Winter freezes her: numb thumbs
Until winter becomes spring,
Turning frozen heart to melting.
Frozen in one lonely spot,
Now back to front she floats,
Buoyancy with happy notes.
Humans did err, got caught in claws
Of death, yet Jesus came, erased
The penalty — He, our faith’s base,
This is our celebration’s cause.
This deserves more than loud applause
But a whole life: God made us heirs
With Christ, all His blessings He shares.
Bass, tenor, alto, soprano
All sing in harmony and show
Even death itself — life which dares.
The alarm incessantly dings, and it seems the
Clock is chiming, “It’s time for a change!”
A huge task: A plethora of aspects
Could use revising; life might seem strange.
Yet even small changes feel the same.
It’s certainly time for me to stop
Feeling pained, drained, and afraid.
Happy World Poetry Day, fellow readers / writers! This is the first I’ve heard of it, but that’s fine because I’m always up for celebrating poetry. The poem I have today is for FOWC: Solitary and was also inspired by MLMM’s Sunday Writing Prompt: Lost. Linked with PSU’s Writers’ Pantry (which is where I learned about today’s special celebration 🙂 ).
The solitary walker,
Whether she is noticing
Flowers on the edges of concrete,
Or is fully immersed
In grass or tall trees,
Loves to get lost
Along those winding pathways,
Loves those many moments
Multiple yet precious,
When God smiles through
Nature, throughout creation,
When she again realizes
She is not solitary.
The ugly duckling wanted to be beautiful,
And hoped for a method that was affordable:
Wanting no vestige left sighted
Of her past self, misguided,
She made sketchy choices — quite awful!
“Bookworms unite!” The loud cry
Came from a crowd congregated outside
The library, hoping for it to be reopened,
Making their voices heard, missing the
Multitudes of written words.
newness held in waiting hands —
now there is quiet