Great prompt
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“The ego gets what it wants with words. The soul finds what it needs in silence.” Richard Rohr
Rest. . .
In that place where endless sky meets ocean wave
Where plump blue berry meets thin green leaf,
Where clarity gifts a kaleidoscope of joy.
. . . . . Breath and breath and never mind
The house begging for repair, the tree wanting a trim.
Never mind the floors awaiting the broom
The accounts begging for their balance . . .
. . . . . . Observe the contours joy …
From the quiet mind and the stilled pen,
Joy! dancing on sunbeams and resting
On the limb of a moon-lighted tree . . .
© 2019, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT
Are we frail humans able to embrace the light, forgo the mundane for the miraculous? Maybe? Maybe not? Maybe sometimes?…
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The Wombwell Rainbow 
Hi Jamie,
Here’s my first response:
All Magicians Are
ordinary.
Out of fat air they appear,
produce their heads out of flat caps,
repair ladies who see themselves
split in half. Their art is to make
the wonderful the everyday.
No open mouths or hair on ends.
No awestruck. Far better
delight in the commonplace.
the banal. get up, go to work,
return, watch t.v. or go out
to lunch on meat and two veg,
sleep with the same spouse of thirty years.
Cut your toe nails, wash behind your ears,
love your grey hairs and her thigh fat.
Hi Jamie,
Here’s my second response:
A Little Girl
places her found autumn oak leaf
in all its yellow and red on my conveyor belt.
I consider my potential responses:
Sorry love you can’t buy that here.
Sorry love it has no barcode, so won’t go through.
That’s a free gift from nature, love.
At the finish I advise
Sorry you can’t put that through, love
and she removes the leaf from the belt.
At the finish it is all child’s play
in the adult buy and sell.