Christmas: On Joy

Unmerited love

and joy unforeseen,

in the glow of your fire,

my soul is evergreen.

Touchstone Tuesday: Poem VII

Like an 
enchanting poem, 
I will go over you 
again and again 
until I’ve memorized
even 
the 
spaces.

On Longing

Every night my soul leaves,
and every morning, it crawls back, exhausted. 
One night I followed it
down old paths 
past familiar trees 
and, all at once, 
I uncovered to where my soul 
wandered 
as I joined my soul 
in watching you.

Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem IX

I fell to sleep singing a love song;

a rhythm to my breathing,

with the cadence

of a chest rising and falling

to the beat of a ballad

that plays for you.

When I awoke

in the middle of the night

in the hollow of a barren silence,

I couldn’t find the music.

After I searched under the covers

and in the corners of the room,

I heard you humming the tune

that lulled me to sleep.

I should have known that only you

could take the music

from my throat.

Touchstone Tuesday – Poem V

Someone once told me
that a proper poem
is to have
within it
a rigid rhyme scheme.

So, I, I, I,
shattered their vase,
around which hung
the decayed petals
of iambic pentameters,
and watched,
as impropriety

crawled out.

Strong Language

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Firestone Friday – Poem VIII

What is love
if not learning
the language of a heart
and speaking to it
the most gentle of words?

Strong Language

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Wordsmith Wednesday – Poem VII

There are always chains;
to the boulders of regret,
to the walls of doubt,
to the prison of loss.
For every thing
there is a chain –
but chain me to Christ.

Strong Language

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On Thunder & Power

Whence come tyrants, oppressors and despots,
castles, aristocracies, and upper classes?
Where of the earth comes this power
When none, more than another, knows what the thunder says?

Strong Language

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Wordsmith Wednesday – Poem VI

The echoes of you
scream louder
and
lie heavier
than your presence
ever could

Strong Language

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Touchstone Tuesday – Poem IV

It is, somehow, of great pride
and of stark vulnerability
to write.

Strong Language

 

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