Creative Bloomings revise an old poem

Written in 2004

Forest Trail

I feel kind of dead and lost

Wandering  around in the woods

Occasionally enjoying the journey

the smells of ferns and moss and earth

the sounds of birds and crackling of sticks and leaves under my feet

Occasionally hating the journey

The mosquitoes

the cold

the monotony

wondering where in the world I am

or why I’m in the woods in the first place

is it to build a log cabin

learn from nature

for exercise

Sometimes I just want out of the woods

Help me know your purposes

and not forget them

so matter where I’m at

or whether I’m enjoying it or not

I at least know that I’m going in the right direction.

revision: 

Forest Companion

I wander in the woods,

enjoying traipsing there—

the sounds of woodland birds,

the smells of ferns and moss,

the crackling underfoot.                     

But rain can get me down.

Mosquitoes irritate.

Monotony abounds.

I wander, wondering

where in the world I am.

Or why I’m even there.

Is it for exercise?

To grow, to learn, to care?

To build a home of logs?

Sometimes, I just want out.

Please, help me understand,

through bad times and the good,

You’re there with map in hand,

still walking by my side,

my hiking guide and friend.

than-bauk

His funny face

Is a trace smart

And spacey, too. 

CB than bauk

I hear a bell

From the well. Oh!

Cat fell down there.

creative bloomings than-bauk

An empty keg

Drunken beggar

An egg on face 

excited

Nobody wants to die,

but heaven awaits.

We anticipate

something better than baby shampoo—

no more tears!

pa excited

Excited

Wide grin

Adrenaline

Whirling partner around

Slam dunking trash into a can

What next?

poetic asides excited

Excited

E nergized, doing a happy dance

eXtremely performing a joyful prance

C harged and motivated

I nspired, stimulated

T alking rapidly, chuckles, giggles

E lectrified, consumed in wriggles

D aring adventure anticipated 

revised wha triversan

A Call to Write

I have been writing

thirty plus years; I wonder,

when did I first get the call?

When  Dad read to me

in his monotone about

the cute family dragon?

When Mom allowed me

to put Little Golden Books

in the grocery cart each week?

In fifth grade when I

picked up paper and pencil

to write my first mystery?

When I took my first

children’s fiction writing course

or went to a conference?

When  a publisher

accepted a story or

when I wrote my first novel?

When I self-published

a poetry book, or when

my piece appeared in a book?

When I was assigned

five devotions a month with

a national ministry?

I long to worship

and serve Him in all I do,

writing is just one of them.

I aim to explore

God’s love through fiction and non,

poetry and devotions.

Was it the Lord’s call  

 or was it just Him using

what I offered back to Him? 

Poetic Asides Triversen

Taking the Test

I anticipate

an exciting adventure

up in this Hemlock.

Charming guides chuckle

and joke about the great fall,

yet reassure us.

We are well equipped

to dangle, zip and zoom high

over piney earth.

Past challenges flash

mockingly through my charged mind,

times I cringed in fear.

Skipped water skiing,

declined dance with foreign guy,

sat out adventures.

I step on the bridge

to nowhere, watching others

timidly take turns.

Fearing fear itself,

I watch for the go-ahead,

close my eyes, and jump.

Creative Bloomings color

Midnight Blue

A horse gallops on a moonlit beach

Kayak paddles dip in glittering water

A campfire scent drifts in a cool breeze

An acoustic guitar strums an old folk song

Lovers kiss in dark silhouette

Romance, adventure, mystery

A touch of fantasy

Dreams

Poetic Asides Perspective Creative Bloomings Nonet

From Matthew 23:37

America, O, America,

you who abort unborn babies,

imprison the innocent,

and set the guilty free,

how often I long

to embrace you,

like lovers,

yet you

won’t. 

