(5) Words: | LATE | STORM | FRAME | STRIKE | WRAP |
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Late storm strikes minor
Damage to frame in which
Heart is love-wrapped…
Hand of Mercy reaches down
Stretches, reshapes, polishes
With grace to restore.
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Thursday photo prompt: Onward #writephoto
Into the where, when
How; wide “what’s next?”…onward we
Push, press, stride, saunter
Perhaps with heart’s eagerness
Or mute straggler’s reticence
~
We dare not turn back
Death-snags on that empty path
Souls’ have Destiny
Intended for something grand
Ahead, whispered dream astounds
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Gone, mall-crawling daze
Pulse-jumping hypnotic trance
Stopping at each shop
Arms breaking with weighty bags…
Now, Amazon hooks my debt
Too many allures
At fault, over-gifting heart
Pays bills all New Year♥
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https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/50-word-thursday-30/
Prompt phrase: “She discovered it by accident on her fourth day at the lake.”
(Completed piece must be in multiples of 50 words – maximum 250.)
It was to be a solitary rest cure
At secluded lake, a healing place
Because she couldn’t connect
The dots anymore…and this lake
Was so pleasant, quiet, still.
Hopes expectant, he’d delivered
Her there, then left.
Four days in, she discovered
The train station…
She sat down to wait.
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Mid-holiday heart-storms interrupted gratitude, expectant hopes of Season…
But, on startlingly exquisite grace-filled wings, merciful God sent fresh Holy wind…
Madness and mourning, dark-long-night, melted with frost in JOY a-dawning.
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“In his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” Psalm 30:5, King James Version
“For You have been my help, And in the shadow of Your wings I sing for joy.” Psalm 63:7, New American Standard Bible
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V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #26: Titles
Prompt: select from your own work, enough titles, in the order you created them, to find new meaning.
Waiting for
The road Home
To appear…
My breakwater, Gone-love
Remains a life-unlived
No surge of expression
Left in soul, familiarity
Affords paltry drug-like balm
Palliative remedy
For, heart is shade
Within shadows…
So tiptoe, please
Our painted world
Is where mercurial
Madness stalks…
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Thanks to all the authors of prompts, listed at end of poem ~
Pummeled in the waiting
By hail, freezing rain that falls
On both just and unjust—year’s
Challenges, one atop another
Barely time to collect prayers’ rest
Heart nearly frozen…
What’s become of Faith’s song
Joyous hope, anchor’s rope which
Tethers in every mercurial season?
Dark storm blows in, as if to remain
I’m lassoing wind, but missing each catch…
Gasping, tearless, this December.
Confused as to “why”, begging a reason
As first I push back, rage against battle
Waiting for hell’s last volley to end
Waiting for smoke, fog to clear, for
Frozen bells to chime arrival, at last
Of Christmas Child, His peace to bring
The only gift soul, panting, requests
Including His promise, Jeremiah’s
“Good future”…and surcease, please
From calamity’s visits.
What is left, but to surrender…wait
For His appearing, certain; wait
For powerful Hand to take night—
Gargoyle’d, lasting all the day—roll
It with rough waves, away…
And usher Eastern Star, come bright
A-shine like jar of Glory’s glittering
Light upon shore, refreshed and balmy.
Then soul, chagrined, will sing again
Exult in God, faithful Father of orphans
Youthful ones, and those not young…
For, ever He rises to deliver Victory.
Immanuel, Messiah, Christ…
Lord of all, in the frozen Waiting.
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Prompts:
https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/11/26/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-waiting/
https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/12/04/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-waiting-2/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/04/rdp-tuesday-rain/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/01/rdp-saturday-exult/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/02/rdp-sunday-sing/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/03/balmy/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/01/chagrin/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/04/pummel/
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It’s a long way to Forever
Seems I’ve been walking miles
And miles, days and more days
But I can see it, gleaming ahead
Creator’s colors, Crayola box full
Spark-blooming fireworks play with sun
Video preview of joys to come…
As if balloons were tied to my shoulders
I feel lighter with every step
Lifted from road ‘neath hurrying feet
Eager, approaching God’s front porch…
“Welcome to Glory, son—you’re home!”
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https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/12/01/weekend-writing-prompt-83-breakwater/
PROMPT: 58 words exactly.
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You are my Breakwater
Lord above storms…
They come a-rising
Tsunami waves threaten
To consume all calm
Glad gratitude…
My shores quake with
Remembered assaults
Lightning strikes of childhood
Cruelty’s thunder from those
Assigned to provide
Love, nurture…
But YOU, Jesus
Christ, unmovable Rock
Stand strong amid winds
Arms outstretched, one
Holds waters back
The other embraces me.
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Twittering Tales #113 – 4 December 2018
So you DID return, Wolf
I should have known
I recall your kind wisdom
Generosity often
Your therapy room full
Of things fascinating to
Wounded hearts, minds, souls
I still have pastel you coaxed
Me to draw, ‘Journey’
Hope you’d be pleased
How far I’ve come
Good to see you
On crisp winter day
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V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #25: Un-lived Lives
You were my unlived life…
Mere child, I looked in your
Oceanic eyes, rode the planes
Of your face with my fingertips
Through glass of picture frame
Kissed coolness of your lips there
And clung like drowning girl
To your voice, every intonation
Heard from farthest-afar.
I knew you in silhouetted profile and
Purposeful posture, stride…each gesture.
It was love, dire need, passion, unrequited
Longing…adoring obsession.
Imagination intense, pictorial, I would never
“Grow out of” this attachment, dislocated
Parallel life—nor traverse infeasible
Distance in time, miles, heart.
Impossible was only a technicality, my
Soul assured…you would have walked
Same streets as I, hand in hand, if you could
If there were not 32 years, a million miles
A sequestered world defining our boundaries.
At every crossroad, crisis, I reached for you
In dark labyrinth of hunger…found you there.
When you no longer occupied Island of Earth
Having sailed final voyage…restrictions
Dissolved, nothing left to encumber…you became
Mine, unfettered…gone-love-ghost forever…
My life-unlived preserved in amber.
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(5) Words: | RANT | BOW | SURGE | PAGE | SPIN |
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Pages spin, surge of words…
Voices rant, bow before Creator God
Who holds wealth of all dictionaries
As well as every soul who opens lips
To utter with native tongue or
Writing tool, heart’s outpouring:
Wisdom, yearning, contempt, ardor
Frustration, shame, compassion, ache
Of longing, humor, excruciating agony
Exquisite joy…the whole human
Experience in its infinite variations.
His love and mercy embrace, celebrate
Our complexities with gladness that
He made us to be fully alive…not
Emotionless machines.
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