Picture Poetic Asides

 Picture Perfect

 

“A picture’s worth a thousand words”

Maybe that’s how it used to be,

but now with AI,

they lie so convincingly.

How much is that worth?

Maybe a thousand questions.

3 poems, 1 topic, Poetic Bloomings

 

Relationship with God

 

Glad to never be alone

She checks in with Him often

When violent storms rock her boat

Like Jesus, she rests

 

Character

 

Fun

Playful

Creative

Adventurous

Odd sense of humor

Kind of dumb, kind of smart

Falls down eight times, gets up nine

 

Activities

 

Writes, travels, keeps house

Prays, worships

Aims to love others

flower, Poetic Asides

 

Gorse

 

The prickly, flowering evergreen shrub, also known as

furze, whin, prickly broom, honey-bottle or French-fuzz.

When roaming through Scotland and Ireland,

seeing the bright yellow gorse in spring time,

reminds me of golden autumn leaves back home.

I’m looking forward to seeing gorse again.

I think I’d prefer to call it “whin”

 a prettier name for such a beautiful bush.

Mothers

 

Mothers

 

Mothers are like soft comfortable quilts

With different, textures, colors, stories.

Like the bright sun shining as the earth tilts.

Like sponges, mothers absorb our worries.

Each child represents a mother’s glories.

Mothers are like refreshing water springs,

Giving joy and life like nothing else brings.

Mothers seem to be from another place.

They are guardian angels without wings.

Mothers persevere by God’s love and grace.

Year Poetic Asides

 

The Year of Breakthrough

 

Is this the year

I do what I’ve been putting off

for decades

and break through this blockade

and actually get my work published?

Taking aim.

Yesterday Poetic Bloomings

Hebrews 13:8

 

Jesus Christ, always the same,

Yesterday, today and forever.

Salvation is in no other name.

Jesus Christ, always the same,

Sets us free from sin and shame.

Our bond, He will not sever.

Jesus Christ, always the same,

Yesterday, today and forever.

Prayer for Writing

 Resumption

 

So, I’m ready to restart my writing journey.

Oh, I have been writing forty-some years,

a poem a day for over twenty,

journaling every day.

 

But there are about twenty novels,

a plethora of picture books,

dozens of devotions

languishing on my computer.

 

Market books on my Kindle are waiting.

Self-publishers such as Amazon

have made publishing convenient.

There are oodles of options for websites.

 

I’ve been relearning how to think

by putting together 2000-piece jigsaw puzzles.

Set the framework, put in the easy pieces,

work consistently one piece at a time.

 

I’ve been reading devotions I have written

for a national online ministry twelve years

and I surprise myself.

I can see that the Lord helps me.

 

So help me Lord,

one piece at a time,

to finish my works, publish them,

and get them into the hands of readers.

 

May my forty-plus years of writing

not go to waste, but be used for Your glory,

for the encouragement of others,

and for lighting paths for wanderers.