Night Sky, poetry

SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA WRITE

Yesterday, I couldn’t get this poem’s opening line out of my head. That’s the way with thoughts and words. Sometimes they’re good ones, sometimes they’re self-defeating. I’m learning to replace the negative with songs, scripture and prayers and finding it helps. 

I realize the picture spills over on the other column, but sometimes that’s how God’s love overflows on us. Our friends who will be at Navarre Beach next week after we go home will be here soon. So we’re closing up our computers and getting ready for the cleaning crew to make it nice and shiny for them.

Consequently, that’s the way I’m posting it, my friends. Less than perfect but sincere in purpose. I hope it speaks to you today.



The heavens<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14170A" data-link="(A)” style=”box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;”> declare<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14170B" data-link="(B)” style=”box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;”> the glory of God; 
the skies<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14170D" data-link="(D)” style=”box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;”> proclaim the work of his hands.
Ps. 19:1

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Memories, poetry, Summer

Summertime Moments

Life was good at 610 North Pear Street, Searcy, Arkansas.

  

My last post as Arkansas Women Bloggers’ Miss July runs today. It’s a snapshot of what a summer day was like in small-town Arkansas when I was very young. I’d love for you to follow this link and read it.  Arkansas Women Bloggers

  

I’m still camera shy.

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Adelaide Crapsy, Cinquains, poetry, Storms

After the Storm

I don’t claim to be a poet, but I try my hand occasionally, especially when I can’t stop thinking about something like what I found on my patio after a storm this week. I’ve spent way too much time trying to write Cinquains today, but I’m telling myself it’s good for my brain. I thought I’d share a few.

The Cinquain form was invented by the American poet, Adelaide Crapsy. Composed of five lines, constructed of 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 syllables, it makes a brief statement or captures an image.

 



Disaster Averted

To think
the broom would have
destroyed a home, had I
not noticed in time the twigs were
a nest.

  

Gratitude


I feel
grateful when I
find the bird nest hidden
beneath a clump of twigs to be
empty.

Concerned

After
the storm, I see
the nest lying under
debris and think where will Mom lay
her eggs?

 


Interior Design

Mama
weaves her nest with
neutrals before adding
fuchsia and translucent strands for
accents.



Celebration

I bet
she trilled with joy
and danced a jig after

swirling the bright tendrils inside
her nest.

… Your dwelling place is secure, your nest is set in a rock;  Numbers 24:21

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