Tag: peace

Miracle

Forgiveness is a miracle that we
Might not deserve, but it comes anyway.
Before it comes we doubt and skeptically
Confuse forever with some years delay,
Or maybe decades, centuries–or days.
But when it comes we’re awed to feel it bring
The peace that lets us breathe, and breathing, sing.

Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace will be hosting and the pub opens at 3:00 PM EST. I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Photos: “Geometry”, above, and “Up-close Crystal”, below.

Up-close Crystal

Food of Love

Forgiveness is the food of love
That patience hopes to bring.
We eat while daily dreaming of
How peace would let us sing.

Text: Linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Photos: “Light on Hickory Leaf”, above, and “Fence and Birdhouse”, below, linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “The Food of Love”. Taken near Stoney Run County Park in Hebron, Indiana.

Fence and Birdhouse

The Bed in the Forest — #writephoto Peace

Two lovers lie upon their bed
Made from a tree. They rest their heads
While in the distance there is strife.
They safely rest, imagine life
Without those worries and it’s then
They find their love alive again.

But when to them the fighting nears
They arm themselves in spite of fears
And fight defending what they know
Of good, of truth to help them grow.
Whatever happens that is when
They find their love alive again.

Linked to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt Peace.
Sue Vincent provided the photo for the prompt.

Sue Vincent's #writephoto icon
Sue Vincent’s #writephoto icon

Home Tour

Let us climb these well worn stairs,
Light above and peace throughout.
Heart tells mind, “Don’t worry here.
Love will show us all about.”

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Björn.
Photo: “Going Up” by the author. Linked to jasenphoto’s Tuesday Photo Challenge where the prompt is “steps”.
I am also linking this to Jill Lyman’s July Challenge. Consider this an eight line poem of which I’ve written only the first four lines.

I’m exploring medieval lyrics.  I think the above might be called “trova romantica” with form and style related to the troubadours.  I’m trying to use the Portuguese Redondilha maior meter, a seven syllable line with the last syllable accented, but I might be missing something.

Announcement

The Spring issue (Vol 97, No 2) of The Lyric Magazine, “the oldest magazine in North America devoted to traditional poetry”, arrived in the mail.  It contains my poem, “Chutes and Ladders”.  I am grateful to the editor, Jean Mellichamp Milliken, for selecting it.

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