Happy Sunday, everyone! This is the first month in which I’ve decided to have a theme to my poems that I post daily on Twitter. Since it’s May and the month of spring flowers, I decided to share a new flower each day with the prompt word from our hashtag poetry group. The result is…
Category: Faith
Perspectives of nature
Happy Sunday, everyone! 💚 This week I’d like to share a poem that was inspired by a real event and literally took place the day I penned it. My mother recently told me that great tragedies in life often inspire the greatest literature. Writers, have you discovered this to be true? On a normal day…
Upon these waves true and tried
Happy Sunday, fellow poets of life! Sometimes my poems reflect my heart and feelings transferred into words on the page. At other times, as in the poem that I’d like to share with you today, they tell a story. As a fiction writer, I naturally gravitate towards writing stories and I’ve enjoyed slipping them into…
From rain come flowers
Happy Sunday, everyone! I’ve been writing a lot of poetry related to spring recently because you know ‘tis the season, and it’s my favorite. 🌺 So I wanted to share one this week that reflects the proverb “April showers bring May flowers.” Growing up in New England, we lived out this proverb, where it is…
I will awaken as the spring
Happy Sunday, everyone! Today I’d like to present a poem I wrote about the awakening of spring from its winter’s rest. In a broader sense, this poem represents an optimistic trust in the provision of the future that as yet cannot be seen. I go to sleep in want, but I rest contentedly knowing that…
The Wishing Well
Oh wish us well, Wishing Well When life is bad or life is swell Was my briefest message to tell As I sat there by the well On its old stone wall in the cool of the day To lament the state of my garden by the way For though I missed the butterfly and…
Love being you
Dear tree, lovely tree Grow as tall as you can be Look upon the clear blue sky And be freed from your prison Of asking why Why the seasons treat you so Why the wind blows you to and fro But grow your roots deep in me And just love Being a tree
I will be with you
In the coldest darkest night When the way is marked by fright When the path is ambiguous despite Hope that seemed in sight Trust me to be your light You may not be saved from your plight But I promise you I will be with you this night
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