Constraints from sinning turn their screws in me.
I sleep to see fresh dreams of a new birth
Where everything I do was meant to be
And not to amplify my own self-worth.
If ever there’s a heaven for this earth,
And even if I’m not permitted in,
May praise be given for forgiven sin.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya presents the theme of the seven deadly sins (and corresponding virtues). It is also a septet, a seven line poem, which I will be featuring again on Thursday for Meeting the Bar. All of these sevens are here because this week we are celebrating dVerse’s seventh anniversary.
Because of the theme of forgiveness at the end I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays. Her blog reminds me of the power of forgiveness. Without her influence that last line may well have been different.
Photos: “Heavenly Green Touched by Red”, above, and “Two Ants Many Flowers”, below.
My imaginary friend knows where I am. I’m on a quest to find that idea that will turn life right-side up again. It could be a fool’s errand, but I have nothing else to do. So if you’re looking for me, you might as well stop. I don’t have the answer–yet. Find the answer and offer to share it with whomever wants to know. Then, perhaps, I will find you.
SUNLIGHT AND SANDSTONE
MAGPIES FIND THEMSELVES AT HOME
SOMETIMES SO DO I
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Amaya is hosting with the theme “getting personal”.
Photos: “Sunlight and Sandstone”, above, and “Morning”, below.
While algae’s greening in the swamp
And ogres in the forest romp,
The villagers would have a dance,
A masquerade, and take a chance
Some ogre with a fairy might
Pretend to waltz then start a fight.
They’ve never liked each other much
Although I’ve heard they sometimes touch.
I’ve even heard they sometimes kiss,
But I’d doubt all reports of this.
There’s rumors, too, they even love–
What can these fools be thinking of?
Our dance may tease some fears away
And help some find kind words to say.
It’s safer meeting through disguise
When gazing in each other’s eyes.
They won’t forget what each has done,
But from the present, who can run?
We’ll have that dance, no matter what.
True, worried folks must worry, but
Tonight we’ll take a chance on change.
Let something, somewhere rearrange,
Then, whether they like it or not,
They’ll get the love they’ve always got.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Mark Walters is hosting with the theme of funny stories arising from real life situations. I’ve been all of the people, and the fanciful ones as well, in this poem at one time or another taking a chance on change sometimes without realizing it.
Photos: “The Color Green”, above, and “Spring”, below.