Posted in January 2019, Shadorma

Prime Time

Pooh Bear Drawing, Shadorma Poem

Sometimes

You need to just sit

Pondering

Not doing

Waiting for inspiration

To bring something

Shadorma

“Ah yes, doing nothing often leads to the very best of something” —Pooh

(I was so inspired while watching the movie “Christopher Robin” recently! I loved the story and found myself pausing the DVD many times to write down various quotes of things that Pooh said. One such quote inspired this poem 😊)

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Posted in Cinquain, May 2018

Blind Birds?

Doves, Birdbath, yard, springtime

Blessings

Within their reach

Abundantly given

Yet they seek the world’s meager scraps

Instead

Cinquain

My daughter sat on her porch and watched the two doves walk down the street together as if they were humans out for an evening stroll.

They had visited her yard previously to check it out, tasting of its goodness, yet today they bypassed her fresh green yard overflowing with beautiful foliage, birdseed, and a water filled birdbath, to forage in the dry, dusty gutter. Were they blind to the goodness nearby that was offered to them so freely, or did they just stubbornly choose to ignore it, determinedto live their in own way?

It makes one ponder if we humans are the same. Do we walk blindly through this world, seeking to find blessings and happiness in our own way while all the while passing by the goodness God has provided to those who will stop to believe and receive From Him?

Posted in April 2017, Bop, NaPoWriMo 2017

Pondering

River, path, trees
Lazy day, on a river walk, slowly walking and pondering…

Why do some trees grow tall and straight,

Yet others are twisted, bent, and broken?

The soil is the same for all.

The rain shows no favorites.

The sun shines on both equally.

I ponder all this, yet the river, like time, keeps moving.

Perhaps it’s what is within,

That causes one to stand tall,

And one to bend and bow with the wind?

From where does each root seek its nourishment?

Does one go deep to find the key to growth?

While another looks upon the surface inhaling whatever passes its way?

Perhaps one works too hard and becomes old and weary,

It’s efforts leaving it empty and weak?

I ponder all this, yet, the river, like time, keeps moving.

I conclude that it’s a matter of choice.

All are given the breath of life and freedom to live.

It’s not mine to question each ones outcome,

But to ponder only on my own choices.

Yet, to offer true nourishment to those who come seeking,

And the fragrance of compassion to those in need.

I ponder all this, yet, the river, like time, keeps moving.

Bop Poem

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Posted in April 2017, NaPoWriMo 2017, Nonet

Angel’s Trumpet

Angel's Trumpet Flower
Where will you be at the last trump’s sound?

Will you be above or below ground?

Tis a question To consider…

Whether hither or thither?

However we ponder,

Of how we’ll go yonder,

We can’t know,

Til we,

Go.

Nonet
#NaPoWriMo 2017 Challenge today was to write a nine-line poem. I chose a Nonet, which I also rhymed. 

Image is an “Angel’s Trumpet” Flower which I had the pleasure to see and photograph at a recent visit to a Spring “Garden Palousa” Event. The plant’s name caused me to ponder upon the scripture verse in 1Corinthians 15:51-52

“Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.”

Posted in March 2017, Triolet

Portion Pondering 


Will you leave a legacy of love and joy?

Or pilot a trail of endless pain?

With what marked traits does your life employ?

Will you keave a legacy of love and joy?

Or a bitter life which does annoy

By seeking only its own selfish gain?

Will you leave a legacy of love and joy?

Or pilot a trail of endless pain?

Triolet

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