Creative Bloomings Choose a Line Over time and distance

Over Time and Distance

Our memories fade out

Over time

We move away and soon forget

We do, without a doubt

Seems a crime

We cast friends off like an old debt

But still they live inside

Little bits

Which complete our total story

Big secrets we confide

Greatest hits

Fun adventures, guts and glory

Memories in layers

Unnoticed

Like grains of sand make up a beach

They’re mixed within our love and prayers

They subsist

Whether or not they are in reach 

Creative Bloomings Choose a Line Where we always laugh and dream

Where We Always Laugh and Dream

I long to go to that place

where we laugh and dream,

but bitterness kills hope

and unforgiveness silences laughter.

So I dream alone

and laugh with others.

Creative Blooming choose a line love lies buried

Love lies buried

beneath childhood scars

waiting for a healing touch

Creative Bloomings Choose a line: Shared but not Divided

Shared, but not Divided

There’s enough love to go around

For God is love

Love’s dimensions will astound

There’s enough love to go around

His gifts of kindness abound

May our actions stem thereof

There’s enough love to go around

For God is love

Creative Bloomings Choose a line--Evening is a Shroud

Evening is a Shroud

Sunset: day’s death dawns

Souls lie asleep in darkness

Resting, remaining

Waiting for resurrection

When brilliant morning sun shines

wha # 4

Exploration

Jesus prayed,

Father make us one.

As We’re one, may they be made.

What Jesus asked, God has done.

God answered

with the Holy Ghost.

In love, unity’s displayed—

the church, Spirit, Father, Son.

My heart’s stirred

to write and to boast,

and explore His Word

and love—coast to coast, to coast.

a prayer

I Cling to You, Lord

Hello, Lord,

I love You so much.

My heart’s where Your Word is stored.

Lord, I crave Your gentle touch.

Help me see

Your hand in my life

and the blessings You afford,

but release me from their clutch.

Set me free.

Cut greed like a knife.

Help me own them, not them me.

May I live in peace, not strife

Poetic Asides Care

Care Giving

I’m not a saint or insane

I make a living giving care

My job’s a blessing and a bane

They now live in my domain

Occasionally it feels unfair

I’m not a saint or insane

Like a family with its strain

Calling for a lot of prayer

My job’s a blessing and a bane

Relentless, like a ball and chain

24/7, I’m always there

I’m not a saint or insane

But still there is much to gain

They have hugs and smiles to spare

My job’s a blessing and a bane

Yes, it’s worth it in the main

I receive and I share

I’m not a saint or insane

My job’s a blessing and a bane 

Creative Bloomings Palindrome

Fun Moments

Laughter

Grins, giggles, guffaws

Bubbly, infectious

Rolling, delighting, shaking

Hiccups, titters, smiles

Friends enjoying friends

Smiles, titters, hiccups

Shaking, delighting, rolling

Infectious, bubbly

Guffaws, giggles, grins

Laughter 

wha #3

The Call to Write

What burns within my soul so deep?

A glowing coal set to ignite

The Spirit fans with Holy breath

The call to write, the call to write

His love’s conveyed in many forms

Sweet comfort in the darkest night

A Holy message stemming from

The call to write, the call to write

A time of prayer, a secret place

A rendezvous that does excite

An opening to meet with God

The call to write, the call to write

Creative Bloomings little things

A Pebble

I keep a pebble in my purse

Inspiring me to write

For it’s the mundane things of life

That parallel our plight

A pebble’s often overlooked

It takes a special mind

To see the beauty in the small

To seek gold and to find

I keep a pebble in my purse

I know it may sound strange

But there it is reminding me

When I go look for change

To see the trivial and bland

With fresh and skillful eye

And sprinkled with incredulity

To spark a grand insight

I keep a pebble in my purse

With it I can relate

For it’s the teeny tiny things

That just may turn our fate

WHA #2

Conduit

Writing’s part of who I am

Same as thoughts and dreams

What I feel and what I sense

My ambitions and schemes

Writing’s part of who God is

It’s His special gift

To explore His love and grace

I won’t go adrift

He expresses who He is

I’m a conduit

Telling people His good news

Reasons to commit

After I am dead and gone

Manuscripts will stay

Hopefully they’ll help someone

Find the Only Way

WHA #1

A Call to Write

I’ve been writing thirty plus years.

