...On Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word" Away (Window)

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                                Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Window)                                                                                                

            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Window”.

                                                                    WINDOW

            A Window is a portal to the outside world. It allows us to view the world and admire its treasures through its magical “looking glass”. An Open Window invites the outside world into our homes and into our lives. A Closed Window allows us to watch privately, with caution, until we are ready to say “come in”. To some, a Window is a connection to something or someone when we are lonely or curious. To others, it is an invasion of privacy. To most of us, it is a chance to see what’s happening beyond our four walls. In life, it is a choice. So whether you choose to live with an “open” window, or you prefer a “closed” window, you will only be able to enjoy the results of that choice. Either way, a window will always be that portal to a world outside of ourselves. When it is open, it will be your own personal give and take reality. When it is closed, it will still be special through its magical looking glass. However, an open window will allow us to connect, relate and interact on an emotional level while a closed window will limit us to a simple view from the sidelines. Which will you choose?

           

WINDOW

Window! Window!

From my home

A portal to the outside unknown

Such jewels, past my looking glass

A regal view, a touch of class

Shall I open you wide and clear?

Or keep you closed

And hide my fear?

Window! Window!

Hear my voice

Open…Close…is quite a choice

I want to shout that I am here

I want to invite those far and near

Window! Window!

Let life in

It’s give and take – a perfect win

I see love, I feel it too

I hear sweet voices

Between me and you

I can feel the sun and touch the breeze

Sweet summer bliss

Deep Winter’s freeze

The good, the bad and all that’s fair

Relationships - if you dare

Window! Window!

Let me see

Shall I hide my eyes or let things be?

If you remain closed

Will I remain free?

Window! Window!

I’ve changed my mind

Please open wide

If you’d be so kind

Emotions, passion are what I crave

From the day of birth

To the day of grave

Window! Window!

Closed no more

Great gifts of plenty

…treasures galore!

...On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Guilt)

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Guilt”.

                                                                    GUILT

            You will find “Guilt” in your morning coffee. It will be staring up at you with each and every sip. It will glare at you until you look away. It will escort you to wherever you are going each and every day. It will interrupt you at work, ruin your lunch hour and never allow you to have quality time or simple conversations with friends. It will accompany you home in the evenings and sit on your lap while you are trying to have dinner. It will hold you hostage as you try to break free in order to enjoy the company of your wonderful family. It will even stop you from appreciating the unconditional love of your loyal pet, who sits at your feet looking confused. You can try ignoring it, slapping it away, cursing at it, screaming at it, but it will remain with you. “Guilt” is relentless. It is strong and it is one big irritating thorn in your side. Just when you think you might have pushed it away for a while, it remains seated right there on the couch with you as you try to watch tv, phone a friend, or take a nap. – And then, it will jump right into bed with you, hogging up the covers and leaving you cold and awake most every night. The only way it will leave you alone, is when your mind and heart both agree that it is time to let it go, while you make amends and right your wrongs.

GUILT

It’s in the morning air we breathe

The first to greet us with open eyes

The breakfast coffee

The eggs and toast

The morning commute

“Guilt” is there to boast

It speaks of sadness

and vicious lies

It holds us hostage

while in disguise

It reminds us of

where we went wrong

Who we hurt

Where we didn’t belong

Why we did and said

those awful things

Such harsh, evil words

Served with all that stings

It tags along throughout the day

There is no peace

as it leads the way

You’re finally home to

your humble place

While “guilt” still wears

its smirking face

It sits at your feet

while you pray it will go

It slips into your bed

It dims your evening glow

It stays for the night

Torments you with your past

It beams in delight

and cuddles you at last

Happy to taunt you

for all you’ve done wrong

“Guilt” is relentless

Your night just grows long

Until suddenly you realize

All can be fine

It is time to make amends

Time to cross that fine line

Change sadness into sweet songs

Tell guilt “be gone”

Let apologies speak

And right all your wrongs

"GUILT" remains with us every day, until we are ready to let it go. We can only do that if we allow our hearts and minds to come together as we decide at that point to let "Guilt" go; to right our wrongs and to make amends. It's as simple as making a choice.

                                                                                        

...On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Ambrosia)

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        One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Ambrosia”.

