Nothing New Under the Sun #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

I have seen all the things
That are done under the sun;
All of them are meaningless,
A chasing after the wind.
The wind blows to the south,
And turns to the north;
Round and round it goes,
Ever returning on its course;
What has been will be again,
what has been done will again be done.

Wisdom is better than folly,
As light is better than darkness,
The wise have eyes in their heads,
While the fool walks in the darkness;
But the same fate awaits both,
For all that man ever learns
Foolish errors shall be made again.

I have seen all the things
that are done under the sun;
all of them are meaningless,
a chasing after the wind.

I denied myself nothing my eyes desired,
I refused my heart no pleasure;
My heart took delight in all my labours,
And this was the reward for all my toil:
When I surveyed all, that my hands had done,
Which I had toiled to achieve,
Yet there was nothing new under the sun.

What do people get for all the toil,
Anxious striving, as they labour under the sun?
All their days their work is grief and pain;
even at night their minds do not rest.

I saw everything was meaningless,
A chasing after the wind;
Nothing was gained under the sun.

Day 8 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017, and the official prompt at is to write a poem that relies on repetition of a phrase, or just a word. This poem draws on the verses of Ecclesiastes in the bible’s Old Testament.

The Masked Face

Even in laughter
The heart may ache and cry out,
A masked face rejoice;
Yet sorrow’s dulled eyes peer through –
Tears of grief or pain, not joy

a tanka written in response to Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #28 – “laugh” and “cry”, and drawing in part on Proverbs 14:13

The Mirror

My mirror is dull,
fogged and tarnished,
Cracked and warped
beyond repair.
My own reflection
is so diminished –
Is that really me
I see in there?

‘Here, use mine,’
says the Father,
‘It’s always shining,
crystal clear.
See me smiling,
over your shoulder?
Ready to wipe
your welling tears?’

may use that mirror,
One unsullied
by this world’s lies.
Embed that truth,
make it a pillar,
And smile right back
at His smiling eyes.

“But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord.”
– 2 Corinthians 3:18 (NKJV)

originally written in 2014, and re-worked following today’s prompt at The Daily Post – “recognize”

Joy’s River

Shame’s tears ebb and flow
Mercies stem sorrows’ dull tides –
Joy’s river runs through

written in response to today’s RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #133 – “Flow & Tear”

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

The Whispering of Many – quadrille #24 @dVersePoets

I hear the whispering of many —
as together they scheme against me,
conspiring against my life.

Brought low, my voice becomes incorporeal –
the voice of a ghost;
from the dust my speech shall whisper…
yet still, I hear the many –
whispering from every side.

a quadrille (44 words) written in response to the prompt at dVerse Poets Pub – “whisper” – and drawing loosely on the text of Psalm 31:13 and Isaiah 29:4

Clinging On

when the spirals
spin ever eccentrically
downward, downward

when the depths
sink energetically
deeper, deeper

when every turn
confronts despair
hurting, hurting

wakeful and yet so listless
isolated yet standing off
tearful and dysfunctional
concentration, simply shot

what then can I do
but hold on not to deceit,
but cling on to Truth

what more can I do
than hold on not to pain
but cling on to what is Good

Lord help me, O help me
to cling only, on to You

Today’s Daily post prompt is cling

Uneven Breaths

Uneven breaths,
Irregular beats;
Anxiety pangs
Tearing at my chest;
From wit’s end
To misery;
From there
To journey’s end?
Anxiety short-circuits
Mind, body; journey.

Listen to my words, Lord,
consider my lament.
Hear my cry for help,
my King and my God,
for to you I pray.

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post, and concluding with verses 1-2 of Psalm 5

Darkness Returns #writephoto

Dark Clouds Sunburst #writephoto

Darkness returns
Storm clouds close in
Tight chest, dull pain
Anxiety aches

Dulled mind cries out
Numbed to the world
Empty heart sighs
“Enough, enough . . . ”

Days – no purpose
Life – meaningless
When will it end?
Where is the Sun?

written in response to today’s daily prompt at The Daily Post, and the #writephoto prompt at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Life is Meaningless

Days without purpose
Have I forsaken myself?
Life is meaningless

written in response to today’s daily prompt at The Daily Post

“Meaningless! Meaningless!”
says the Teacher.
“Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless.”
– Ecclesiastes 1:2