What If?

This is for FOWC: Wand and the Weekly Scribblings, which this week is about hunting and/or being hunted. I decided to go for exciting / hopeful / happy, rather than terrifying. 🙂 


What if tomorrow’s sunrise is the most divine?
What if a coming sunset is the prettiest?

What if what you search for, you have found?
What if that drab stick on the dry ground

Is a magic wand, bringing peace, more than a dream?
What if you keep seeking what magic means?

The First Day of May

This short poem is for today’s SOCS: May. I’m not 100% happy with it, but because it’s stream-of-consciousness, I wasn’t allowed to think too much about the poem while I was writing it. XD I also began to write a poem for today’s FOWC, but since I’m not sure if I will finish it…. I stuck the word in my pre-poem ramblings. 🙂


Mary’s month is all of May,
Joseph the Worker is today:
Let us know our dignity,
As we celebrate and pray.

May we make humanity
Treat each other lovingly,
This holy couple as our guide,
Inherent worth let us see.

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A Gift

I didn’t write very much today, but even a busy (in a happy way) day will not hamper my posting at least once per day in April! This poem was partially inspired by this prompt about GIFTS. I am also linking with DVerse OLN today.


As guiltless as when laid in manger-bed,
The Lamb of God, to silent slaughter led,
Amidst such shame, innocence underscored —
My thorn-crowned Lord.

At death itself He has mortally swung,
In my own high-walled life, Jesus has hung
Over my Jericho, a scarlet cord —
My thorn-crowned Lord.

It is a gift to see Him on the cross,
Although my heart does break at pain and loss:
I see He knows my pain, has love outpoured,
My thorn-crowned Lord.

Changing Face

A few days ago, I wrote a poem for this prompt about “Planting the Seed,” but it was pretty dark, so I wrote something else. 🙂 This is also for FOWC: Immutable.


Nature’s face does often change
And so it should, as seasons dance —
Lives go through also quite a range,
Not all of which is left to chance.

Is circumstance immutable?
Exhausting might be seed-planting
But fruits can come, remain hopeful,
Reward of patience harvesting.

Seeds in a heart shaped tin