Troubles
Like storm clouds
Floating into our lives
Will flow out like river water
Fear not!
Cinquain
(My mom lived in and survived the Great Depression. “This Too Shall Pass” was one of her favorite sayings. It is also becoming one of mine.)
Yellow stars
Scattered about
Nod hello
Inviting
Me to stop and watch them dance
Each day as I pass by
Shadorma
Choosing to focus
On the daffodils dancing
Instead of the News
Senryu
Another report!
Each day the news is bringing
Fear into our hearts.
Do we allow the fear to dwell
Or choose to overcome it?
Tanka
Prayers sent up to God
Are put in golden bowls,
Prayers of all the saints
Come before God’s throne,
Set before God
Upon the golden altar,
They’re wafting up,
Waiting for that special time
Of God’s heavenly release.
Choka
Now when He had taken the scroll, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb, each having a harp, and golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints.
Then another angel, having a golden censer, came and stood at the altar. He was given much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all the saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne.
And the smoke of the incense, with the prayers of the saints, ascended before God from the angel’s hand.
Revelation 5:8 and Revelation 8:3-4
(These scriptures came to my mind this morning and as I read them I felt led to write this poem and also to create the art. Perhaps the Spirit is telling us, saints, that our bowls will soon be tipped! )
“Long time no see!
My fair weather friend!
Make yourself welcome,
Winter’s at it’s end.”
Syllabic Verse
(Me talking to the Robin I saw in my yard this morning! 😃Such a welcome sighting!))
Some sounds delight
Some sounds are soothing
Birdsong awakens
Haiku
I was thinking about sounds this evening and how they affect our lives. Some annoy, interrupt, cause alarm or tears.
Others sooth, delight, cheer or bring laughter.
I wonder how many of us are conscious of the sounds we emit each day and how they might affect others around us.
Something to think about…
“Wake up!
Oh sleepy head!
Time is marching forward,
But your body clock is an hour
Behind!”
Cinquain
“Coming soon” the signs say
Bits of color speak loud and clear
As I walk the dreary way
Coming soon” the signs say
Birds sing of a brighter day
Spring color will soon be here
“Coming soon” the signs say
Bits of color speak loud and clear
Triolet
I can,
You can, we can
Banish the can’t thinking
Never let that apostrophe
Control
Cinquain
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 