Posted in Ekphrastic Poetry, November 2013, November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2013, Ode--Irregular, Rhyme

An Ode to an Old Friend

The Pink ChairYou sat there with me, in good times and bad,
Sometimes you were the closest friend, in the natural, that I had.
You supported me when I needed to weep, and
You often held me until I fell asleep.
With you, I would spend time, either alone or with family,
thinking, praying, reading, studying or just dreaming about a future journey.
You always went with me each time I moved,
and because of you my life much improved.
I’d curl up so cozily in your place,
and God would meet me in that space.
He’d talk to me in my head, or remind me in His word, of things He’d said.
It was with you that I learned so many things,
about how to reach out and share my blessings.
You were always there to comfort and hold,
even though you were becoming very old.
Your age made you look a bit worn out,
but in your ability to stand firm I did not doubt.
But then the time came that I had to let you go,

How I’d manage without you, I did not know.
At that time I no longer had the room nor space,
And I let you go on to another place.
Someone else took you in for their own,
and I am sure gave you a great new home.
But I just wanted to tell you that I miss you so,
and wish I wouldn’t have had to let you go.
It may sound funny, but it is oh, so true,
Old Pink Chair, I really miss you !

Ode-Irregular—Ekphrastic Poem
Leona J. Atkinson  11-11-13

Posted in November 2013, November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2013, Religious, Rhyme

Creation reveals the Creator

Vic_Viv_LincolnCity_073113I gaze upon the ocean with her mighty roar,
while above me the eagle does soar. 

A crab, which is a work of Your
Own Hands,
is displayed for me upon the sands, 

as I walk and think and pray,
I give You thanks for every day. 

Thanks for the sun that shines and the moon’s fair light, 
the trees that shade and the stars at night. 
You made it all and called it good,
in six short days, as only You could. 

As I look around me and bless Your name,
I must remember Your greatest acclaim, 

the image of Yourself, created in others and me, 
people, reflecting Your beauty for all to see.  

 Rhyme   Leona J. Atkinson  11-05-13