Rise

Photo by Philip Harris

Photo by Philip Harris

 

Tomorrow peaks through, kaleidoscope colors dance upon dead limbs
It’s pleas seep into your skin, prodding you to fight
Unrelenting, it provides hope and solace for a weary soul

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Written for Three Line Thursday

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Shaken Foundation

Over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie they challenged us to do a Loop Poem or a Shadorma.

Loop Poem Guidelines

1)  No restrictions on the number of stanzas or the syllable count for each line;

2)  For each stanza, the last word of the first line becomes the first word of line two,
the last word of line 2 becomes the first word of line 3,
and the last word of line 3 becomes the first word of line 4;

3)  The rhyme scheme is abcb.

 

Shadorma: a non-rhyming six-line poem with a syllable count of 3 / 5/ 3 / 3 / 7 / 5.

 

For this challenge I decide to do a combined poem. First and third standzas are Loop and second and fourth are Shadorama.

 

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Heaven seems unattainable

Unattainable to only me

Me who can’t seem to separate real from fake

Fake like the voices that won’t let me be

 

I can’t seem

To hold on to You

I have lost

My will to

Fight against these pressing doubts

So where do I stand?

 

Where do I place my feet?

Feet that can no longer hold me up

Up, where I should be facing

Facing You, holding my empty cup

 

I’m tired

I have lost my strength

Who am I?

Who are you?

What do I have left with out

The faith I once had?

Refresh My Darkened Soul

Yesterday was National Poetry Day in the UK. I had planned on posting this but life got in the way. Anyway, even though I live in the US, I still wanted to celebrate this wonderful day and I did write a poem which I submitted to Three Line Thursday. Hope you like it!

Photo by: Matt Adamik

Photo by: Matt Adamik

 

Your call is like a cool drink of water. Replenish.
My veins sing your song,
As my soul tries to shine again

 

 

 

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Light-Lines-Cover

Three Line Thursday released their first anthology comprised of the winning poems from year one!

“Light Lines: A Three Line Thursday Anthology. The idea for Three Line Thursday was born from Grace Black’s love of brevity and all things artistic. In a disposable, throwaway world our ever decreasing attention spans still seek moments of inspiration; Grace refuses to believe poetry is dead. Poetry is, however, evolving and has always been an effective way of conveying emotive resonance. Think saying more with less is easy—think again! This anthology showcases some of the best works in brevity during Three Line Thursday’s first year along with some of the talented artists and photographers that contribute to TLT each week. Dive in and see what Three Lines is all about—” -Amazon Description

I, sadly, did not win in year one but I love contributing my three lines each week and I can’t wait to get my hand on this book! I will keep at it in year two and who knows, maybe I’ll be in the next one!

Get your copy HERE (US)

Get your copy HERE (UK)

Peace Comes in the Morning

Though winds may ravage and waves crash in.
I stand firm on solid ground, Your armor my protection.
And when the morning comes, Peace shines upon my face.

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Submitted for #3LineThursday Week Forty-Three.

 

 

 

 

 

Carry Me Away

Blowin' in the wind. CC2.0. Photo by: Simon Harrod

Blowin’ in the wind. CC2.0. Photo by: Simon Harrod

Like the wind

rushing at the leaves

turn my world upside down

expose what’s underneath

and when I fall

carry me away

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Submitted for #SpokenWord Wednesday at #FieryVerse.

Prompt: Turning

Unanswered – #FieryVerse

 

Silence CC2.0 Photo by  persona.natali.

Silence CC2.0 Photo by
persona.natali.

 

If only

you would sit still

quiet

and wait

basking in the silence

only then will you hear

my answer

 

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Submitted for #FieryVerse.

Prompt: Unanswered

Washed Away

Eyes up to the sky
Rain falling upon my face
Blending with my tears

Cleansing my iniquities
Mercy’s song filling my soul

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This tanka is in response to Heeding Haiku With HA. Our inspiration: Water.

Our Hope

My #3linethursday entry.

Darkness tries to settle
In the hearts of the cold
But hope burns bright in the heavens

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Dreams

I had one of my dreams last night. I haven’t had one of these in a long time, maybe six months or more. I had almost forgotten about them.

For years I’ve been plagued with these awful dreams. What makes them truly awful is that, most of the time, in my dream it’s not awful. In my dream I am enjoying what I am doing even though in real life I would never do such things. I would never have those feelings. I would never act in that way. When I wake, one of two things happens.

1. I wake up feeling absolutely disgusted at what I just did. Even though it was “just a dream” I still feel dirty, like it was still something that I chose to do. I have feelings of guilt and shame and I dwell on them. Constantly repenting.

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2. I wake up as if nothing bad had happened. As if the dream was real and ok. I still have lingering “good” feelings. Then, after a few minutes in reality, I realize what I’m thinking and feeling and remember my dream in vivid color and am sick to my stomach. Then, I not only feel dirty for having the dream, I feel shame for still feeling “good” after waking. Even though those are still not my real feelings. Again, the guilt and shame consume me and I repent over and over.

Today I woke up disgusted. This time, in my dream, I knew what I was doing was wrong but I was enticed…and I wanted to continue.

I hate these dreams. I hate having to focus so hard on forgetting them. I hate that they keep coming. They may not be frequent, but they don’t have to be. They continue to haunt me. They make me wonder why I dream these things. I know why, deep down. It is evil. The devil uses my slumber as a doorway in. I am constantly pushing him out during the day. Constantly fighting the things he tries to fill me head with…all lies. But when I’m sleeping, my defenses are down. I forget to pray over my sleep sometimes and when I do, he attacks.

I feel defeated.

But I am not. I know God is there.

I know the truth.

I cling to His truth for dear life.