Posted in August 2014, Choka

Haven of Rest

Garden bench under the pine trees

Come sit awhile

On the comfy garden bench,

Neath’ the tall pine trees.

Let the sun melt away your cares.

Close your eyes and rest.

Nature’s tranquility

Will refresh your soul,

And you will leave renewed

To face another day of life.

Choka

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Grieving

Chaos acrylic painting

Peace is lost, chaos reigns,

As masked voices protest

“We cannot breathe”.

Colors war with one another,

All seeking their rights,

As Covid looms, bringing death.

“Be gone from us!”

We cry out in desperation

Grieving for what used to be.

Choka

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Nature’s Refuge

My garden

In the early morn,

Rising with the summer sun,

Waking with the birds,

I sit among trees and flowers,

Sipping coffee as

Windchimes serenade me.

A squirrel scurries,

Butterflies flutter, bees buzz.

My garden shuts out the world.

Choka

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Summer’s New Normal??

Sleeping cloud

Summer’s been sleeping,

Wasting her alotted days

Procrastinating.

Weather man keeps promising

Tomorrow for sure

We’ll see her warm sunny smile,

Yet so far it seems

She keeps on hibernating.

Will tomorrow ever come?

Choka

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I Can and Can’t

Dandelions

As I walk through this life

I can change many things

But I can’t change you

I can change my habits

But I can’t change yours

I can control my actions

But can’t control yours

I can do so many things

But only God can change you

Choka

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As Time Goes By

Pen writing “Once upon a time” on paper

Life is passing by

Enjoy the living moments

While you have time

Savor every moment

Before it is gone

Grasping all those good times

While they’re in reach

Will give you good memories

A storehouse of treasures

Choka

It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It’s called living. —Terry Pratchett

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Welcome Summertime!

Welcome Summertime yard windmill

Twenty Two days since

June arrived to bring us

Summertime again

How long we have waited

Anticipating

The sunshine to greet us

Each morning we woke

And now in the midst of it

We treasure each moment

Choka

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A Firm Foundation

Big solid rock

Earth’s tickling my feet,

Sensations surround my mind,

Running to escape, I

Keep reaching towards heaven,

Grasping above me,

Looking for a life line,

A hand reaches down,

Lifts me to another level,

Where I stand on solid rock.

Choka

On Christ, the solid rock, I stand

All other ground is sinking sand…”

from “My Hope Is Built on Nothing Less”, a Christian hymn written by Edward Mote, a pastor at Rehoboth Baptist Church in Horsham, West Sussex. Mote wrote around 100 hymns, this one, which he wrote in 1834, being the best known of his.

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Last Nights Dream

Lamp and Tamborine drawing
Drawing by Leona J. Atkinson 05-28-20

Objects left behind,

Old out dated wooden lamps

And a tamborine,

That made no sound because

It had no jingles,

Only leather cords hanging

In braids, when shaken

They made no noise at all,

In someone’s storage shed.

Choka

In my dream last night I was a worker who was part of a cleanup team that cleared out and cleaned up houses that had been recently vacated for some reason, perhaps by people moving away or from them passing on from this life.

In this one particular scene I and others in my group, who I don’t know, no one was revealed to me, came upon a storage shed that was filled with old, quality made, wooden objects, like hand carved lamps and such. One of my companions wondered if the people would be returning to take these items as they seemed to be of value, but though they were beautifully carved wood they were outdated, and I thought that might be the reason they were left behind.

At the end of the shelf I saw a tambourine, and when I picked it up it made no sound. I saw it was because it had no jingles, only braided leather ropes hanging down. I swished it back and forth but it was silent.

Then I awoke and am now pondering what this dream might mean, either for me or someone else.

One thought I had was that instruments or objects weren’t being used for the purpose they’d been created for.

The tambourine wasn’t meant to be silent. It’s jingles we’re missing rendering it useless, but why it had leather braids is still a mystery to me…

Also, the fine quality carved wood lamps were not being used for the purpose they were created for. They were being hidden in a storage unit, sitting idle in a shelf, not showing the beautiful workmanship of their creator and not shining their light as they were supposed to do.

Hmmmm… interesting thoughts…

(I tried drawing as best I could the images I saw in my dream, also now wondering if the carved diamond shapes have any meaning…)

Your comments are welcomed. Any thoughts??

Thank you.

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Summertime Saturdays

Freshly cut grass lawn

Sound of a lawnmower

The smell of freshly cut grass

Childhood memories

Of summertime mornings

And Saturday chores

Mom cleaning the whole house

Dad working in the yard

Me trying in vain to sleep in

Cus my sheets gotta be washed

Choka

Thursday is usually the day the landscapers cut the grass here in the complex where I live. Since today was a warm sunny day ( in the 70’s) I was outside tending to my plants and experienced that smell of freshly cut grass, which I love, and it also brought back some childhood memories of summertime Saturdays. 😊