good to remember…

HE follows each of us…everyday, everywhere, every post!

uplifted

But you, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head. – Psalm 3:3 (ESV)

sun’s morning rays
lift eyelids awake
new day…i’m alive

open book of life
your words lift spirit
illuminate my mind

my body, a temple,
lift legs higher; time
to move lively now

thanks before meal
lift voice in prayer
given food for life

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Quadrille (44 words) linked to dVerse Poets where De (whimsygizmo) gives us a “lift” 🙂

french documentary

photo from getty images

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stags wander forest

storks build nest atop chimney

breathe blue mountain air

elfjie treasure

Heritage Village – photo by lynn

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glass
butter churn
its paddles soar
grandkids test antique taste
history

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An elfjie is a little elven poem of 11 words in 5 lines; theme today is “soar”. See guidelines for form here. Thanks to David for hosting and Sarah Whiley for posting an interesting W3 prompt!

in memoriam

Adobe stock photo

morning of 9-11-2001…where were you when unimaginable tragedy struck?

at home
with children
husband says,
“turn on news”
watch furtively
shield little eyes
(they saw enough
to fear airplanes)
terrorists fly fueled
deathtraps to fiery
destruction & chaos
hell’s heat & smoke
people panic, jump
screams & sirens
first responders are
brave to rescue the
injured & bleeding
buildings collapse
leveled to street
low cloud billows
of dust & debris
onlookers run as
victims lie buried
below steel cross

the following summer, in month of June
when my father called to tell me mom had died,
(she was our second wife & mother we grieve)
he commented, “our twin towers have fallen.”

for sarah

From ‘Apple’ by Sarah Connor:
“There is a wholesomeness to apples:
 the white flesh crisp, fine-grained,
 the sweet, sharp scent. The skin.”

remember…

the soft flesh of her skin
fine-grained and oh so white;
breathe in sharply such crisp
wholesomeness: the sweet
appled scent of a woman


From ‘No mail – no post’ by Sarah Connor:
“No words.
 No rhymes, no poeming tonight,
 just this blank space,
 this white page, 
stretching endlessly”

poet’s legacy

will old blogs stretch
into blank white space?
No! corvid words live on
endlessly…in books,
rhymes of poems and
even tonight’s posts,
like letters mailed
lovingly to the future!


Linking to dVerse as a tribute to our fellow poet, Sarah Connor. Thanks to Kim for her interview/conversation with Sarah posted tonight! And may God be near you and your family, Sarah.


luminescence

fireflies like prayers

flashes of hopefulness rise…

yet full moon outshines

image, “transformation”, from pixabay

cavernous musings

Dora at dVerse suggests we explore liminal spaces…

photo by lynn

“In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between them, there are doors.” -William Blake


shadows, jagged and toothy
hang from limestone gums
as sharp stalagmites reach
up from dark jaws of chaos.

what hideousness in pit of
earth’s bowels? a creature
vicious as vampire bat or
loathsome as cave troll?

dare strap on headlamp
to crawl through dampest
fears? discover passage
into fiery lake of magma?

only blind fish and dank
bacteria can exist in space
lost to the conscious world,
bathed in eternal twilight.

miss bibli ophelia

Linking to dVerse poetics and feeling nostalgic with Lillian this evening…

in comfortable chair with eager arms
she opens book to uncover its charms
from pages living letters, words escape
in visions of an author’s storyscape;
such rich imaginations fill her head
with true ideals, aspiring soul is fed.
her heart in chest does real affection swell
how many pleasant hours she’ll not tell;
another’s point of view now understood
to grow inside with character proves good.
she wanders on from scene to shining scene
and wonders what a metaphor might mean.
reader will thrill at unexpected plot;
whether one owns a signed copy or not.

woman with a book by artist, Catrin Welz-Stein

brevity

grass grows like mad in may

failing to see his brother, i

commit murder with mower.

ashamed…i finish lawn only

to flee indoors from grieving

parents frantically hopping…

hoping a better future for this

adolescent on the edge of life

and flight training; he chirps

mournfully, poops on the deck

railing…still reeling, he flies low

to refuge under lilac’s shadow…

i pray the cats don’t find him.

12 years blogging

Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com

walking wounded

bitten by the snake,
poison circulates system.
venom on the tongue,
with desire to bite back.

why live on blade of bitterness?
if offender will not be offended;
yet stabbed more hearts than one
when chose another over dear son.

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Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written,
“Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” (Romans 12:19, ESV)

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