Talking with my neighbor,
Keeping our 6 foot distance,
Our words floating through the air
Land upon others ears
Across the courtyard.
Soon a 6 foot convention
Gathers. “The new normal.”
Syllabic Verse
Tag: original poetry
Someday Soon
Dreaming
Of someday
Of brighter tomorrows
In rooms smelling of hyacinths
Surrounded
By sounds
Of angelic host singing sweetly
Around heaven’s great throne
Filled with light
From Him
Butterfly Cinquain
The April Days Speak
The days
Ramble on
Speaking
Nothing
Diverse
Until a
Goldfinch
Visits
Bringing
Color
And a
Glimpse
Of joy
Suddenly
The days
Become
Alive
With hope
Speaking
New life
Will soon
Arrive
Syllabic Verse
“Different”
“Get used
To different”
As we follow Jesus
In a world of conformity
We see
How to
Be different
Our old ways will leave us
As we begin to walk new paths
With Him
Double Cinquain
If you have watched the new movie “The Chosen” you will be familiar with the phrase “Get Used To Different”.
If not, I invite you to watch it
and in Season 1-Episode 7 you will hear this phrase spoken.
Link to watch Season One of the movie is below:
https://studios.vidangel.com/the-chosen
#getusedtodifferent #thechosen #bingeJesus #againstthecurrent
Earth Day 2020
I looked
Around the earth
The trees were doing fine
As they whispered to the wind
Waving
Welcome
To the sunshine
That Spring had provided
Even though virus threatened their
People
I looked
Around the earth
The birds were doing fine
As they sang sweetly in the garden
Greeting
Morning
Cheerfully as
If the virus didn’t
Exist among many of the earth’s
People
I looked
Around the earh
The flowers grew and bloomed
Dressed in glorious colors
Earth’s fine
Crown Cinquain
Neath the Masks
‘
This new normal is
Filled with masks and 6 foot marks.
A world so surreal
Senryu
Since this Sheltering in Place took effect I have only been going out to the stores one day a week to get my groceries and necessary supplies.
Each week I see more and more changes taking affect. More control, more limiting, more distancing and this week, today it was more masks.
It seemed everyone was wearing masks today, where in previous week just a few were doing so.
It just seemed so surreal seeing everyone all around me in masks.
Forewarning
Behold, I am coming soon
I hope I find you ready
Might be morning, night or noon
Behold, I am coming soon
Might be at a time inopportune
I hope I find your faith steady
Behold, I am coming soon
I hope I find you ready
Triolet
Behold, I am coming soon. Blessed is the one who keeps the words of prophecy in this book.” —Jesus (Revelation 22:7 )
Who Done It ?
And the earth was without form,
(Unorganized, shapeless, chaotic, crude
Actually it was quite rough and rude)
and void; (useless,unoccupied, empty,
Nothing meaningful for any to see)
and darkness,
(Ruled, all robed in black, did creep
All around and) was upon the face of the deep.
And Abimelech said,
(Many years later while on earth he tread,)
“I wot not who hath done this thing: neither didst thou tell me,
neither yet heard I of it, but to day.”
Free Verse
According to NaPoWriMo’s Day 14 Prompt: Grab a book that is nearest to you. Start the poem with the second sentence in the book and then add the 15th sentence from page 24 somewhere else in the poem
So the book nearest to me at the time was my bible and so this poem Is based on:
Genesis 1:2 and Genesis 21:26
The words in parentheses are mine, the others are from the Bible and are italicized.
It’s kind of interesting how these two sentences fit together. 😊
Strange Conversation
Today
While in my path
A stranger I did meet
Speaking a language not my own
Smiling
I hushed the cute brown pup
Whose ire I’d arisen
By walking near
His home
Butterfly Cinquain
NaPoWriMo Day 13–Prompt: “Someone Said” write a poem about a conversation with a stranger.
Like a Lamb
Legions of angels
Stood aimed, battle ready
To strike at command
As the Son of God
Stood in the dark garden and
Faced His accusers
His disciples ran
His betrayer kissed His cheek
Yet He was silent
Triple Haiku
He was oppressed and He was afflicted,
Yet He opened not His mouth;
He was led as a lamb to the slaughter,
And as a sheep before its shearers is silent,
So He opened not His mouth.
Isaiah 53:7
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 