poetry

Dying, one Blink at a Time

This face is sheer fraud –
An impostor’s painted smile
Hides moribund eyes;
Slow they close as life torments,
Dying, one blink at a time . . .

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

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Thursday is Verse Day @FaithUnlocked – Psalm 38:13-22

I am like the deaf, who cannot hear,
    like the mute, who cannot speak;
I have become like one who does not hear,
    whose mouth can offer no reply.
Lord, I wait for you;
    you will answer, Lord my God.
For I said, “Do not let them gloat
    or exalt themselves over me when my feet slip.”
For I am about to fall,
    and my pain is ever with me.
I confess my iniquity;
    I am troubled by my sin.
Many have become my enemies without cause;
    those who hate me without reason are numerous.
Those who repay my good with evil
    lodge accusations against me,
    though I seek only to do what is good.
Lord, do not forsake me;
    do not be far from me, my God.
Come quickly to help me,
    my Lord and my Saviour.

Let us Stop Passing Judgment

Loving each other,
Let us stop passing judgment –
Instead, encourage

written in response to this week’s prompt at Haiku Horizons, drawing inspiration from the text of Romans 14:13

The Nature of Man and God

Again and again
We return to sin
It is our nature
As men

Again and again
God points to the cross
It’s in his nature
To love

The challenge for the final day of Na/GloPoWriMo2017 was to write a poem about something that happens again and again.

Sorrow for All

A world made for peace
Accursed by the pride of men
Sacrificed in greed
And the tears of our children
Foreshadow sorrow for all

written in response to this Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #31 – ‘peace’ and ‘tear’

I, Weary Traveller

Each day pens more detail
In the story of my life
Its ups and its downs
Its trivia and melodrama
Yet I hold no power
As an author’s quill does
No choice as the reader might exert
Unable to skip chapters
Or jump to the epilogue
I journey slowly through the story
Weary burdened traveller,
Stepping from page to page
Annotating the facts of the past
With no foresight of future lines

The NaPoWriMo.net challenge for Day 29 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017 was to take one of your favorite poems and find a very specific, concrete noun in it; then spend five minutes free-writing associations – other nouns, adjectives, etc. and use your original word and the results of your free-writing as the building blocks for a new poem.

I drew the word ‘traveller’ from one of my favourite poems, ‘The Listeners’ by Walter de la Mere.

Holy Tabernacle

Curtains of linen
Blue, purple and scarlet yarn
Holy Tabernacle
Clothed in commissioned splendour
Constructed with reverence

written in response to The Daily Post prompt – “yarn” – and inspired by the descriptions of the Tabernacle in the Old Testament’s book of Exodus

‘Father’ by Edgar A. Guest

My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
We have to hire a man.

My father, in a day or two
Could land big thieves in jail;
There’s nothing that he cannot do,
He knows no word like “fail.”
“Our confidence” he would restore,
Of that there is no doubt;
But if there is a chair to mend,
We have to send it out.

All public questions that arise,
He settles on the spot;
He waits not till the tumult dies,
But grabs it while it’s hot.
In matters of finance he can
Tell Congress what to do;
But, O, he finds it hard to meet
His bills as they fall due.

It almost makes him sick to read
The things law-makers say;
Why, father’s just the man they need,
He never goes astray.
All wars he’d very quickly end,
As fast as I can write it;
But when a neighbor starts a fuss,
‘Tis mother has to fight it.

In conversation father can
Do many wondrous things;
He’s built upon a wiser plan
Than presidents or kings.
He knows the ins and outs of each
And every deep transaction;
We look to him for theories,
But look to ma for action”
― Edgar A. Guest

Taste and See #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

How sweet are His words
Ears test words as the tongue tastes food
Taste and see that the Lord is good

For Day 28 of Na/GloPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo.net reminded us that many poems explore the sight or sound or feel of things, and Proust famously wrote about the memories evoked by smell. The prompt challenge was to write a poem that explores your sense of taste – this could be a poem about food, or wine, or even the oddly metallic sensation of a snowflake on your tongue.

This poem drew inspiration from the Old Testament, and in particular lines from Job and the Psalms.