                 
                                                                        AMBROSIA

  Never did I think “Ambrosia” would become my friend and savior today. I’ve always heard how special it was. Ambrosia was considered the food of the Greek gods. It represented longevity and/or immortality for anyone who consumed it. Today, I made it for the first time and I brought it over to my neighbor’s home. The irony here is that this food of longevity and/or immortality was my spur-of-the-moment choice to prepare and take over to a friend’s house during his time of loss and mourning. “Ambrosia” looked so beautiful today, like a princess waiting for her prince. “Ambrosia” suddenly took on a delightful feminine persona, which captured my heart. She was as stunning as she was delectable - and I created her. She smelled like mandarin oranges and pineapple, with a hint of coconut. I bathed her in whipped topping and magically spun her around, then garnished her with maraschino cherries. She looked up at me from the fancy flowered ceramic bowl that was her home, and simply smiled through the waves of whipped topping and marshmallow bits that majestically surrounded her. I smiled back proudly, lifted her gently, then carried her over to my grieving friend and neighbor.

 AMBROSIA

A guest unknown to me

       greeted me at the door and welcomed me in

I saw my dear friend,

       sitting in a corner with his two children 

He grieved for the loss of a young wife

“They” grieved for the loss of a wonderful Mom

I grieved for the loss of a special friend

I walked past them and nodded quietly

He acknowledged me with a sullen smile

His children remained silent in his lap

I headed toward the kitchen

       and placed “Ambrosia” in an empty spot,

             high upon the top shelf of his refrigerator

I felt like a stranger in his home – in her home

…Walking in “their” kitchen

…Opening “their” refrigerator door

…Just like his deceased wife, and my best friend, would do

This was still her home

She was still his wife and his children’s Mom

She was still my good friend and neighbor

She was gone, but her spirit lived here…

He soon joined me in the kitchen,

       but did not utter one word

Our eyes met and I felt his pain

Our eyes met and he felt my friendship

He placed his hand upon my shoulder

       while the tears rolled down his cheeks

I removed the silk handkerchief from his chest pocket

       and placed it in his hand, as he dried his eyes

The dining room was bustling 

       with loud conversation and faint laughter

It was time for “Ambrosia” to make her appearance

I removed her from the refrigerator

       and placed her on the table in front of him

He grabbed a spoon

       and gently lifted the essence of Ambrosia

        to his quivering lips

He smiled and winked at me through his tears

       as I kissed his cheek 

I carried “Ambrosia” to the dining room

       and set her down on the long mahogany table

              for all the family and guests to see

There she sat for all to admire, enjoy and consume

Today “Ambrosia” became a friend

Today “Ambrosia” became a Savior

- - For me, for them, and for my grieving neighbor

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"Ambrosia", which was considered the food of the Greek gods, represented longevity and/or immortality; Yet, ironically, it brought comfort to those in mourning.

...So, in life, the simple gestures may become the greatest gifts.

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...On Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word" Away (Addiction)

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Addiction”.

NOTE: "Addiction" is a powerful word. Disguised as a friend, "Addiction" leads the addict down a dark and lonely path of destruction - hurting not only themselves, but all of their loved ones. Along this vicious journey, there will be road signs leading to "Recovery". All the addict needs to do is reach out. That is their promise and that is their plan. They just have to want it bad enough. May God bless, protect and assist all those affected by "Addiction". 

                                                           

                                                                    ADDICTION

            Addiction, like a Halloween mask, hides the good and shows the bad and the ugly. Addicts are lost within themselves, chained to addiction and screaming to get out. Broken promises, broken hearts, broken dreams, families hurt, families lost, friendships torn apart, because the next high is much more inviting. Addiction is the new best friend and favorite family member, always offering a huge slice of deception and despair on a bright and shining silver platter. There “they” go again, eating up slice after slice, licking their lips, wanting more and more. As “they” continue to travel down this dark and lonely path, addicts will try desperately to reach out to the blinking neon signs that read “Recovery”. Instead, they will continuously pass them by, promising to come back next time around. That’s their plan, and that’s their promise. They’re just not there yet. But they will be. One day at a time. They will be. Recovery is just around the bend, waiting patiently and blinking brightly. The addicts have not stopped by yet - but again, that’s their plan and that’s their promise. They are just not there yet. Hopefully, it’s not too late…The only “Fiction” in this month’s piece (June 2019), submitted to Spillwords Press at Spillwords.com, is that “Addiction” is a friend.

