Posted in May 2018, Prose

Poetic Ramblings

Wind, water, plants

Poetry or Prose? Only the scholar knows what label thoughts on paper take or whether lines run together or break, the rules. Do I write to please a scholar, or to empty my head of floating syllables that wake me in the night? My answer is that I must ignor the scholar’s frown as I write down those words, thoughts, feelings in my head, waiting to be said, before they fly away to the land of dread, where they are doomed to fade away beneath piles of broken dreams and things unspoken, left to lie and die in the dust of lost opportunity and missed chance. Form can be a friend, I treasure it to no end, but there are times when thoughts run free and words won’t bend to fit in a syllabic line. So, prose then, can be my friend, as I randomly write into the night, words running ahead the thoughts in my head, tempting my fingers to tap the keys and create a space for them to live on paper.

Prose?

Posted in April 2018, Christian, NaPoWriMo 2018, Poetry Types, Scripture, Shape, Tree of Life

The Tree Of Life

Tree

Of Life

Nourishes

Branches extend

To reach the nations

With leaves of healing

Planted beside the River

Of Life in Heaven’s Paradise

Bearing twelve fruits for Overcomers

Who will dwell in the New Jerusalem

Providing supernatural provision

As they eat eternally from its abundant supply

Observe then, and believe this wonderful truth

The Tree of Life

Can be for you

Accept Christ and

Live eternally

Tree of Life Poem/Shape Poem
Based on scriptures:  Genesis 2:2, Revelation 2:7, Revelation 21:2, Revelation 22:2, Ezekiel 47:12

NaPoWriMo 2018  Day 27
(Off Prompt)