Carnations

This Chaucerian stanza was inspired by the time I really did buy myself a carnation on Valentine’s Day. ❀


On Valentine’s she for a flower waits,
Maybe a rose? A girl can’t help but dream.
Then she decides to her own love create,
Seeing carnations red and pink and cream-
Colored, for sale; a pink one’s beauty seems
Ideal, she buys herself a long-stemmed bloom.
Kindness and love can always make more room.

How could the heart be limited

This is for DVerse’s Quadrille Monday “We {heart} Poems”, and also for the MVB prompt, since that is “Monday.” πŸ™‚ Our word is “heart” this week. It surprises me that that hasn’t been a quadrille prompt yet!


How could the heart be limited to 44 words only?
Explain how to condense ineffable complexities and wordless yearnings, beyond
A
rteries and veins keeping pumped blood coming and going?
R
are beyond telling is each beat’s uniqueness, especially
T
he wonderful being that each beat animates.

Which Pet Is Better?

For FOWC: Amuse and the MVB Prompt: Meow (because I wrote about cats). My family probably won’t get any new pets anytime soon, but maybe I will get my own dog or cat later. I like both for different reasons.


If my family gets another pet,
Should we welcome a dog or buy a cat?
It’s been some years but we are not sure yet.

Yet we are sure that either will amuse,
Despite most cats and dogs differing much.
Cats are not likely, are they, to chew shoes?

Dogs are much more effusive with their joy,
Yet cats have royal presence and more peace.
Either type would be a good girl or boy.

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Pexels.com

I find this picture pretty hilarious for some reason, so it seemed perfect for this post!

Like Water in the Desert

A 40-word free-verse poem for the Weekend Writing Prompt and for MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces. I’m really liking the Weekend Writing Prompts, especially when they are short. πŸ™‚ My poems tend to be relatively short.


Too much time in the desert,
The drought-dry place starved of rain,
Always wondering, waiting, praying for an oasis —
Found when an act of love
Triumphs over unkind rays of hate:
It’s not a mirage, although
It may be brief.

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Saving Two Birds with One Poem :)

Today’s FOWC is Idiom, and I wasn’t sure if it was possible to use the actual word “idiom” in a poem, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone and participate in Fandango’s Flashback Friday. πŸ˜€

This is a poem that I posted exactly 5 years ago. The original post is here. I’m grateful for this one. Good job, Jenna from 5 years ago!


When life is hard and full of sorrows,

You hold them in Your hand.

You, who with all grief acquainted,

Are stronger than this world’s sand.

Hold me tightly my dear Savior,

And redeem this day,

May I be safe in the Beloved,

And in Your goodness stay.


Jenna from 5 years ago then adds, “There is always, always hope.”

In the Grand Scheme

At the moment of death,
When life flashes before your eyes
And each event is seen —
What importance will it be,
What you’re so worried about now?
In life’s greatest overview,
What is more true and lasting than
Love? In faith: jump and trust.


I’m not exactly happy with this free-verse poem, but it works for FOWC: Overview.

Secrets Hidden from Everyone

This poem is in response to FOWC: Keen, and it also uses yesterday’s word, Anonymous.


I’m keen to know the secrets of the heart,
The hidden and anonymous parts,
The mysterious maze-like corridors,
The core from which a person’s life pours.

I wish to know the web of paths which led
To this beautiful moment, and the bad
Happenings now past — impossible, it’s said.

We Waltz by Faith

For DVerse “Meeting the Bar,” we are waltzing with our words. I’m a little late to the (dance) party. πŸ™‚


We walk by faith not sight,
Yet faith’s more than a guess:
The Holy Trinity
Becomes soul’s welcome guest —
He teaches how to live
And how to, trusting, rest.

The life of faith is hard,
Yet also it’s a dance:
A deep relationship
To daily life enhance —
Eternally enjoy
Exploring this romance.