Laurie Kolp Poetry

http://lkharris-kolp.blogspot.com/p/my-river-of-stones.html

My poetic friend Laurie posted a great poem about her son a couple of days ago. Cool form. Maybe I'll try it in the next couple of days.

It will be interesting trying to keep up with the poem a day challenge and the platform challenge while vacationing with my daughter and son in Phoenix.

Anyone reading this, please pray for safe travels!

Thanks!

Poetic Asides Prompt Hidden

Hidden

Who he is

is hidden

by his autism.

Oh, but he does

come out

in the blink of his eyes,

to say, “I’m listening,”

in his awkward hugs

and clicky kisses,

his, “mum mum,”

“yep yep,”

and, “ca-ca-ca-cookie.”

And am I going crazy

or was that a sentence?

PA Prompt Five From the past

Fragile

In 1622

Jamestown Massacre

Samuel Maycock and his wife

hid their infant daughter Sarah.

She survived.

In 1779

Martha Reed, her brother and friends
were on their way to pick berries.
Her brother shot, her friend tomahawked,
she outran her pursuer. *

 During WWII

James Shannon

was wounded

in the head by shrapnel.
He lived.

All my ancestors.

It’s funny to think

about how many times

one nearly never

existed.

* So far my geneoligist sister can't prove that Martha Reed Shannon was our ancestor but we grew up with this story as if it were our own, so I included it.

Poetic Asides Prompt 100% something

100 % Love

God gets blamed for a lot of things:

storms, sickness, misfortune.

Yes, He is sovereign
and hard to understand at times.
But one thing I know

and I’m entirely trusting in

is that He is

Good

Pure
and Loving.

In fact, He IS love.

PA Prompt apology

Like Eeyore

I’m sorry I get in the way.

I’m sorry I do things wrong.

I’m sorry for social faux pas.

I’m so sorry for this, that  

and the other thing,

I have become invisible.
Please, don’t sit on me.
I have the same right
to take up space
and breathe air as you do.
I’m sorry for being sorry.

PAD Challenge Visitor

You Never Know

(Hebrews 13:2)

 Be kind to strangers,

the Bible says,

because you never know

the person who you snub,

frown at, hurry them along

may, when the door’s closed,

turn invisible, sprout wings

and ascend to heaven.

Poetic Bloomings prompt If I Had a Super Cape

If I Had a Super Cape

Hey, if I had a super cape

Like a bird, I’d be free

I’d sail away to Mozambique

And I’d be home by tea 

I’d stomp grand grapes in Sicily

I’d see the Louvre in France

I’d twirl with whirling dervishes

And with “where’s Matt” I’d dance

 But with a cape I couldn’t go

One moment back in time
To dine with lords and ladies fair
In castles on the Rhine

Neither could I see future worlds

Or meet strange aliens
Or skip along with Dorothy
And greet her three odd friends

I couldn’t eat cheese with Heidi

Meet Fagin and his crooks
And so forget the super cape
I’d rather have my books