Now I Can See

Failures come. They clear the table,
Wipe the surface clean.
In the distance, true and stable,
Something new is seen.

What I thought could never be
Is now the only way I see.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Mish is hosting with the theme based on a quote from the 17th century poet Mizuta Masahide: “Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.”           

Also linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting with the theme of final couplets – any poem with a couplet at the end.

Flag in the Distance

Fruit

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control against such things there is no law.

Galatians 5: 22-23
Gifts may come and gifts may go, but life is best when all
Like trees bear fruit of joy to share in peace and self-control.
Taste how patient kindness is 
With love and goodness, gentle bliss
As faithfulness through righteousness fulfills the ancient law.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Bjorn is hosting with the theme of lists as the guiding source of a poem.

Windy Wavy Self-Control

Waiting

I’m waiting patiently. Why not?
Hands stay busy all the while.
Cold contrasts with summer’s hot.
I’m waiting patiently. Why not?
In the end all that we’ve got
Is what will make us ever smile.
We’re waiting patiently. Why not?
Hands stay busy all the while.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where I am hosting with the theme of the triolet poetry form.

Shape

Tracks

  Covering a lie is
like covering one's tracks
  in the snow.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Amaya is hosting with a four part challenge: (1) The poem must tell a story in one sentence. (2) The poem must explore the theme of ‘the end of civilization as we know it.’ (3) The story must tell of an odd or embarrassing incident, either heard about, witnessed, or autobiographical. (4) It must be improvised.

It is one sentence. I lifted it without revision from my notebook so it is an improvisation. I suppose ‘snow’ could be analogous to ‘civilization’. The futility of covering one’s tracks in the snow might suggest a story where a protagonist is motivated to hope the snow melts (civilization ends) at least until the protagonist realizes that lies without the cover of civilization could be easier to spot.

Most Recent Page From My Notebook.

Alliteration

Mirror, mirror, mocking, merry,
How your scars are growing scary.
Winter’s wonders want to tarry,
Tucking tight with white the prairie.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of alliteration.

Winter’s Wonders

Good Deeds

It’s good that all those deeds I’ll never do
Won’t block me as I struggle to obey.
It’s good as well, though harder to accept,
That what I do get done’s forgiven, too.
That leaves the doing. May that ever stay
Removing clouds that darken sunny day.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I will be hosting tomorrow, Thursday afternoon, with the topic of soliloquies. Think of them as talking to oneself while permitting the audience to overhear. I wrote this example of a soliloquy in iambic pentameter although any style would be acceptable for the prompt.

Forest Preserve in August

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