
What if
The rocks could talk?
What stories could they tell,
Of where they’ve been and whom
They saw.
Cinquain
What if
The rocks could talk?
What stories could they tell,
Of where they’ve been and whom
They saw.
Cinquain
Sometimes wonder
Where I do reside.
Living life daily
In different worlds,
Virtual and real.
Social Media,
News, Televison,
Websites,and books.
Asleep and awake,
I am a sojourner.
Syllabic Verse
I grew up in a black and white world
But then I found color, beautiful
Color of all kinds, hues, and shades,
And my world has never been
The same since, for
Now I see light prisms
Everywhere,
And find joy
And wonder
Daily.
Etheree
Searching,
Finding the joy,
Unexpected delight, and
The wonder, in everything
I smile
And give
Thanks, treasuring
The memories that bring
Joy and hope when a dark day comes
In sight
Double Cinquain
“Find joy in the journey” —Anonymous
Let go
Be still and know
Rest and trust Him to empower
Breathe in His wonder and sweet song
Surrender
Cinquain
OctPoWriMo 2019 Word prompts:
surrender, empower, rest, song/music
breath/breathe, trust, wonder
Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. Psalm 46:10 KJV
Snow capped giant
Rises before me, I gaze
In awestruck wonder
Once more, Mount Hood, the sight of you has taken my breath away. Though miles away from me you loom in front of me like a blockade. Clouds hover above your snow capped peak. I gasp. You are intimidating, yet so beautiful.
I remember when I visited you and stood at your base, smelled your mountain air, and trembled at your majesty.
None other I have seen strike me with awe like you do giant rock.
Haibun
For info on Mount Hood visit this link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Hood
Amazed
At all the wonder
In the world around me
I took time to look for it
And saw
Cinquain
Wonder not,
Nor worry today,
Nor even
Tomorrow.
If Overmorrow arrives,
Give thanks to God
Shadorma
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Matthew 6:34
(Inspired by “The Word of the Day” on Dictionary.com which is “Overmorrow”)
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
Like a fading leaf
I wonder as I age
And detach from life
On my aged tree
Just what the end will be
I am trusting and
Praying that God’s angels
Catch me when I fall
Asleep on this earth
And like the wind
Gently take me up
To my eternal home
Where I will live on
In the God’s presence
On His Tree of Life
Syllabic Verse
#OctPoWriMo Day 16