ALL CREATION
Psalm 66:4
Translucent glories
As far as mere eye can see
Serene vibrancy
Beauty’s power transcendent
Calling me to honor Thee.
Written for FanStory Contest- A Tanka. Tanka is a five line Japanese poem. This type of poetry often follows a specific syllable count (5/7/5/7/7).
On Crocuses
About the size of acorns,
These small beauties in my hand.
But locked inside, far from mind’s eye,
A magnificent magic awaits.
How can you be so patient
to the lights of Spring?
I sometimes find waiting for dinner
a horrendous endeavor.
Written for The Fabulous Free VErse Club @ FanStory.
The Magic of the Night
Even magic doesn’t negate Murphy’s Law.
Resounding sounds- Trick-r-Treat.
Masqueraders in the street.
Dancing. Singing. Some were fleet.
Some holding hands of tiny feet.
Ghosts and goblins galore
Harry Potters, mighty Thor
Self-created and from store
Donned my porch steps wanting more.
Soon my cupboards were found bare.
There was nothing left to spare.
When the last small child, so fair
Stood at my door; a snow white hare.
Nothing remains. What do I do?
A rattled brain. My thoughts were few.
But then I spied, on sofa blue.
A small stuffed toy. A little ewe.
‘Twas all I had. This last small gift.
Did bring my spirits quite a lift.
I conjured. Cast a spell so swift.
It baa’d. It mewed. It even sniffed.
The ewe, it twisted in the air
Landing on ‘fours’, without a care.
And off it went, quite on a tear.
Destination: We don’t know where.
Written for ‘Picture This’ @ FanStory.
Poetry in Devotion: Be Still and Know That I Am God
(and)
The Valley
Elliot Sexton Fuller
These two poetry/devotional books were written by the father of a very close friend.
The poems are captivating: The accompanying devotionals, passionately revealing.
A privately moving read.
Written for (not a) The New York Times Best Sellers (but might be soon).
Flat Again
Flat Again.
A slow leak.
The story of my life.
I needed the bike.
Of course, I could walk…
But it took more than twice the time.
Sticking my head back inside, I hollered that I was off on foot.
Before I was two blocks from home there was a honking.
Mom had come, again, to save the day.
I stepped into Food Mart with minutes to spare.
It was busy.
Price check upon price check.
Cracked eggs. Leaking cartons.
Ten minutes to closing. “… and all is well.”
But then across the public address system,
“Clean up on Aisle Two. Clean up on Aisle Two.
Randolph, you’ll need the mop.”
Aisle Two.
Jars and jars of vinegar.
The air being released from an early night off.
Written for The Fabulous Free Versers Club @ FanStory.
FOUR QUOTES from EMILY
Here are a four quotes that I found that have a thought-provoking quality to them. Each f them are attributed to Ms. Dickenson.
“My friends are my estate.”
“To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.”
“Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.”
“It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.”
Written for About Me and Poetry.
Tell all the truth but tell it slant — (1263)
BY EMILY DICKINSON
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —
Written for About Me and Poetry.
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun (764)
BY EMILY DICKINSON
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –
In Corners – till a Day
The Owner passed – identified –
And carried Me away –
And now We roam in Sovreign Woods –
And now We hunt the Doe –
And every time I speak for Him
The Mountains straight reply –
And do I smile, such cordial light
Opon the Valley glow –
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let it’s pleasure through –
And when at Night – Our good Day done –
I guard My Master’s Head –
’Tis better than the Eider Duck’s
Deep Pillow – to have shared –
To foe of His – I’m deadly foe –
None stir the second time –
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye –
Or an emphatic Thumb –
Though I than He – may longer live
He longer must – than I –
For I have but the power to kill,
Without – the power to die –
Written for About Me and Poetry.
I’m Nobody! Who are you? (260)
Emily Dickinson – 1830-1886
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
Written for About Me and Poetry.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340)
EMILY DICKINSON
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My mind was going numb –
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here –
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –
Written for About Me and Poetry.
