Surrender *

it was so easily

done

when He spoke

quietly,

listen.

as she obediently

sits

within desire opens,

growing

her restraint isn’t only

physical,

she is bound to His

spirit

her understanding, this

love

she knows it’s limits, are

unlimited

she opens her heart

willingly,

listening to its inner

whisperings.

Her submission is

trust,

never doubting

what He offers

in return is

an endless

chain,

their words.

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*Note: As always for your musical enjoyment

The title is taken from a painting by Jack Vettriano, O.B.E., b.1951 – oil on canvas. I very much like his works. About his artistic style: Vettriano is a self-taught artist in drawing and perspective who manipulates paint in veiled glazes and meaningful shadows.[40] Vettriano’s style has been compared to those of Hopper and Sickert, and his scudded beaches to those of Boudin.[41] In many of his paintings, there is a hidden narrative, in enigmatic compositions, a starting point for dozens of short stories.[42] https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Vettriano

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Day of the Dead (tankas)*

clear circular sphere

fore tells a full moon rising

all hollows eve nears

living await Los Muertos

family gone brought to life

candles burning bright

photos ‘n items cherished

placed upon their graves

nights joy where death has no role

Celebrating memories

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*Note: The Day of the Dead (Spanish: Día de Muertos) is a Mexican holiday celebrated throughout Mexico, in particular the Central and South regions, and by people of Mexican heritage elsewhere. Always for your listening pleasure a song for The Day of the Dead. 🌎✌🏻💙

Take care, be safe.

For a wonderful story telling historyof this three day celebration, I’ve attached this link for your enjoyment.

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Crystal Ball ” September 28, 2020

Awaiting *

never ending nights

passed by,

as she’d look toward

a dark sapphire sky.

waiting for her Beloved

moon to rise,

He her first

if ever there was.

this time of year

has always been

the forever season,

hers alone.

in His iridescent glow

she sits quietly

as He captivates

her with His charm.

this rapture takes hold,

grows spreads like a virus

within her.

theirs has always been a

templed relationship

based on their own

divine intervention,

the one and only now,

desperate to remember.

together they’d play

their game of give and

take with love sick words.

her quarantined syllables

are like every touch,

finding its path to the

up ended truth

that is His way.

His breath a slight

breeze, sweetly

whispering to her,

join me our time

is now, sit beside me

on bended knees.

she knows the time

has come too respond.

Quietly she answers

with her treasured

beautiful inside words.

i have no bouquet

of roses, just this one

i give to You which was

nurtured by my love

during your absence.

She knows He will

slowly move away,

leaving her to

await His return

once again.

the stars now are

her companions,

His trinkets of Love,

he left in her

care.

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Note: Tonight there is a full moon, known as the Harvest Moon. Every three months represent a beginning to a new season. I hope you enjoy my musical choice.

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Boxes*

She knew

there was no room

for her.

The sincerity

of words written,

shattered emotion,

carried fragile lines.

Waiting

each day

adding another

promise penned

joining others.

Letters, cards

laid to rest

in boxes,

waiting.

Becoming fragile

with each

passing year,

waiting.

Life moved on

time stood still;

the boxes

waited.

Bound secretly

she was

that warm

summer night

to One.

her heart

waited,

in silence.

she gazed upon

dusks violet light,

knowing the

boxes

waited,

within them

she placed

her words,

Bound

Love

Promised

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Note: I hope that you enjoy my song choice which was originally recorded by Civil Twilight. However I chose this recording by Lauren King I wanted to use woman’s voice for this piece. She sings this song clearly and beautifully.

Always 🌎✌🏻💜 Be safe, take care.

A Quiet Man *

I speak to

you sometimes

in those moments

before

sunset

sunrise,

I feel your closeness

within the sound

of the wind through

the trees.

I miss

your gentle quiet ways,

comfortable with silence;

your words of wisdom,

offered tenderly;

your ever present smile,

my own given in return;

your calm ice blue eyes,

that always saw my soul.

I was like an island,

surrounded by an

endless ocean

of love you held

in your heart

for me.

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*Note: I was lucky to have this gentle man as my father.

This is a photo of my Dad at the age of 21 shortly after my parents were married. My Dad is looking directly into the lens he always did that. He looked people straight in the eye never looking away. As I got older I noticed it made people uncomfortable, sometimes they’d look away. I remember asking my Dad why that was. His response was two fold, either their lying or hiding something deeper they don’t want you to see.

On a side note: I have a photo of my Mother age 17 in the same setting, apparently taken the same day. however she is actually reading (she loved books) the book.

Wishing my fellow bloggers a Happy Fathers Day to the men who choose to be a Dad, Step Dad, Adopt, or Mentor a child, remember be kind, understanding you are molding who they’ll become.

Always 🌎 ✌🏻 💙 Take care, be safe.