I’m a “fan” of SoCS. 🙂 Here are two little poems I wrote for it. The second was inspired by today’s Gospel reading (see Mark 12:42).
Air blowing —
The widow’s two coins:
Nothing fancy, far from it
But what a great gift.
Today’s word challenge is “rage.” I decided to write an acrostic.
Red, fiery, ire-filled
Anger unstilled, no way to
Get it back behind the gate:
Expect extra casualties.
I wrote this acrostic this morning at about 5:55 a.m. It is also related, though unintentionally, to the picture I colored yesterday, which I am sharing with Linda’s Coloring Club.
Nearness of night’s end,
Revealing sun’s approach:
It is still a ways off and I don’t
See it – it seems delayed yet song
Extends the rays of hope.
My orange marker was running out, but I kind of like the effect it had.
A second poem for NaPoWriMo day 2, shared with DVerse open-link night. I am also linking to this prompt about confinement.
Opens doors :
Flow every day,
Needs a companion,
Doorframes and walls.
There were a few different prompts that I wanted to partake in this week, but I couldn’t write anything good in response to them yet. This poem, which I wrote a few days ago, is linked with DVerse OLN.
When troubles come, I must
Avail myself of help,
Ready to be my shield:
Refuge of gratitude, happiness
In the midst of an enemy army
On the march — I find purchase on this
Rocky path and soldier on.
Mounds of memories
Unearth buried feelings —
Sing of sadness and somehow rise
In triumph : These bars and beats
Can’t hurt but carry me.
Shared with DVerse Open Link night the last of this year.
Being — a gift
Eternity ; God
Said we would live, not
Simply now — forever.
Immortal is the soul,
Now is the time
Given to befriend Him.
This was written a few days ago, and I am sharing it with the Poetry Pantry.
This is for Linda G. Hill’s stream-of-consciousness Saturday, which is based on the words way, weigh, and/or whey. Minimal planning and no editing went into this, so without further ado….
White is the blizzard in front of my face
And hidden is the road forward —
Yesterday is gone and I can’t find tomorrow.
Blown by winds but not torn
Apart, due to a
Strong base of love, which is
An acrostic poem inspired by today’s One-Word challenge, which is “base” and just one word.
JosJoJan day 21: Echo
Extension of the past into the future,
Calling in a repetitious pattern —
How can we avoid the events
Of yesteryear happening again, and turn?