Poem Away, Decanelle, Q

The Night Sky

How quietly the night arrives,

Much like an elegant queen.

With quintessential moon and stars,

Lighting quite a lovely scene.

“No one could quarrel on such a night,”

A romantic quipped most keen.

And even quarter moons deserve

An appreciative quote.

“The sky has a smile that won’t quit,”

A quirky old poet wrote.

Poetic Bloomings Saving

Saving Blessings

When it seems I’ve done nothing

In my life from day to day

Just the same old to-do list

Sun-up till I hit the hay

I look into my journal

to read what I have saved there

I see that I’ve been busy

And that God does hear my prayer

I savor those special times

Which come as God’s surprises

Some are very plain to see

And some come in disguises

A missed appointment gives time

To chat with a special friend

A nap gives me energy

To bring projects to an end

I highlight in my journal

All the things I’m thankful for

So when depression tempts me

I show it what I have stored

Poem Away Cyclone

Cyclone

All alone

Bombarded by a cyclone

of accusations.

You’re so stupid.

You’ll never get things right.

You’re selfish and self-centered to boot.

But along comes the wind of the Holy Spirit,

Comforting, caressing, guiding

And the cyclone dissipates.

Poem Away

Waiting for Vacation

When you watch water

go out of a bathtub,

it barely moves.

It creeps slowly.

Faster.

Whirls.

Whoosh!

Gone!

Poetic Bloomings Tanaga

Transitioning

My life now is like a ball

Not the formal dance and all

But like one of tangled yarn

One used to crochet or darn

I hate to whine and cavil

But it’s hard to unravel

I cannot find either end

Or from which side to contend

I don’t know where to begin

I start, stop and start again

My life seems so ajumble

I just scramble and fumble

I have many things to do

What’s important, have no clue

When that’s found, I’ve no desire

The must-dos put out my fire

But one thing I know today

Whether I work, nap or play

Whether tasks bore or excite

A poem, I can always write

Poetic Blooming Tanaga

Spinning Wheel

My days are a spinning wheel,

so dizzying is the feel.

Old rhyme—Round and round she goes.

Where she stops, nobody knows.

But He knows the beginning

and the end, who is sinning

and who is not. He loves us

just the way we are. Why fuss

about days going around?

In Him, promises are found.

When this life reaches its end,

we count on Jesus, our friend.

In Christ, we are forgiven,

so we can go on livin’.

Round and round and fast or slow,

with love, joy and peace in tow.

Poem Away amphion

Brain Fog

Sometimes it seems brain fog

blocks out Your voice.

I have no choice,

but vegetate in bog.

Now, I’m awake.

For goodness sake,

please, grant me ears to hear.

And draw me close.

I need You most.

In You, I have no fear,