Posted in Choka

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be returning to take these items as they seemed to be of value, but though they were beautifully carved wood they were outdated, and I thought that might be the reason they were left behind.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.

Posted in Cinquain

Hearts in My Path

Heart shape on blacktop in parking lot
Heart shape on blacktop in parking lot

Heartprints

Everywhere

Left by those who care

Mean more than fingerprints or

Footprints

Cinquain

( I was surprised to see another heart shape in my path today as I walked thru the parking lot at my local grocery store. This one was just a dry patch in the wet blacktop, not sure how it came to be there but it caught my eye. The last heart shape I saw a couple weeks ago in the parking lot was created from gum or candy I think. Just amazing that I keep seeing these heart shapes in my path. Looks like someone is leaving heartprints! 😊 )

Reminds me of the beautiful poem I posted below by an Unknown Author . It’s titled “Heartprints”


Heartprints

Whatever our hands touch – we leave fingerprints!

On walls, on furniture, doorknobs, dishes, books – there’s no escape!

As we touch we leave our identity.

Oh God, wherever I go today, help me leave heartprints!

Heartprints of compassion, of understanding and love,

Heartprints of kindness and genuine concern.

May my heart touch a lovely neighbor, or a runaway daughter

or an anxious mother, or perhaps even a friend.

Lord, send me out today to leave heartprints.

And if someone should say “I felt your touch”,

May that one sense YOUR LOVE

Touching them through ME!

Author: Unknown

Posted in Mirror Cinquain, September 2015

Life’s Purpose?

Mirror Cinquain poem about life's purpose--shadows
Original Poetry by Leona J. Atkinson ©2015 (graphic from clker.com) Based on Psalm 39: 4-7 NKJV “LORD, make me to know my end, And what is the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am. Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my age is as nothing before You; Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor. Selah Surely every man walks about like a shadow; Surely they busy themselves in vain; He heaps up riches, And does not know who will gather them. “And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You.”