Posted in April 2019, Choka, NaPoWriMo 2019

Self-Searching

Person, starry sky,

My inner self asks me

“Do you know the meaning of life?”

“Do you know the why of it?”

I ponder each step I take

“Where am I going?”

“Is my life a symphony?”

“If so, who conducts?”

Then suddenly The Word speaks

And I know, do you know also?

Choka

#NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 2–Prompt: write a Questioning Poem

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Posted in March 2019, Shadorma

Family Peace

Rocks with hieroglyphic type wet imprints on them

Wet Footprints

Two hieroglyphics

Imprinted

Two symbols

Upon two rocks temporily

Ponder the meaning

Shadorma

Today my grand-son and I were outside in my yard taking some pictures of him before he left on a trip to do a show in Seattle. He is a music artist who performs hip hop. The grass was wet as it had rained earlier. As we walked back to go inside we had to step on some river rock I have near my patio. I happened to look down and saw that our shoes had left some strange looking imprints on various rocks. Two rocks in particular I noticed as looking like having hieroglyphic symbols on them, so I snapped a couple pics. Upon doing an internet search on hieroglyphic images I came to see a somewhat similarity to the symbols for Peace and Family, in some images of the Chinese alphabet, and family peace is something that I recently have been praying for. Is it too far fetched to think these wet shoe markings could be telling me we are taking steps towards Family Peace? I am not one who believes in co-incidences and I see meaning in many unordinary things. So I am led to believe perhaps God sent this as a sign to us.

Posted in Mirror Cinquain, October 2014

Busyness

busyness, whirlwind, Mirror Cinquain poem
Original Poetry by Leona J. Atkinson ©2014
(graphic from clker.com)

Three times today the word “busy” came up as I attempted to have conversations with different people. This prompted me to ponder upon why we are all so busy that we seemingly have no time to stop and take a few minutes for a friendly chat.  Thus this poem was written to share my frustrations.