Mom has hopes for her:
Sweet child to grow in greatness,
Not caught nor stunted
Adorable baby girl
Bomb inside her DNA
Day 21 of the Christmas challenge is FUN! This is an easy word to use in a post because the Christmas challenge itself is fun, as are many other prompts and challenges and, to me, almost any sort of creative writing. These haiku that I wrote today for Ronovan Writes overlap with the FUN prompt, making it even more fun. 🙂 I’m also sharing with the Writers’ Pantry.
Children open gifts —
Adults discover solace
Watching kids have fun
All the craziness is worth it (I hope). Shopping hasn’t been as “crazy” as in previous years because I’ve done almost all of it online, but I still need to order one or two things. To a certain extent, I liked shopping in the stores because I could browse and find a good idea for a gift that I wouldn’t have thought of otherwise.
Frenetic prelude —
Open presents, seek solace
Silent night at last!
This décima is for Ronovan’s current challenge, with the word “knock” in one of the A lines.
Open up your constructed box,
Open up your exhausted heart:
God does not want to stay apart,
Jesus stands at the door and knocks.
On the outside there are no locks
Nor even a knob, for Him to turn —
To eat with you He always yearns,
Yet waits for you to let him in.
It’s never too late to begin,
No willing soul He ever spurns.
For Ronovan’s décima challenge this week, the word is EXHALE. I combined it with the words in the haiku challenge as well.
I’m participating in Ronovan Writes’ haiku challenge this week. Click here for the prompt.
dying roses, gift
from you; love is still blooming —
tears wet dry petals
For DVerse Poetics, Sarah is challenging us to use “Three Little Words,” inspired by the site what3words.com. She gave us a list of 3-word combos, but I went to the web site and explored. I found the combination wounds.relay.caring, This is the poem that happened after that. It is also a décima for Ronovan’s prompt, Swing. And it got depressing again.
Up and down, strong emotions swing,
Each day a leg in a relay
Race that lasts too long, life delayed.
How many people are caring?
I understand, but the sharp sting
Of loss has not diminished: What
Is the cost of all of the cuts,
Wounds that must be made? Is it worth
The gain? Or is there a worse dearth?
It seems the door to dreams is shut.