Black and White #1Liner Wednesday

This song has been running through my brain since I awoke this morning; and although the song writer may have had another inspiration, all forms of art inspire each of us in different ways. As I scrolled through my images, this one struck me as the way my soul is feeling about life right now. 

The world is still so full of beautiful things while Nature continues her struggle to be brilliant and survive our ever increasing brutal assault against her without conscience. Still,  there is something decidedly different about life in these times, something...less.

There seems to be less brilliance, less exuberance, less enthusiasm, a lack of vibrance and energy...a lack of color.

Is it my eyes, seeing the world I love through the haze of 

disenchantment?

I often feel alone in trying to shine on through the dismal outlook of the

masses..

as they tremble under the watchful gaze of the hungry that wait for the smoke to clear,

eager to feed.

I feel cast out, adrift on a sea of vast hope and woeful reflection..

so empty.

while longing for the days of lilting leaves and dancing dragonflies...

Your vibrance shows in shadow and light,

But my heart knows your true colors.

Life, continual as it is, carries on..

while it weeps for what may be lost.

and wonders, 

“Will there be any more rainbows of promise to comfort the destroyers?”

I love Death Cab for Cutie and I almost saw them in concert once upon a time. This is the spark for my thought droppings today.

Make Mine an Old Fashioned

 Please....

A most perfect Pomegranate Old Fashioned at Yard House. Ahhh...

But this has not always been the case. In my very early days of alcohol adventures (we won’t say how early) I preferred milder cocktail selections, many of them way too sweet. I found out later in life that the sugar and alcohol mix are the perfect recipe for hangovers-as well as learning that sugar is basically evil, so I moved on. But, I digress.

My first foray into the world of booze was a Vodka Collins, but I can spell that one.  😜 Then there were the good old daiquiri on the rocks, made with (ugh) clear Rum. That was another standard for me in the early days. It would be a few years before I was introduced to the frozen fruity dessert drink that bears the same name. Now, drinking those sneaky devils has proved much easier than writing about them, and to this day that word remains the one that I will inevitably have to always research for the correct spelling. I wanted to add a ‘c’ or leave out that first ‘i’. Well, let’s just agree that there are way too many ‘i’s in it to begin with. It should, by all pronunciation rules, be spelled dakwuri, or ‘dakry’, if you’re from the South. 😉

Thank goodness for search engines. I don’t even have to go all the way to Wikapedia or a dictionary any longer. You can type most any semblance of a word into Google and one of the choices is inevitably “how to spell...”. See, Dan, and Ande, I don’t think ill of all things programming related. 😊 So there you have it, my adventures in misspelling and my misadventures in booze. What shall I have today, at a decent hour, after the work is done...

One of these might be nice..

This is always a good choice. And it IS after 10 am. 

Now this would be perfection. If I were in Atlanta. At King of Pops. This was an Tropical concotion with a Berry Pop. 👌🏼

Whatever you choose, or not, to drink this weekend, I want to wish you a most happy and relaxing one. 

Cheers! And if you are still thirsty, pop over to the bar at Dan’s place place and I’ll set you up. We just got in a shipment of Corona! Beer, that is..

Today’s blog post is courtesy of Linda Hill’s prompt to use a word that you sometimes, often, or always have to look up to spell correctly. Visit her blog for some great prompts and to meet a lot of talented writers. 

The Morning After

 This one seems appropriate to me right now. 

There’s got to be a morning after

if we can hold on through the night.

We have a chance to find the sunshine,

let’s keep on looking for the light. 

It’s not too late

we should be giving

only with love can we climb..

It’s not too late

not while we’re living,

let’s put our hands out in time.

Oh can’t you see the morning after.

We’re moving closer to the shore.

I know we’ll be there by tomorrow

and we’ll escape the darkness,

we won’t be searching anymore....

I chose this version of her live performance during the 1988 MD telethon because I always admired Jerry Lewis and his efforts to support the Muscular Dystrophy Foundation. I volunteered at several locations as a teenager to man phones, make and fetch coffee and anything else that needed to be done.

We need to get back to the busyness of life, of caring and sharing what is important, of lifting one another up rather than constantly tearing each other down. The world needs to reflect the inner beauty of her inhabitants, not the pale imitation that Narcissa has mesmerized so many with. 

I must believe there will be a morning after that is bright with confident hope, deep appreciation and fresh gratitude. 

Ole Blue Eyes

 I am always in awe of the beauty of Nature and am enamored of things with wings. Lately the Ibis have been close. It amazes me that they have such blue eyes...and that inner eyelid that can sometimes be caught with a very quick shutter! 😉

Hello sweetheart..

There’s that ‘nictitating’ eyelid. 🤭

Made me think of another Ole Blue Eyes...this one just seems appropriate in these days.

Where Am I? #SoCS

 

Where is the clarity

that once was me?

I held it firmly in my grasp

only hours ago.

My mind is a blur

and the world a whir

of inconsistent incongruity

of poorest quality.

Free falling I grope

for the elusive rope

of sanity that defined my

purpose in living.

The world seems to be

of low to medium quality,

although with every breath I

whisper words of hope.

My mantra now and always

“Seek your joy in all the days”

for each could be the last

you’ll know its gifts.

Of late I’m feeling older

as humanity grows colder-

a pale reflection of  myself

without direction. 

Doppelgängers, she and I,

in battle for the me and my

that guide ourselves

into our destiny. 

Medium defines it well

as far as either one can tell.

We patiently observe and wait 

for wonderful to slay the Awful beast. 

Then, arising, we devour

 every new and waking hour-

a Phoenix from the ash of 

 dark and dour.

CKP copyright words and image

2020

 

Today’s post is in response to Linda Hill’s prompt ‘medium’

The Angels Weep

The angels are crying in heaven tonight,

but their tears go unheard as we bicker and fight.

Their hearts are so heavy, they’ve got tears in their eyes

for the loud angry voices that rise to whisper lies.

The angels are crying in heaven tonight cuz they can’t understand why

we follow the depths of darkness, missing the rainbow in the sky.

Why can’t we find the light 

and end the useless fight,

for none but death shall win

as it walks us to the end

so that Earth might live again

in Peace. 

Mother Nature is our friend

yet we, but dust in the wind,

wage war upon her face

as we promote such a disgrace

as hatred, greed and apathy-

whence comes that sweet epiphany

to save us from erase?

The angels weep

As we, asleep,

create a nightmare from the dream.

I took an hour yesterday to put my feet upon the sand and whisper to the ocean, apologizing to this Earth for the ugliness that the human race has inflicted upon her soul when she offers such sweet gifts. If crawling pests invade your home, you promptly seek a way to eradicate them, don’t you? We have become a pestilence in Nature’s home. When will we learn? 

Look for the angels, for they reveal themselves everywhere

We are broken and only we can stop the destruction

The angels are crying in heaven tonight.

Their hearts are so heavy, they’ve got tears in their eyes.

The angels are crying in heaven tonight

cuz they don’t understand why

We can’t find the light. 

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