It’s enough!
Enough! I shout out,
Screaming into the wind
I feel like a leaf letting go.
Set free!
Cinquain
Category: October 2019
“Homeless—Single Mom”
Two little girls cry out in the night
“Mommy!” they say to no one in sight
A blanket of fear holds them tight
As strangers tell them “It’ll be alright”
Sitting on concrete at the light
Her youthful trembling hands of white
Hold up a sign stating her plight
Holding back tears with all her might
Twin girl’s Mom won’t give up the fight
To make their future bright
Rhyme
10 lines—each line 8 syllables—Rhyme
For the creative writing class I am currently taking I tried to rewrite my original Tanka written on September 4, 2019, into a 10 line poem using the line “sitting on concrete” while also using parts of the lines “thin white hands” and “two little girls” in some way.
This poem is what I came up with after quite some deliberation.
Majestic Mount Hood
Snow capped giant
Rises before me, I gaze
In awestruck wonder
Once more, Mount Hood, the sight of you has taken my breath away. Though miles away from me you loom in front of me like a blockade. Clouds hover above your snow capped peak. I gasp. You are intimidating, yet so beautiful.
I remember when I visited you and stood at your base, smelled your mountain air, and trembled at your majesty.
None other I have seen strike me with awe like you do giant rock.
Haibun
For info on Mount Hood visit this link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Hood
Dealing With Downers
Don’t entertain those
Dogged disappointment days
Dismiss and disown
Them from depressing your life
Discuss your problems
Resolve to dissolve
Seek the positive
Discover ways to overcome
Don’t let despondency win
Choka
“There’s always failure. And there’s always disappointment. And there’s always loss. But the secret is learning from the loss, and realizing that none of those holes are vacuums.” —Michael J. Fox
Carpet of Colors
So many colors
Dot the green
From just one tree
Syllable Line
I was out walking about my yard today just admiring all the different colors of the fallen leaves. There are so many variations of colors it is amazing.
Time
Measuring time
Like money
It’s running out
Wasting away
Slowly fading
Handle with care
Frugally spend
Syllabic Verse
Focal Point
What do you see?,
The sun shining bright
Glorious
Flecks of gold,
Streaks of light streaming downward,
Or darkness creeping?
Shadorma
October’s Forecast
Occasionally
Cold
Temperatures
Often
Blustery winds
Excessive
Rainstorms
Acrostic
Abundance
What does God do with
Unused fruit
Abundantly beared?
Syllable Lune
You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit—fruit that will last—and so that whatever you ask in my name the Father will give you. John 15:16
Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much fruit; John 15:8
Have you ever wondered what God does with the fruit you bear daily?
Do you wonder if some of those Fruits of the Spirit you bear ever fall on good ground, get picked and used, or just fall by the wayside and go unused?
I don’t believe we who are true believers bear any unused or wasted fruit if we are truly walking in the Spirit and abiding in the Vine.
If we are bearing good fruit God can and will use it for His glory and it is not our job to wonder or worry about it.
Our job is to just be fruitful, bear good fruit, and leave the rest up to God.
Memo to Believers from God
That guy that walks dogs everyday,
Elderly man with head of gray,
Have you ever asked him
How to get to heaven?
The people on the street,
Each one you meet,
All wanted.
Tell them!
—God
Nonet
This poem was inspired by a quote on my daily calendar “The Grace of Encouragement” by Charles R. Swindoll.
I have had this calendar for many years and it has inspired me over and over.
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