Time to Poetic Bloomings

 

A Time to Worship

 

Holy!

Good and loving.

Forgiving, eternal.

My spirit lifts in Your presence.

Glorious God, above all!

Worship

 Worthy

 

Praise Him!

For His great plan!

To reconcile with Him.

Part of His loving Family.

He is holy and good.

A good Father.

Praise Him!

Autumn PA and PB

 Rest

 

Golden leaves

Encroach on green

Heralding in a new season

 

The air cools

Sweaters come out

Breaths fill with earth’s fragrance

 

Underfoot

Leaves voice their joy

As a restful sleep approaches

Poetic Asides Autumn 2

 

Something More

 

The gnarled tree

Formed a Y

On a small hill

 

Its aged curved branches

Stark against orange leaves

Filling the sky

 

A cool breeze

Scattered leaves

Making a pretty carpet

 

Friends rested on the hill

Their backs against the trunk

Breathing in the crisp air

 

Their hands found one another

Their friendship had matured

Like the brilliant leaves

Sonnet

 Wee AM

 

Time seems to be going backward tonight.

Instead of six thirty it is now three.

My eyes are tired but they refuse to close,

Like naughty toddlers disobeying me.

 

So here I sit and tap my laptop keys.

I write my sonnet poem for the day.

I’d rather be snoring, yes, it is true,

But while I’m awake, I may as well pray.

 

Dear Lord have Your way on this earth today.

And please bless my church, family and friends.

We look to You our Maker and Father;

So much on You our survival depends.

 

But even if our lives end while it’s night,

We have the promise of eternal light.

Autumn Poetic Asides

 

Hello Autumn!

 

Hello autumn, my favorite season!

Your coolness, your color, I do adore.

Your earthy scents, there’s many a reason.

I can lengthen the list by so much more.

 

You invigorate me, there is no doubt.

Your temperature, not too cold or hot.

You make me feel alive when I go out.

You set my motivation to a trot.

 

And wanderlust turns up a notch or two.

Yes, road trips call, as well as trains and planes.

No matter the place, your beauty stays true.

Through sunshine and even in pouring rains.

 

But fall, you’ll sadly betray us and go,

And leave us to winter’s dastardly snow.

Boketto

 In This Moment

 

A soft light from gooseneck glows

The fridge whirrs its faithful tune

The still and quiet morning 

Day’s precipice

Lord, what lies ahead?

I make my list of to-dos

You know if I will do them

Please, help me

Boketto

 Poetic Moment

 

The minute hand moves slowly

My ten fingers move quickly

Writing my poem for the day

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap

Savoring quiet

 

 

Except for my ears ringing

And cars, at times, whooshing by

Poem’s done

Haiku

 

Old photo in browns

Great-grandmother, age of three

England ancestor

haiku

 

Beach hat on couch back

Calls me to walk in sunshine

But breakfast calls too

Autumn Poetic Bloomings

 World of Color

 

Steps crunching on path

through orange leaves

of a tree tunnel

 

Yellow sun glowing

at the end

displaying leaf silhouettes

 

Green leaves

here and there

hanging on to summer

Judy

 A Treasure

 

I have a treasure.

It’s you, my sister.

You don’t realize

How much I care.

I didn’t even realize it

Until recently.

I wish the best for you.

When you are sad

It grieves my heart.

In all of the ups and downs

Adventures and struggles

Our hearts knit together.

Give Blank Poetic Asides

 Give, Given

 

Give and it will be given

But don’t give to get

Give from a pure heart

Let love be your debt

Edge Poetic Bloomings

 

On the Edge

 

She’s on the edge—

Fire, wind, rain shut up in her soul.

Not sure what’s ahead if she steps out.

Is it holy indignation—

Like Jesus upturning temple tables?

Or something dark?

She waits.

Breathes.

1, 2, 3…

Triolet

 

My Hope

 

The Lord is good, my hope my rock

Without Him I’d be sadly lost

I’m glad I’m in the Father’s flock

The Lord is good, my hope my rock

Hand in hand, with Him I walk

He purchased me at a great cost

The Lord is good, my hope my rock

Without Him I’d be sadly lost

Triolet

 

Company’s Coming

 

Scrubbing, cleaning, dusting, organizing

Mowing, weeding, bringing out extra beds

So I’m getting in my exercising

Scrubbing, cleaning, dusting, organizing

Take some breaks at times hubby’s advising

Stocking fridge and getting sheets and bedspreads

Scrubbing, cleaning, dusting, organizing

Mowing, weeding, bringing out extra beds

Rhyme Royal

 The Woman at the Well

 

The woman at the well did not suspect

Her life would change dramatically that day.

When Jesus came she’d no time to reflect.

 

She was surprised at what He had to say.

He knew how many times she’d gone astray.

 

He offered her a living water drink.

She didn’t care what others had to think.

Bref Double

 An Evening by the Lake

 

Along this pebbled path I walk

And glimpse the reeds that guard the lake.

Continue on, I’m at the edge.

I fling a pebble through the air.

 

I watch it skip, one two, three times.

A blue jay flies by with a squawk.

Cast off my shoes to cool my toes.

