For the Daily Prompt: finally.
hope
For the Daily Prompt: finally.
I am failing to forgive
I am succeeding in forgiving
The people that I have let go
I have forgiven
I do not plan to see them again
They have hurt me grievously
They have had time and time, years
to contact me and to listen
They choose not to
I let them go
I am tired of being hurt
They have no remorse nor kindness
It is the people that I hold on to
Some hope that they are loving
Some hope that they will listen
Some hope that they won’t believe the stories
They still hurt me grievously
They do not answer and make no move
Listening loving healing
I have to let them all go
And then I can forgive
Beloved, I want to forgive
And there is no reconciliation
When no one will listen
For the Daily Prompt: finally.
For the Daily Prompt: extravagant.
Spring is waiting in the wings, these buds ready and this bird too.
For the Daily Prompt: mild.
Winter sun and warm colors and blue sky and very cooperative model downtown yesterday….
For Wordless Wednesday.
For Wordless Wednesday.
This is NOT a brilliant photograph, but I am putting it up anyhow. This is Tictoc, one of the two regulars that come to the hummingbird feeder outside my window and a new part of our family. Tictoc is grooming in this shot. I still have not figured out what species of hummingbird, nor whether male or female, though we’re over gender anyhow, right?
When I go out the back door during the day, Tictoc makes a ticking sound. I imitate it. Tictoc will talk back and forth a bit and recognizes me now. Which hummingbird tics like that? The Broadtailed “trills with wings in flight”, so that is my current guess.
I chose Tictoc remembering the Oz books. What wonderful flights of imagination.
I will take more pictures. This is through the kitchen window. We have a suet feeder around the corner. The birds come to that in groups, because Tictoc and the other hummingbird are very territorial.
For the Daily Prompt: relate.
My poems start with a problem, an idea, a worry. I never know where it will go when I start. This poem started with wanting to leave in a positive way and started with the title. So how could I leave but leave with kindness? And what would I leave?
So it is a song. And should include sign language, I think….
I shall leave you
I shall leave you with a song
I shall leave you with music
I shall leave you with a picture
I shall leave you with voice upraised
I leave you with a song
I leave you with music
I leave you with a picture
I leave you with voice upraised
I leave you a song
I leave you music
I leave you a picture
I leave you voice upraised
I leave a song
I leave music
I leave a picture
I leave voice upraised
leave a song
leave music
leave a picture
leave a voice upraised
a song
music
a picture
a voice upraised
song
music
picture
voice
song
For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #140.
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