Poetry: My Son

I originally posted this piece about a year ago, but I was inspired to repost it thanks to Chelsea Owens' excellent post about writing good poetry. If you have poetry in your blood, I encourage you to take a look at her post, and be inspired to create (or re-create) your own piece. Bring on…

God’s Healing and Peace in a Snowstorm

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. – John 14:27 My youngest son is learning a brilliant, beautiful poem: The First Snow-Fall, by James Russell Lowell.   I wanted to share it here not only because of the winter season, but…

Modern-Day Psalms

In my continuing quest to read through the Bible chronologically, I’ve been happily absorbing the book of Psalms for the past couple of weeks. David often called the Lord his shepherd, rock, fortress, shield, defender, high tower, and the like. As David was a shepherd, warrior, and king himself, those metaphors make perfect sense. They…

Spring Shoots

Stephen of Fractured Faith asked recently if I had written a new poem. Inspiration finally struck last night. Hope you all enjoy, and please feel free to leave your comments and critiques, or share what inspires you, in the comments below. Spring Shoots Shoots do not shoot. After frigid winter, they stretch up slowly, Touching cool…

Poetry: Sponge Days

some days I seem to be a sponge sadly not the sea-born sort that rests now on my bathtub rim there to scrub my skin with suds then lie still again   I’m not even the kind dually designed with sides to scrub and wipe to wash the dishes and clean the counters and earn…

Poetry: After the Snowstorm

I am walking In a pen-and-ink drawing Snow the lustrous linen paper Trees sketched neatly thereupon Sparrows stippling the space between   Then my children Dash onto the scene Coats of turquoise and coral and blue Sleds in other neon hues And brighter than all The incandescent color of laughter   Now I walk In…

Poetry: Autumn into Winter

Autumn into Winter When the glow of sunset gold Highlights curves of rain-damp roads When the logs lie split and seasoned In their loose-stacked rambling rows When the corn is long cut down Stalks the shade of palest bone   Then a thinner wind blows in Surges swift across bare fields Then leaves that cling…

My Son

As always, I appreciate your comments and critiques. Thank you for taking time to read today's piece. He walks away from me. I see my father in his height and stride, Limbs all long and lean, Bones growing exponentially daily, The rest of him struggling mightily To match in depth His sudden length.   He…

Nightly Prayers

You all were so kind regarding my poem, "The Gardener," that I thought I'd share another recent piece. I hope you'll enjoy, and please feel free to share your thoughts and critiques in the comments. Nightly Prayers Kneeling by her window at night Peering upward She prays Sky so high above her Starrier the longer…

Putting Poetry Out There: The Gardener

Instead of my usual Wednesday personal experience post, I thought I'd share a poem I wrote recently - still a personal experience, but in a much different format. This post was inspired by many bloggers who regularly put their own poetry out in cyberspace for all to read. Thanks to all of you, and I…