In the
tedium of living,
poetry is
a fleeting spark —
a moment of
raw intensity.
Author: faithhealthandmusings
When life offers us so rich a bounty of inspiration, how can we help but to reflect in writing all that climbs into our hearts and takes up residence there?
Rescue
You captained
the most successful
rescue mission
this world
has ever seen,
leaving
no part
of me
unsaved.
Firestone Friday: Poem XIX
But how
many times
will we
create people
in a moment
of love
to live
in a world
of hate?
Senses
I’m not
blinded
by love;
every single
one of my
senses
is gone.
Dust & Shadows
You are
the only one
to love me
hard enough
to stir the dust
from my heart,
to shake
the shadows
from its corners.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XIX
The thing
about being
tested
by fire
is that
you walk out
with ashes
at your feet
and flames
at your fingertips
Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XIV
It is when
I am
burdened by work
and
buried by projects
that I am
— very reluctantly —
at my
best.
Truth and Lies
It’s not only
the Liar
who prefers
lies;
it is,
often,
that the
Hearer
favors
them
even more.
Night and Day
Your love
wakes me up
and
lulls me
to sleep,
and I
can
scarcely wait
for tomorrow.
Firestone Friday: Poem XVIII
You speak
different languages
between
the morning
and
the night,
and I love
the way
my name
sounds
in every
single
one
of them.
(Happy Valentine’s Day.)
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