Absent without leave,
You used to be my mother,
Yet seem not to care;
This illness is so cruel,
Now you’re absent without love.
Na/GloPoWriMo2017 Day 16 and the prompt at NaPoWriMo.net is to write a poem in the form of a letter to a person, place, or thing, or in the form of a back-and-forth correspondence.
Images of red discs,
Worn by a slow cranking shaft –
Yet to understand
a genuine account of an abstract daydream, shared in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post – my failure to make sense of my own daydream did make me a little ‘cranky’.
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
“I have never separated the writing of poetry from prayer. I have grown up believing it is a vocation, a religious vocation.”
– Derek Walcott, poet and Nobel laureate (1930 – 2017)
Sat, ruminating;
Contemplating life’s trials –
Don’t have the stomach
written in response to today’s prompt at the Daily Post
ruminate ˈruːmɪneɪt/
verb
1. think deeply about something.
2. (of a ruminant) chew the cud.
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?’
Anyone
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”
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
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
Written following this week’s Haiku Challenge on RonovanWrites – “Miss & Past” :
Seize today’s chances
For missed opportunities
Remain in the past
In Christ I am now true to myself,
In Christ I am reborn, free,
In Christ the enemy has no claim,
In Christ I’m the best I can be.
In Christ I have gifts I never dreamed,
In Christ, no more need to flee,
In Christ alone I have royal robes,
In Christ I like being the real me.
A collaboration
Of two men,
Joined by name,
Divided by 20 years;
The older
Regarding the younger,
Not recognising
The man he was;
Lamenting
The man he became;
Still hoping
For the man he is
Yet to be;
Lord, have mercy.
Faith Unlocked 