April PAD 15: Strength

STRENGTH FOR THE WEEK

You button me together on Monday morning,

slash my Tuesday debts with forgiveness,

wash the pompous mask off Wednesday’s face

and by Thursday You strap my confidence

to Your saving grace.

when the sun sets on Friday

hope is an invincible balloon

buoying me again, up to You.



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Prompt: Write a poem that includes the words: slash, button, mask, strap, and balloon.

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My relationship with God is new everyday. That is what inspired this poem. I had a particularly difficult weekend but having His strength in my weakness made me get through the rough spots. Hope is a potent healer.

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April PAD 11: Seasons

CONSEQUENTIAL

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
-King Solomon, Ecclesiastes 3:1

The most difficult lesson to learn
involves the truth of opposites:

knowing that valley living
deposits respect for mountains,

famines alternate with feasts,
luxury depends on destitution,

and institution breeds the free.
Sunshine alludes to the rain

while a caress defines pain,
knowing that trust requires faith

and faith depends on evidence.
The preeminence of truth comes

through the prevalence of lies
and a haughty disguise, in time

will be tempered by the humble.
To spring up, one must fall down.

Slippery snow will line once-hot ground.
The once-lost, in time, will be found.



Prompt: Pick a season and make it the title of your poem


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Obviously, I strayed from the prompt a bit and just focused on the concept of seasons. I am experimenting a bit with epithets and this Bible verse has been keeping me going this week. There’s a time to plant, and a time to reap. Let’s consider these poems the seeds and think of April as sowing time. Stick around for the harvest!

November PAD 29: Being

Today’s Prompt: Two for Tuesday!

  1. Write an evening poem.
  2. Write a day-time poem.

Today’s Poem:

LET THERE BE

C an words come alive and
R econstruct a dull void into the
E vening and the morning of the first six days,
A ttend to a vat of nothing and dust
T o make this sphere a home for us,
I ntone to make known a love
O f creative and unlimited proportions?
N ot if you doubt the power of his words.

Today’s Ponderings: Another acrostic poem on catch up for the last week.