This poem today is for the Saturday Mix at MLMM, and we are supposed to write a vers beaucoup. Follow the link to learn about this form. I am not sure if I was supposed to write more than one stanza, or if one stanza is sufficient. In any case, here is mine, and I anticipate writing more in this form. I thought that all of those rhymes would sound kind of silly and forced, but it’s fun. Je vais écrire beaucoup de “vers beaucoup.” 🙂 Also linking to the Writers’ Pantry.
May God speak to the weak ones who seek Him, so bleak hearts become more welcome To the awesome. May He hear, to make fear Disappear, to protect what world rejects.
Here is a second one:
All the earth, sing the worth of new birth Into mirth: from the trees to the seas And the breeze, animals and all peoples, Despair repulse — to bless brings happiness.
This Chaucerian stanza is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS, and the words today are old/new. Although it’s not a free-verse poem, it was pretty quick and I didn’t edit, so I am sharing it.
The old has passed away, the new has come: This I believe with all my beating heart, And I want to give it a warm welcome. Every single day is a fresh new start; Change does not come at once, but part by part. Do not lose heart: we are works in progress, Magnificent, and will find happiness.
It’s late, but I haven’t posted today. I have written a lot about today’s feast day in the Roman Catholic Church, the Exaltation of the Holy Cross. For more information, click here. This is just one of the poems inspired by that today.
Save us through Your cross, O Lord,
Toss aside our sins,
With the Spirit in our hearts
All expected facts reversed,
A curse made glorious:
Died but then risen again,
Splinters from this painful tree
Lead to healing, making free.
For DVerse Poetics today, we are to write inspired by wheat. At first, I was completely at a loss for any inspiration, but tonight I wrote this Chaucerian stanza.
Unless a grain of wheat shall fall upon
The fertile ground and die, a sacrifice,
It remains a single grain; but once gone
It returns, and is now worth well past twice:
Potential on which you can’t put a price.
Does wheat feel trepidation ere the fall?
Is falling in the field falling at all?
I am blessed to be Your lamb,
Seeing Your kindness,
Kept safe through the raging storms,
Led to happiness.
Held with care inside Your arms,
In the darkest valley,
My head buried in Your heart,
Full of peace and mercy.
Let me never wander far:
To You leads the brightest star.