sharpen the pencils
eraser dust flies
line all the chairs
awaiting new smiles
desks stand empty
no laughter in the air
quiet and lonely
no scrape of a chair
This year there are many classrooms that stand waiting in lonely anticipation for the voices of children…
broken by cold world's storm tears fragile promise fragrant offering called hope
Are you finding yourself alone in this mixed up world of CoVid 19? Worries swirl about your head for yourself, family, the world.
“This is my comfort in my affliction, For your word has given me life.”
~Psalm 119:50
Hang on to the two words Comfort and Affliction that form a parenthesis around the word and very presence of affliction. Trials and afflictions (doubts and pains) may not be nullified, but they are cushioned by the faithful Word of God.
Please take heart today. He is always there.
Inspired by a fellow blogger’s post: a prayer and a flower.
There is a place called “nothing”
devoid of space and time
I guarantee it’s real
Represents a frame of mind
***
“Nothing” you might say is empty
Some might say it’s flat
A question merely lingers
“Nothing”- where is that?
***
Could nothing be a place
A place where you are not
People point and gawk
For some – it is their lot
***
Many say its fiction
Others say it’s fact
Sadly, I have lived there
Never wanting to go back
***
I pulled this poem from my 2010 archives. I tried in the style of Dr. Seuss to use simple rhyme and rhythm to make astute and silly observation.
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“It was at that age
that poetry came in search of me.”
― Pablo Neruda,
Neologism
A newly coined word. Lewis Carroll’s “Jabberwocky” is filled with them, including “slithy” and “gimble.”
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this dark autumn night
the bright stars of milky way
cries of geese above
(c) Lothar (Rheumatologe)
long lonely days we fly away
no time to stop dream of love
© mdw
This dark autumn night
the bright stars of milky way
cries of geese above
long lonely days we fly away
no time to stop dream of love
Photograph and drawing ©L. Moon
We continue the Carpe Diem Tan Renga challenge in the month of November. Today the haiku prompt is by Lothar of Rhematologe.
Striving Alone
dead the stone grass
no home for me
(this photograph and haiku led to the Villanelle below)
Striving all alone
none can understand
I lie here as a stone
*
you hear not my pain’s groan
faint lifting of my hand
striving all alone
*
stripped clean like a bone
winter fell upon this land
I lie here as a stone
*
love I failed to own
life sifted like the sand
striving all alone
*
cold cannot atone
dark heart they call you man
I, silent as a stone
*
death has called me home
relieved of golden band
strived this life alone
I lie here as a stone
*
This “Little Ones” episode is about the Burmese poetry form ‘Thanbauk’. It consists of three lines of four syllables each. Traditionally, they are full of humor. It also has a rhyme in it. The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second, and on the second syllable of the third.
X X X A
X X A X
X A X X*
The highly structured villanelle is a nineteen-line poem with two repeating rhymes and two refrains. The form is made up of five tercets followed by a quatrain. The first and third lines of the opening tercet are repeated alternately in the last lines of the succeeding stanzas; then in the final stanza, the refrain serves as the poem’s two concluding lines. Using capitals for the refrains and lowercase letters for the rhymes, the form could be expressed as: A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2.
Carpe Diem’s freestyle prompt Lonely Flower
There stood a tree
on a long dusty road
nowhere was its name
A forlorn homestead
too barren for life to thrive
the land had won
solitary woman
had lost more than she had gained
still beauty survived
The prompt for the word press weekly photo challenge is one shot – two ways. Leave it to a poet to use poetic licence to look from the outside in and the inside out
Photography all © images by L. Moon 2013
The two landscape images were taken with an iphone while driving 60 miles per hour. For such a little camera it gives pretty good resolution.
Ck out some of the great photographic responses to the prompt:
Lonely silhouette
you are leaving me behind
in silver moonlight
*
In silver moonlight
I walk on my frozen tears
nothing to call back
*
Nothing to call back
barren lies my horizon
when you are not here
A beautiful snowy prompt by Carpe Diem Haiku Prompt
“What are you pondering dear?”
“Wish I could hold you one more time.”
“Our boy is here with me.
x’s and o’s from Heaven.
Waiting for you!”
Thanks to Susan of Stony River for hosting Micro Fiction Monday. Ya gotta spin a tale in 140 characters or less based on the photo prompt. Come join the fun.
apart from a few rocks up here
it’s pretty desolate in space
they left a flag on display
colors, torn, and frayed
*
It’s dark and cold,
I feel misplaced
quite lonely here
no one’s near
**
you talk alot
to yourself I hear
will I lose my mind
oh dear!
***
what I love
about this place
to reflect on your
lovely face
A tribute to a spectacular Sci Fi , speculative fiction writer Ray Bradbury who lives in the clouds I believe. Still writing at 90!!!
I felt it
I just had to stare
the room so silent
the closet more bare
***
you are gone
its true
no laughter just tears
what now
what do I do?
***
No words to describe
the emptiness I feel
the best I can do
write til I’m still
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You will be missed
how can I convey
the ache in my heart
that won’t go away
Thank you to auntiNkansas “Empty Closet”
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
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