verbal bullying and the degradation of an individual or a group. With each passing day I am witnessing even more of this same breakdown in what should be common respect and courtesy: Lack of moral fiber, the inability to say something without reducing the subject matter to the most base of terminology. And this is happening in both social and the public news media.

Many of those who do not engage in this behavior act as if it doesn’t exist. There is no moral outrage being expressed, just a pretended ignorance – this is so very sad. It says that we (the people) would rather accept this behavior than be vocal about the wrongness of it, for I am convinced that much of the negative emotions being felt and expressed in our daily lives are directly related to the universal acceptance of completely unacceptable social behavior.

Silence can be a good thing but it can also be a very bad thing when wrong behavior is happening and the majority of people pretend to ignore it, thereby making it acceptable. And whether it’s a popular celebrity or a politician (and an especial shame on them as their behavior is often emulated by those in the private sector) or we private citizens, the results are the same.

Small wonder our current political arena is such a mess. There is almost no dignity, only mud slinging and filthy rhetoric which as we all know is incredibly exhausting to us, leaving many indecisive, confused and fearful.

Public media (both social and news) should be about  people informing each other with information, and or an exchange of thoughts, ideas and feelings being expressed in terminology that is not degrading and disgusting.

My spirit is sad at this continuing painful and negative turn in the daily events of our lives. I am hopeful it changes and that each of us begin to accept a part of the responsibility for allowing this to not only happen but to fester, growing into the nasty beast it has become.

Thank you,

~ Penny

Go You Softly, Into Night of Day

 

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Go You Softly, Into Night of Day

There are those who despair the day even before it begins!

There are  those who despair the day, even as it ends!

There  are those who despair the day whenever trouble wends!

… And then there will be those who don’t!

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Those who with quiet strength manage to find a way!

Those who are standing strong, helping others in each new day!

and those, in spite of adversity – by your side do always stay.

So I say to you:

“Go You softly into night of day,

Trust in your heart to guide along the way.

And know that love spreads faster than

the fear of fear ‘can ever can’.”

~ Plh, 2016

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Your compassion, prayers and hopes are sorely needed now for those suffering and in harms way, both here in the USA and abroad. Care, share, and help as you can.

With much affection,

~ Penny

Dichotomy’s Dissertation of Lonely and Alone

A creative interpretation through the medium of words viewing man’s struggle to understand man.

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All Alone Am I

“Seeking through the blur of today’s truths

blending with yesterdays untruths (well, my interpretation thereof)

I find myself staring out the window

through early morning misty emptiness

even as

sunlight streams through my senses

creating a blistering awareness of being alive …

and worthy? I do not think I know what that word truly means

or in the obtuseness of my current thinking processes

it seems I don’t wish to know.

Yet do I recognize

how lonely am I

midst humanity’s crush

where futility sneaks in to blossom and flourish

in spite of hope.

Hope? Are you out there?

I’ve lost my way and find

my new reality is reminding me that

there is not one single soul caring

(the perception that I may still be of some selfish use for them not withstanding)

about me in this mass of life’s everything-ness.

Caring about

where I be

why I am

or even

more explicitly …

Who am I and if I am, do I indeed matter – in the whole scheme of things … do I?”

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~ Plh, 2016

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Sigh, it does seem, on some days that we humans are more confused than not. But I believe we are all seeking our place in the whole mixture of life’s adventure. And then there are those clever little things called “our emotions” likening to a riptide, riding high one moment and pulling you under the next. But I also believe we do, somehow, always manage to #GoOn! And that is a most excellent thing! 🙂 Have a great day and wonderful weekend to come.

With much sincere affection,

~ Penny

Molecules of Poetry ~ A Parallel Peripheral 

“Sometimes I miss it – the beauty of a moment ~ which then moves on in stealthy fashion.

Analogous vibrating molecules of the poetry of a beautiful passing moment, shifting from here and now to a parallel peripheral to become cosmic music resonating through hyper space perhaps escaping to one of the eleven dimensions of which theoretical physicists speculate.

Meanwhile in this universe, the temporary abode where I reside, vision and senses once again caught up in deluded preoccupation with just plain regular things. Known entities with known outcomes being naught but what they always are …

. . . distractions!

Thus in that moment of sheer wonder, the perfect and spontaneous specialness of a beautiful moment dissipates and this new potential entry into the poetry of my life will not be written or experienced by me, but heard for ever more somewhere out there in the Universal Collective Consciousness. But then it’s all relative, isn’t it. Sigh.” Penny L. Howe, 2016