A Somonka consisting of 2 tankas of statement/response on love theme.
fear and dread well up alone in my darkest hour enemies approach i cannot feel your presence God, have you forsaken me? no, my child, I’m here sweating drops of my own blood i know your deep pain settle your heart in silence love holds you in stone garden
i painted our basement a lucious “oyster shoal” such neutral hue embued between cloud and coal idyllic muted color match to old grey mare’s fair foal if i fall into a swoon, know the fumes have taken toll as paint chip covers wall in opalescent oyster shoal!
Inspired by Sarah’s “colours” prompt at dVersewhich fit with my latest home project.
A quadrille of 44 words on theme of “paper” linked to dVerse Poets
it’s world poetry day but you probably won’t read it in the newspapers poems aren’t news any- more than recipes are novels but why not? publish a peace poem on front page of today’s issue with bold print, yell “extra, read all about it!”
yes, i remember fondly my first hat white straw with strap on chin and blue ribbon with lacy gloves on church bench there i sat clean folded hankie was Easter sermon.
my father had lieutenant’s naval cap we played with it as kids in neighborhood whoever wore the hat commanded map and others followed orders as they should.
now that i’m older, friends go out in style we dress in purple bling, red hats feathered when we appear, we usually bring a smile we laugh and learn to love life well-weathered.
reveal under my hat, mind’s mystery read thoughts at blog: mad hatter poetry!
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. (Lamentations 3: 22, 23)
Why not follow these wise instructions from the “owner’s manual”?
I AM the Lord your God who set you free Why then make idols of created things? My name is holy, give honor to me Enjoy a day of rest, my praises sing Respect your parents, it will long life bring You should not hate or take a person’s life Bed only one who wears your wedding ring To take someone’s possessions is not right Speak truth so all can trust your honesty And be content, your blessings come from me.
The decasyllabic decastitch (10 lines of 10 syllables each) poetry form has been ascribed to Sheeley A. Cephas and named ‘the Decuain’ (pronounced duck•won). It is written in iambic pentameter with rhyme scheme (ababbcbcaa).Just follow the rules 🙂 Linking with Laura and dVerse Poets.
a poem in my pocket 
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