No Wonder They Had Us Color So Much in Therapy

As juvenile as it is, I do enjoy coloring. We did it a lot in “art therapy,” so I learned to like it, and thanks to the generosity of a very good friend, I have a huge book of pictures with Bible verses (I have posted some finished pictures on here before). The activity is relaxing in itself, and the book reminds me that I have friend(s). Overall, it gives me a positive feeling, like a warm, hand-knit scarf. As the poem explains, some of its “lessons” are surprisingly applicable to life in general, so it gives me some hope, too.


Beginning with very little planning,
No way to un-color what has been done,
Perhaps it quickly looks different
From the vision when it was begun. Continue reading

A Sonnet the Week Before Christmas

My response to Ingrid’s “Festive Sonnet Sunday” (on Monday). Also for FOWC: Product and MVB: Vivid. This sonnet describes how many people feel this time of year. I tend to vacillate between the 2 halves of the poem.


Appreciate the lights around the tree,
Vivid, although the angel is not lit:
Enjoy the many ornaments to see,
Fighting against the dark a little bit.
I care not for the products underneath
The tree, but love which gifting represents
Is precious and does lasting joy bequeath —
This is the loveliest munificence. Continue reading

A Poem of Praise and Blessings

At DVerse, I learned of a new poetry form yesterday: the Kwansaba. I wrote mine about Thanksgiving, not any winter holiday, but I think it is done correctly. Also for FOWC: Claim.


With family all around the dining table
Six of us, but that is enough
We feast on juicy ham, fresh bread
Baked today, creamy green beans, such savory
And sweet fare; we savor the time
Sweet absence of strife even for today.
I claim with honesty to be blessed.

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Another Thing I’m Thankful For

This décima is for this week’s challenge from Ronovan Writes. The word is “stuff(ed),” which is appropriate considering that Thursday was Thanksgiving Day. Thanksgiving used to be absolutely terrifying to me because it felt synonymous with overeating. The last few years, thankfully, have been much easier. Even if I eat a lot of pie! It never completely goes away, but it’s been better overall.

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The Places We Have Passed

For FOWC: Spot and MVB: Road. I am also linking to the Friday Writings (on a Sunday). The prompt is optional, yet this happens to relate tangentially because of the pain of loss. This poem was written while thinking of those people who affected my life in a hugely positive way, yet who are no longer a large part of my life. It’s horribly painful when friends grow apart, even if there’s not a particular reason for it, other than lives diverging. Anyway, without further ado… Continue reading

Help me to be grateful

For Brian’s prompt about blessings, and I might as well link this with MVB: Thankful, too. 🙂


Help me to be grateful for the wind,
Although it blows with force all the day,
Let gratitude’s spirit not rescind.
Looking, and truly seeing, to find
A brighter point; soon eyes are opened.

Help me to be grateful for the ways
Days unfold, which I would not have penned
If I could write it: I have a say
In how I see it, with heart softened.