Treasure Hunt

This is a décima for Ronovan Writes’s current décima challenge: Gold.


A sailor sets out, brash and bold,
To venture into the unknown
Sea towards where his dreams have shown.
To find a treasure chest of gold.

His map is faded, brittle, old
Yet with great trust he starts to sail,
As nascent dawn makes the sky pale —
Adventure, not only gold, gleams:
Happy to be following dreams
Knowing that courage cannot fail.

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Palinode

Although this is a bit late, when I saw that DVerse was challenging us to write a palinode for this week’s Meeting the Bar, I had to participate. I almost never write these, but they are special to me: Back when I was an atheist, I wrote three poems about how God probably doesn’t exist. After I became a Christian, I felt bad about it. Then, during the next NaPoWriMo, one of the prompts was to write a palinode, and so I wrote a palinode for each one of those anti-God poems, retracting their statements. It was a healing exercise for me, and when I read the story of Jesus and Saint Peter in John chapter 21, I was floored!

Today’s palinode has nothing to do with that, but I really wanted to share that background story. This is, instead, written as a response to the shadorma I wrote yesterday (click here).

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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.

Time of New Birth

The décima challenge this week is “Birth” in one of the D rhyme spots. It’s a timely prompt, as it’s April. Last time I went to the park, I noticed a profusion of new flowers and multiple ducklings! Linked also to today’s Writers’ Pantry.


Sun rises earlier each day:
It has been hesitant to wake
Yet lately decided to make
The most of it, a better way.

And later the sun also stays,
Shining its rays upon the ground,
Illuminating all around.
Now this April springtime-green Earth
Is filled with blossoms and new birth:
Even more beauty will abound.

Peut être une image de oie, nature et étendue d’eau
Ducklings with their Mama Duck

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Miracles

This is a last-minute poem for Linda’s paint-chip poetry this week. It’s not really a narrative poem but uses 4 of the words.

If you have faith as a mustard seed,
Although it won’t be easy-peasy,
You can against all odds succeed.

Sky-high can reach a skyscraper,
From some metal and scaffolding,
Reality grown from a drawing on paper.

Maybe you can even, under mistletoe,
Receive a kiss one festive Christmas,
Meeting that kismet, standing on tiptoe.

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