ADDICTION

“The Look”

The look of loss and the look of despair

The mask that hides their good

The mask that shows their bad and ugly

A vicious cycle

Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide

Broken dreams, broken hearts, broken promises

Broken families, broken homes, broken life

Addiction is in full control

Addiction has chained them

to its wicked arm

Addiction holds them captive

within their own bodies

Addiction is in the driver’s seat

Disguised as a friend

It leads them down a dark and lonely path

It serves them slice after slice

of deception and despair

They eat it up, and lick their lips

Wanting more and more each time

Yet they keep making the same promise

While “Recovery” is so close, yet so far away

They can almost touch it

All they need to do is reach out

Reach out just a little farther

And it will be there

Waiting in the wings

Yes, they’ll keep making that promise

And yes, that’s their plan

They’re just not there yet

They will be

Maybe not today

Maybe not tomorrow

Maybe somewhere down the road

That’s their promise

That’s their plan

They’re just not there yet

But, hopefully, they will be

...On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Ghosts)

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Ghosts”.

                                                           

                                                                    GHOSTS

            Ghosts from our past, present and future are not covered in translucent white cloths, flying around us, hissing and booing like disembodied souls. They are not ghastly creatures trying desperately to frighten us with their evil presence. They are our life’s ghosts. So go ahead! Open your eyes! Our ghosts are there! They are always around us. They want to interact with us. They are visions of people and memories from our “past”, visitors in our “present”, and possible opportunities in our “future”. We learn from the ghosts of our “past”, we live with the ghosts in our “present”, and we anticipate the ghosts from our “future”. We must all recognize our own ghosts and listen to their messages. Learn from past visions, past voices, current visits, new conversations, their words of wisdom, and future possibilities. These special ghosts are time travelers who secretly accompany us on life’s journeys. Once you realize their presence, overcome your fear, and embrace their worth, you will soon discover that your ghosts are simply your protective guardian angels teaching you life’s lessons.

                                                                                   

GHOSTS

No translucent white cloths?

No flying creatures?

No ghastly beings?

No hissing and booing of disembodied souls?

No Ghosts you say?…No Ghosts I pray!

But there is something disrupting my day!

Visions and Memories

From a “Past” life

Living with an entity in my “Present”

Anticipating an eerie “Future”

Past voices

Current visits

New conversations

Words of Wisdom

Future Possibilities

No Ghosts you say?…No Ghosts I pray!

I feel them, I do – don’t you?

I remember the “Past”

I know the “Present”

I fear the “Future”

I live with these time travelers

Who secretly accompany me

– I am no longer free!

Who might they be?

Yes! They are there!

But where? Is this fair?

My Present becomes My Past

My Future becomes My Present

All riding in on the backs of these Ghosts!

No Ghosts you say?..No Ghosts I pray!

…But they speak to me of life’s lessons

They whisper gently into my ear

They pave the way on my journey

And my fright is no longer here

For I embrace them with love

These smiling beings from above

So Ghosts they are not

I will accept them, somewhat

From a world away…

- My Guardian Angels are they!

Images and Words (A Mind Game)...

Good Morning. Just a little something different today...This is called "Select an image", add some words and your own interpretations, then allow your mind to soar! 

NEW YORK - Where the heart races, the soul thrives, the eyes see, the ears hear, the nose whiffs, the mouth tastes, and the hands touch; where love and life change everyday - in the City that never sleeps!

ITALY - A garden scene somewhere in Italy that touches the senses and invites you in - to a place you would love to visit and escape to. Lunch anyone?

PORCELAIN DOLLS - Memories from childhood...tucked away in your attic. They wear the "magic dust" of time and tell enchanting stories from the past. Check your attic! - or your basement, as we do here in Brooklyn... :-)

BOOKS - Welcome to the world of books...where you may travel on wonderful journeys and see beautiful places from the comfort of your own private space; where you will meet and greet the most fascinating strangers who you will be honored to add to your "Friends List". Go! Pick up a book and travel!

JESUS - Let him into your life, and find ways to get to know him better. He wants a relationship with you, and will be there when no one else is around...Faith, hope, trust and friendship!

ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS AND VASES - The perfect vase for such pretty artificial flowers will always bring a smile to your face and a lovely accent to your home! Select both, to your liking, and let your home shine.

CATS - So mysterious and standoffish...yet their beauty is captivating!

WINTER SNOW - Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall...it's the Snow I love best of all! (Brooklyn, NY)

A FRENCH PAINTING - A French Painting I came across in one of my Art History books that was collecting dust on a shelf. So much happening inside this work of art! Love, friendship, talking, eating, drinking, dancing, living...Just people making it all happen. What do you see?

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