Thirty one blank pages
written upon.
Their newness fades.
Resolutions
slipping away.
January
bids us goodbye.
Syllabic Verse
Category: January 2019
Dazzling Designer
Dressed up for winter
Mrs. Jack Frost’s cloak imprinted with
Icy blue like lace
Trails across my window pane
Reminding me of ocean waves
Tanka
On a Windy Winter Day
I sat and watched
As a vagrant leaf
Sashayed past
Meandering
Apparently oblivious
Autumn had long passed
Shadorma
Inner Reflection
Kindness, a treasure
That’s outwardly visable,
Comes from within
Senryu
Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness. —George Sand
Out of the Cocoon
Been there
Walking away
From that place I’ve tread
Looking for a new horizon
To rise
Unexpectedly right before me
With paths that lead upward
Promising a
Future
Butterfly Cinquain
“I always get to where I am going by walking away from where I have been”. —Pooh
Tarry Time
New Year days in flight,
Flying away like fall leaves.
What is your vision?
Are your dreams anchored down,
To withstand the winds of time?
Tanka
And the LORD answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry Habakkuk 2:2-3
Where’s Normal?
No Normal doesn’t live here
Guess it really never did
So don’t wait for it to appear
No normal doesn’t live here
And tis a word you’ll not hear
From this quite abnormal kid
No normal doesn’t live here
Guess it really never did
Triolet
#IArtDaily Day 25 Prompt: “Normal”, doesn’t live here anymore.
Embracing the abnormality of the creative life which is often unconventional, unusual, unique, and never mediocre.
Although I most often use forms in my poetry, I think the abnormality in it is that it many times it isn’t true conformity, and for me that’s ok because it’s my own take on traditional that’s abit irregular
The Cross
The symbol
Of Christ’s victory
Over sin
Over death
The true message of God’s love
Stands the test of time
Shadorma
Pink Path
A pink feather in my path
I know not from whence it came
Some say it’s from an angel
Or perhaps pink flamingo
Neither makes sense to me
Tis a pinkish mystery
Syllabic Verse
Today I happened to see this pink feather just laying right in the middle of the sidewalk. No pink flamingos around, or angels or kids wearing Indian Headdresses or Pink Boas, so it’s a curiosity. I am keeping it for a bookmark 🙂
Realization
Diligently I was
On a quest for happiness
Had to make my own
Senryu
The other evening I was creating a collage using some torn paper and I wanted to title the balloon in the picture with the word “Happiness”. I did not want to write or print the word but hoped to find it in a magazine that I could cut out and paste in. I looked in magazine after magazine to no avail. The best thing I could find was the word “Happy”—no Happiness.
I decided then that I would just have to find some letters to cut and paste in order to make the word myself.
That is when the realization came to me that in life we often search and search for Happiness and never find it, because we really need to create it ourselves
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 