To Drink You In

This is for DVerse’s prompt about rain, and it is particularly inspired by Sarah’s words in the prompt post itself, since Sarah asked us, “Give me your rain.”


Give me your rain.
Whether it be dew
Or a downpour,
Whether it be drizzle
Or a deluge,
That I may drink
You — Truth comes first.
Oh, I thirst.

Slipping

We are writing quadrilles using the word “slip.”


How effortless it sometimes is
To slip into a false persona,
Just because it is expected —

How difficult it sometimes turns
When the truth inside you burns,
To engulf walls you’ve erected —
And the mask you’ve selected.

Too tired to keep trying,
You slip.

greyscale photo of masks on a stick
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Searching…

I am sharing this with the Writers’ Pantry, as we say goodbye to May and say “Onward, June.”  I’m happy about today being the special day of Pentecost, yet this is what I wrote in response to reading a passage from Romans 8 this morning.


He who searches hearts:
Understand this muddled voice
Troubled with what-if

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Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. Now He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is, because He makes intercession for the saints according to the will of God

Romans 8:26-27 (NKJV)

Décima: Dreaming of Music

I combined two prompts for this poem, Linda’s paint-chip poetry for the week and also Ronovan’s Décima challenge using “dream.” I hope this is good because I wrote 4 or 5 décimas in the past few days but didn’t feel confident sharing any of them.


Saxophone solo, smooth as dreams,
Piano keys accompany —
Both ebony and ivory —
Talent rare as saffron, it seems.

Courage in a lion heart gleams:
New life imbued into spirit,
Rocking the boat but fine with it,
The boat was sinking anyway.
A living spring will gush today:
Music shall play, songs not tacet.

 

By RWJHughes – taken from my sheet music, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=19344310

Hope Undying

This was inspired by Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry #21. I was also partially inspired by Memorial Day, which was on Monday.

The blue irises of her eyes
Find the looking-glass, and pine
For her Beloved, praying, that
Under a field of poppies he’s not staying:
The nursery which she’s preparing
For their child waiting to be born,
Is a safe place, needs to reassure —
So her soldier’s return is worth waiting for.