I see some minnows wiggling there.

 

I have no need for phone or clock.

The setting sun is colored pink.

I watch a row boat reach the dock.

I will return, I make a pledge.

 

A fisherman stops by to talk.

A beautiful day, we allege.

Community Poetic Asides #3

 

Plane Community

 

Plane, temporary

Small community

Sharing the same goal

From here to go there

In time that we share

To arrive all well and whole

 

Despite kicks in back

Or head in the lap

Despite having to get up

To let seatmates by

Despite baby’s cry

Despite a tipped soda cup

 

And then we are blessed

When seatmate’s the best

And we chat all through the flight

Emails are exchanged

Seems highly arranged

And everything works out right

 

Bye temporary

Small community

We somehow have reached our goal

Flown from there to here

Now be of good cheer

We arrived all well and whole

Community Poetic Asides #2

 

Fellowship

 

Praise Him

Gather as one

Eyes on Him, not on us

Worship, adore and be transformed

In love

Community Poetic Asides #1

 Community

 

C ome let’s gather together!

O pen our hearts to one another.

M ay we build each other up.

M ay we accept each other as we are, in

U nderstanding, compassion and wisdom,

N ot bossing each other about, but

I nspiring one another to be our best version,

T oday and in the future. Let  

Y esterdays be to learn from and treasure.

La'Tuin

 Seasoned

 

Mornings grow progressively colder

Leaves tinge yellow on the bushes

Trees begin to don brilliant colors

Sun, with shortened time, shines bolder

 

Kids fling their backpacks over shoulder

Desires pull, while learning pushes

Earthy smell of fallen leaves allures

Piles nearby begin to smolder

 

The winter dread forms since we’re older

Old folks tend to sit on tushes

Winter paints things a little duller

Extra weight acts as a scolder

 

Mornings grow progressively colder

Leaves tinge yellow on the bushes

Trees begin to don brilliant colors

Sun, with shortened time, shines bolder

 

 

Cosmos Poetic Bloomings

 James Webb Telescope

 

James Webb Telescope,

peers into the past.

Not the future.

 

But what does God see?

 

God knows the future.

Revelation, written thousands of years ago,

predicts what were once impossibilities,

now reality.

 

And some yet to happen.

 

Is time not something here but gone,

but more like a highway

one can go back and forth on?

 

God sees the whole highway.

 

It boggles the mind.

cinquain

 

I’m stuck

Here in the fog

Feel like doing nothing

The best thing I can do is pray

Help, Lord!

Hex-Sonnetta

 

Praising as One

 

Let’s glorify the Lord

Together all as one

In the name of the Son

He is to be adored

He is who we run toward

In Him, the victory’s won

 

Unite our hearts dear God

We come before You now

Your love is deep and broad

Your greatness, we applaud

Our heads before You bow

 

It is Your name we raise

Deserving all our praise

Refrain Poetic Asides

 One Step at a Time

 

My projects stack like piles of books,

So much to do where all one looks.

Devotions to write, poems to rhyme.

I’ll do them one step at a time.

 

Garage to clean, the yard to weed

Fill the bird feeder with some seed.

The bathrooms smell less than sublime.

I’ll do them one step at a time.

 

The paint’s still waiting, I confess.

Front yard is still an awful mess.

A hike to take, some hills to climb.

I’ll do them one step at a time

 

My projects stack like piles of books.

I’ll do them one step at a time.

sounds of silence Poetic Bloomings

 The Quiet Place

 

As children in our country neighborhood,

mornings to nights were filled with sounds

of children playing, fighting, laughing

shouting from one large yard to another

or parents calling or whistling for their kids.

 

Pappap would leave his house open

when he’d be working out and about

or visiting his lady friend in Johnstown.

We’d usually play in their together

with all our noise and commotion.

 

But the times I went in alone, I’d marvel

at how still and quiet it was in there.

I’d snatch some orange circus peanuts

from the striped ceramic candy dish.

The clattering lid broke the silence.

HexSonatta

 Hidden in Plain Sight

(HexSonatta)

 

It seems God hides away

I strain to hear and see

His voice, a mystery

I wait throughout the day

And think what He might say

If He’d reply to me

 

He speaks through His dear Son

It’s written in the Book

If I’d just take a look

The morning has begun

The Lord loves everyone

His death is what it took

 

He’s hidden in plain sight

Lord Jesus is the light

Villonnet

 We Prayed for Rain

(Villonnet)

 

We prayed for rain and now I sit inside.

In the Southwest, it’s a sin to complain.

And though I planned to mow and weed today,

He chooses all the ways that He provides.

 

As rain falls steadily, I write and hide.

I’ll thank God for the moisture that we need.

And praise Him for His tender love and care.

We prayed for rain and now I sit inside.

 

For all He’s given me for which I cried,

I thank Him for His generosity.

Sometimes His answers rearrange my plans.

He chooses all the ways that He provides.

 

We prayed for rain and now I sit inside.

And soon enough, I’ll go outside to work.

He chooses all the ways that He provides.

Combo Poetic Asides

 Combo

 

Combine stress, boredom

and leftover birthday cake

to equal diet blown,

belly bulge and new resolve.