Today’s SoCS prompt was “the last photo you took.” At the time when I saw the prompt, my most recent photo was of a coloring page that I finished 2 days ago, so I thought of coloring in general.
The picture already created, Simply waiting for the coloring, A steady hand choosing Whether with care or haphazardly The hues to make it pretty — Surprising ways they can combine To make the empty spaces filled, Wonderful refuge to find.
I colored the picture below for Linda H. Hill’s coloring club for June. A sonnet, which I’m sharing below, was inspired by the picture. 😊 I intend also to write other types of poems about that Bible verse, which I did with a different picture a few months ago. See here, here, and here.
May feet be like those of a nimble deer, Upon the heights enabled now to tread, With simple courage pushing through all fear, Out of the comfort zone gradually led. Out of the valleys of despair and death Up to a place of rest, more solid ground. No longer so afraid of height nor breadth Of paths ahead, nor challenges around.
A fawn becomes a deer as legs grow strong, Its mother helps at first to stand up tall: Immediate it’s not – can take a long Adventure to at last no longer fall.
Stability of earth, be under me, Until I reach heights of eternity.
I wrote this preemptively, 3 or 4 weeks ago, but I didn’t want to forget about the idea I had. The way things have tended to be during the past year or so, I felt that it was okay to congratulate myself in advance. 🙂 Update: linked to the Writers’ Pantry on 6/20/2021.
I have done it: I have gone around the sun again. I have gone many thousands of miles per hour, Seeing a variety of seasonal scenery, Only to arrive back in the same place.
There is no way I am the same person. I have fought and won Bloody, but currently That has to be enough.
Today I am sharing a poem that I wrote earlier this month, along with a coloring page, for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club for the month of May. I thought the picture was super cute, and the colors are not spartan at all. 🙂
I colored this picture for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club this month and wrote a limerick to go with it. Pusheen the cat is probably only smelling the fragrant flowers, but to me, it looks like she is chomping on it!
In this post from last week, I shared a picture and 2 poems inspired by it, wondering if I would start a series by reusing some of the lines to write different forms of poetry. Well, here is the next installment of the series: a Shakespearean sonnet (hoping to try a Petrarchian sonnet soon)! Shared with the Writers’ Pantry at Poets and Storytellers United.
The dove of peace brings healing in its wings,
The shining sun comes not so far behind –
A confluence of pinkish hues it beings,
The easier some happiness to find.
The dove of peace reveals itself to men
Although it often seems to’ve been delayed:
It can be shy, and finds its welcome when
True prayers of trust, like little stars arrayed,
Light up the people’s dark thoughts’ sky. Those stars
Provide much comfort when they’re born and rise,
Against despair and woeful words which mar –
With peace past understanding as the prize.
Thenceforth can many faith-filled flowers grow,
No matter which direction the winds blow.
Originally, I was planning on only sharing this picture with Linda G. Hill’s coloring club for January, but the picture ended up inspiring two poems. I might even write more in this series, using the same first line as a starting point, in several different poetry forms.