Lost Somewhere Between H and Og

Some elements are shiny,
Others not so much.
And some no matter how they try
To hypnotize I don’t know why
I’m charmed yet love their touch.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah is hosting with the theme of the periodic elements. If Og isn’t the last element, replace it with whatever is. Since I missed the Mister Linky deadline, I am also linking it to dVerse Open Link Night where Grace is hosting.

Lake Michigan in the Fall

Welcome to the 2020s

The turning of the calendar
Drops decades in the past.
It’s not enough to worry me.
The present tends to last.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “Welcome to the 2020s”. Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile to welcome cheerfully a new decade.

Fungus
Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile

Happy New Year

Do you hear the shepherd’s voice
At the end of day?
Come, rejoice. Each simple choice
Lights your once dark way.

Orange and Blue

2019

Filled to overflowing;
Still not full enough -
Stones protrude. With water
Walk away what’s rough.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme of 2019 and to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I’m posting a couple of photos from this past year that made me smile. Happy New Year tomorrow night.

The poem is based on the difference between being filled and being full as described by David Pawson.

Storm and Rain
Storm and Rain
Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile

Christmas Light

Christmas light,
Starry night,
Winter dazzling
Angel bright.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “Show us your Christmas”.

Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. It is nearly Christmas. Although there has been waiting and perhaps much else, what’s there not to smile about?

Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile

Christmas Gift

Reality is wonderful,
Terrifying, too.
What seems so weak, so powerful,
Is filling all of you.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of Christmas gift poems.

Sunrise Facing South

New World

Gehenna is a garbage dump
From where those there could see
Heaven, new Jerusalem,
Above, majestically.

I saw it on the sidewalk,
A rusting, one-edge blade.
I picked it up and wrapped it up
And threw the blade away.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Mish is hosting with the theme “New World”.

Picked Up and Wrapped With the First Line of the Poem
Folded Over With Jottings and Sealed