When did I first get the call?

Or was it just a niggling desire.

Did it start with my love for reading?

Dad sitting me on his knee

reading in his monotone voice

about the woodpecker and the telephone pole?

Was it when Mom would allow me

to put Two Little Golden books

in the grocery cart each week?

Was it in fifth grade when I picked up paper

and pencil to write my first novel,

which sounded a lot like Trixie Belden.

Was it when I took my first writer’s course?

Attended my first writer’s conference?

Was it the first time I got an acceptance

for a fiction story?

When I published my first devotion?

When I got a regular monthly assignment

with a national ministry?

When I made the decision to self publish?

All that I know is I desire to worship

and serve Him in everything I do.

Writing is one of them.

I long for others to know His love

and I aim to explore that love

through poetry, devotions,

articles, fiction, and children’s writing.

So was it a call to write

 or was it just God accepting and using

what I offer to Him

with an outstretched hand?

pentameter

Something New

Something fresh, new, exciting in the air

Makes me shiver with anticipation

The fresh lilac scents, the birds’ chirps and trills

Branches budding green, tulips flaring red

Rain on my back, my head, my face, my tongue

Gentle breezes waving and whispering

Spring like a sigh after a tense moment

Gives us reason for great celebration

But beyond that, it comes with promises

Of travel, exploring, activity

Learning, adventure, meeting new people

Our souls dipped in invigorating fun

Poetic Asides Announcement

What Works

I remember why I don’t write all day.

I work myself into a stupor.

I turn into a lazy lunk.

I just want to sit and eat,

let everything else slide.

Some writers can sit.

I need to mix

feet-work with

seat work.

Now!

Creative Bloomings Triquint

Vigil

Wounded, broken in her bed she lay

Her pain bluntly on display

A pain here to stay

Come let’s pray

Keep

An agonizing, soul-wrenching day  

We watch and wait in dismay

A pain here to stay

Come let’s pray

Weep

She dwells in another world today

Death carried the greatest sway

A pain here to stay

Come let’s pray

Sleep

acrostic

Isolation

I ntimate with no one, in her own little world

S olitary confinement, bored and ignored  

O n her own with nothing to do

L onely, and feeling so blue

A bandoned to fend for herself

T otally cut off and set on a shelf

I nsanely separate with little light

O nly one around, no one in sight

N aturally unaccompanied, repelling others,

            Well, at least, she’s having her druthers

from something Andy said at church

Am I Blessed?

What is a blessing? I might ask.

Is it when we complete a task?

Or when we get a thing we want?

Or when we do a tricky stunt?

Are we blessed when things go our way?

And not, when there’s a bad hair day?

The wealthy blessed, when poor are not?

The first remembered—last forgot?

What is it to be blessed by God?

To others Jesus sounded odd.

He said the blessed are mournful, meek,

the merciful, truthful, and weak.

Ones who value what’s good and right.

delight in truth, for peace they fight

and get in trouble doing good,

stick up for Jesus as they should.

God’s favor rests on those who dare

to live Christ’s Word, His love and care.

They value eternal reward,

not what this old world can afford.

Creative Bloomings Every Life Needs Its Own...

Every Life Needs Its Own Story

Setting, characters, theme

Aspirations, obstacles, subplots

Denouement, plans for the sequel

Creative Bloomings Every Life Needs Its Own...

Every Life Needs Its Own Rocket Booster

Something to get it going.

A dream, a desire, a purpose.

A responsibility, a family, a love.

Or, at least, hunger, thirst, warmth.

Some sluggish rockets

need more than one

with a great fire lit at their tail.