weeping silent angel
Sleep, Silent angel, dry all your tears.
Rest, be at peace with so many fears.
Please don’t cry for our sorrows,
And our maybe tomorrows
… if we don’t get it right,
With our planet so in plight.
Sleep silent angel, do not cry for our grief
Spoiled sea, air and land,
fouled by a thief – yet in truth by our hand.
Do not cry for the loss and neglect and abuse,
Even as we do remain so obtuse.
Sleep silent angel, I beg don’t despair
We still are your people and though careless – do care.
Rest up your wings for tomorrow may bring
A renewal of hope with perchance a rebirth,
of loving and giving
on our home – Planet Earth!
Painting by Pavel Guzenko
The stuff of dreams, ah now that’s the ticket to a positive entrance for your tomorrows. At least many would agree with this. I being among those who do believe in the importance of dreams. Day dreams, Night dreams and the Dream of dreams.
For those seemingly endless array of insecurities we either point out to ourselves or have pointed out to us by others we can still have our dreams and dreams are the stuff that hopes, potentials and possibilities are crafted from … always.
An abstract thought conceived from a hope or an idea appears first in the formation of a dream then (if allowed by yourself) slowly morphs into a loosely conceived game-plan followed up by a specific plan of action at which point there is the perspective and strong possibility of a go ahead signal (that also comes from within you, btw).
So dream on, intrepid dreamer, fill yourself with uplifting dreams and goals of a future you imagine, remembering that Imagination is truly the stuff (composition) of dreams and as previously mentioned, you can see where this may take you – which is anywhere you want to go … if … you believe, really believe in yourself and your dreams!
I wish you most well this weekend. Enjoy, be at peace, follow your dreams and most especially be good to you!
with sincere affection,
Fulcrum: (noun) The support about which something turns. One that supplies capability for action.
She’d long since decided she was better alone
she felt that somehow it was wise,
Although longing for love that was missing
It stayed absent in any guise.
But when ent’ring her fulcrum of crafting
Inspiration soared forth from her dreams
unrequited love quite forgotten
As she crafted her heart to well-being.
“Life, a never-ending gift – express yours today!” ~ Plh
Happy Weekend! A great time to use your imagination and dream, wonder, create, inspire … enjoy!
Heartstrings. We all have them. They attach themselves to more things than we realize. Affection, compassion and love develop from heartstrings and the nice thing about them is that while they are not visible to the eye, they are strong and occasionally tug on your heart to let you know they are there and firmly attached. My heartstrings for bloggers began shortly after I began blogging and have grown with the passage of time.
Since I’ve been in the blogging world (a few years) I have interacted with absolutely wonderful people. In general I’ve found most bloggers to be pretty amazing, creative and kind. I have made many friends from around the world. Friends that I cherish. A few aren’t blogging right now, involved with other life pursuits (and I miss you) and for those who are still blogging, well … you know who you are.
I feel as if we’ve known each other our entire life not just a period of time. And I feel love for you and I know it’s returned. Remarkable really when one thinks about us. Some of you live in different countries with different customs and life experiences and yet we are still drawn to one another and I so cherish our friendship.
This Rose is for you! I thank you with all my heart, for being you, for being my friend and for making my life fuller, richer and so much better for knowing you.
Good Morning, 早安, Buenos días, おはよう, bom dia, guten Morgen, bonjour, доброе утро, dobro jutro, صباح الخير , 굿모닝, maidin mhaith, asubuhi njema, Kaliméra, and all others who share our wonderful planet with me.
It is a beautiful day here with a few clouds, cool and brisk fall weather, it will be raining later on, but still a gorgeous new day to be creative!
“Finding your own personal creativity is about ‘being’ in the moment.
Inspiration is all around you – just waiting to be noticed!”
~ PL Howe, 2014
With warm hugs and much affection,
© Anja Partin
A Mother’s Love
The distinction of being a mother, understood by almost every single female on this planet, is to be fore-sworn as needs be, in the protection of her children! She will stand strong with this understanding, as necessary, on this battling planet called Earth!
She will stand alone, if she must. But she will stand and if she is struck down then another female will come to take her place. She is a female and a mother and when none other will do – she will insure that … life goes on!
distinction of a mother
insuring life goes on
This week’s Haibun Thinking Writer’s Challenge is the writing of haibun using a photo or a drawing as the prompt. I have chosen the beautiful drawing by Anja for my prompt. This was probably the easiest haibun I have ever written because as a mother, who loved her mother and so forth and so on, I know the truth of the words I write (as it is found repeatedly in history and today around the planet).
For more information about how you can be a part of this weekly writers challenge click HERE! Join in! Try your hand at haibun writing. I know a few of you writers out there and I think you’d be great at this style of writing!
Hoping everyone’s week is proceeding in a positive manner, take care of you,
Painting by Jeannette Andress copyright © 2014
In my family (if you recall the photo I recently posted) I have two wonderful sisters, each of whom I love and adore. Each are also very talented. Today my sister, Jeannette sent me a picture of her latest painting. She used a photograph taken by her son (an excellent photographer) of his children in a flower garden, as her models.
I’m sure you will agree with me this is one beautiful painting, and I am immensely proud of her. The photo is shown here with great pride and love.
Jeannette, my wonderful and beautiful sister you are exceedingly talented!
All my love to you,