Oh barren one
No fruit from you I see
Oh naked one
No garb of gold on thee
Oh cursed one
Scarred by a serpent’s guile
Oh wretched one
Look how you stand defiled
Oh pregnant one
With life to overflow
Oh mantled one
With blessing to bestow
Oh privileged one
Your sacrifice complete
Oh splendid one
Where grace and mercy meet
I bow humbly at your feet
Tuesday’s prompt at DVerse is “grace”.
Out of herself
With closed eyes
She saw more
Dreams gave meaning to dark
There she lived
There she rose
There she triumphed
No one saw her leap
Back at dVersepoetspub.com. the prompt is leap. A quadrille…a 44 word poem. No more, no less, excluding the title.
Autumn is still here
By the calendar
Giving way quickly to winter
My world is wrapped in white
I in boots and scarf
Wrapped up tight
Fall shows no remorse for leaving
Nor winter an apology for coming
We are told and know every year
It is no surprise
Christmas comes this time every year
Lights for weeks will be aglow
While we rejoice with festive show
While we will show no remorse for its leaving
Christ gives no apology for coming
We are told the historic story
The miraculous story
It is no surprise
Prophets that foretold His coming
Foretold of His coming again
It may be in evening or morning
The sun may be shining or skies be storming
The earth in remorse now is groaning
No apology be given for His returning
We are told
It is no surprise
This is the last prompt for dVersepoetspub.com for the year. We are pausing to engage ourselves in the holiday season. With that thought, I leave you with something to pause and think on. I wish everyone a safe, blessed holiday season and Happy New Year (if you happen to celebrate New Years Jan 1).
Birthdays. They’re always different. Some go by and you’re glad they’re gone. I have had some that were memorable and others, well let’s just say I’ve chosen to forget. But today, yes, my birthday is today, I am very pleased. Well, one thing could have made it perfect, but, when do we get perfect? Life usually runs like an LP (remember those), the music skips occasionally and doesn’t stay in the groove. So far today, I’ve only one skip, and I dusted it off and continued the song. Wishes came from those I didn’t even know knew. It snowed lightly all day, and the lawn that never got completely cleaned up gently and forgivingly erased all trace. My daughter came and spent the whole day with me. She even bought 3 pieces of cake with 64 candles on it! I had to blow those suckers out quickly!
So, being late, I’m combining 2 prompts into one poem. My day left me pleasantly surprised and I’m feeling very blessed. Enjoying it now for tomorrow it could all change.
When love colors you
Canvas no longer is seen
Age loses all strength
Monday’s haibun (prose with a haiku at the end) for Frank and todays prompt word “groove” all in one. I didn’t count but don’t think I went beyond 200 words.
The sun rises over turbulent waters
Far from shore where no man sees
Waves reaching up in an attempt to touch
Only to crash down spraying vehemently
Over dolphin and seal frolicking with ardor
And light brings all together in unity
All is calm
All is bright
dVerse prompt…write a poem using symbolism.
She comes every year. She doesn’t come for an hour or a day, she comes for a few months. She’s a snowbird. My husband and I are her summer solace. She is originally from here in the Northeast, but has resided in Florida for some time now. No, you can’t live with everyone, but so far it works for us.
When she first came she was a visitor. My motto is, once or twice you are a visitor, after that, make yourself at home. Respect it as you would your own and don’t complain if I don’t have your kind of coffee. So if your in my vicinity, come on by and visit. I’ll leave the light on.
Birds at my feeder
Come and go when’ere they please
Friends in all seasons
dVersepoetspub prompt is use the word visit. I love visitors and I love to visit. I guess that’s why I’m a caregiver. Visiting is my job. So many times just a visit, long or short, can change your life, and sometimes save your life.
They all turned them away
Babe crunched between Ox and lamb
In a manger of hay
But angels voices alive in praise
Not crunched or silenced
By Satan’s gaze
Oh now the veil will soon be torn
His fate is sealed
Christ is born
dVersepoets prompt is a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words , (excluding title). The word to include is any form of “crunch”. In light of the Advent season, I offer this.