A fine poem

This week’s #writephoto, Thursday photo prompt, from Sue Vincent of Daily Echo is entitled flow. Rules and Pingback Here Flow “Stay” were the last words her master had said. Stay she did until sadly she was dead. Long days and nights she waited in turn. Lovingly waiting her master’s return. […]

via Thursday Photo Prompt, Flow. — willowdot21

Busy Busy Busy

busy busy busy busy, everyone in busy, busy busy busy, the whole world is busy, busy busy, why is everyone suddenly busy, they don’t want you to call unless you make an appointment, in case they are, guess what, busy, can’t say it often enough, busy. He had friends when he could help them, they disappeared when he couldn’t, they were now too busy, she helped with the canvass put up the posters, when her legs gave out they were too busy, busy was the word.

She is in traffic, he is on the phone, the last minute emergency, it’s no emergency but they hype it up, to make themselves look busy, it’s a matter of fact. Did being busy assume you were up to something creative. Or are you just busying yourself so you could ignore something else. I don’t want to hear that now i’m busy can’t you see.

Solomon reflected on the sun people, and how so many lives were turned upside down, and how now so many would be busy doing something they never imagined, a simple picture, from the sky, a revelation, on a poster seen by millions, it would have put the question to many lips, why!. In an effort to make it clear that it was all changing, he put in down clearly, this is something that should keep you busy thinking about it, amen, the picture.

Ezra Writes Again…

Who the darn is Ezra you might ask, an old name and a new one, there is the singer fella, I

heard his stuff, pretty good. The two friends are sitting outside a cafe, drinking the afternoon latte, they are old generation, brought up in the time when a cell phone was a gadget from star trek, beam me up scottie, one of those. Can you imagine holding a bit of plastic chuck, and talking to someone in space, cause that is what they did in star trek, chuck nods, that was a long time ago he sighs, while foam dribbles onto his shirt. You got a bit there points Harry, chuck gives the spot a rub.

The two friends remind each other of olden times, the simplicity, perhaps the naivete of people, perhaps the charm that was standard, every neighborhood had a Clark gable and a Marilyn Munro they laughed, the woman all the married women used to worry about, Chuck recalls, he smiles, it was a one night stand. And stars were stars, involved in helping, not the self centered variety.

The false teachers and the real ones, Solomon imagined something similar, the true messengers and those who jumped on the wagon, it was in the warnings, same as real stars and the imitation exist, it was all written thousands of years before, we just haven’t been reminded. Ezra was a prophet close to his heart, his story was dramatic, but the explanations he was given, clarified so much, strength and vigor exists, as we age we keel over a little, same as weakness of the Spirit. He was looking for a story, a name, a title, cause the story was written, he was just adding the coverings, he needed a name. Look back to Ezra, remember Moses, what was in their minds, how did they manage to cope with it, it was a lot in those times, imagine what they must be feeling now. Solomon sighed, pretty interesting. According to Ezra, that is not a bad title he smiled, even better, Ezra rides again, even better.

First Responder

We slowly unfurl clenched fists one finger for each fear held tight unwinding the cord in release we breathe in and slowly exhale the poisoned air one more finger loose and free and then another stretching into the eternity that we see before us. We know we need it to be this way, open hands […]

via Realm of calm — Peace, Love and Patchouli

Houston

Houston we have a problem, the phone call is short, they are not referring to the storm, even if it’s a tropic on many minds. Houston we have a problem, when said twice, the words have a strong affect. They have been watching the skies for many months, the wave patterns are not what they have heard before, it’s the reality of Heaven, the signals cannot be deciphered, it’s not something they can keep quite.  The agent of the old system, is reporting back, the findings are certainly divine, it wasn’t the news they wanted to hear, it meant the end of the old system and the start of something new, at least they had a contingency plan, let’s be nice to everyone for a while. families refused credit get letters of approval and interest free loans to get them out of the tight corner, there is relief for awhile, the storms abate, what next Houston, they didn’t want to answer that.

Solomon sighed, they should have seen the cloud, amen.

The Stream

Nothing tasted better than breakfast, so he thought for a long time, the ache never left him, the feeling of hunger. They had struggled together, she was social for the first five years of his life, stamps coupons and charity, amen. He passes over the fresh warm toast, his mother accepts it, she smiles, my boy she says, my boy, even if he had a father, what did it matter, she was the one who reared one. There was no music her side of the family, he had a brother who was a guitar genius, her son’s father, maybe that was where he got the talent from. From the back of the big yacht, she lapped it up, admiring her life many years later, except for the one yearning in her heart, we could have had a few of them, them, her children. She settled for one when she could have had a stream, then again, all she ever wanted was one.