A Minute of My Story

Do you want to hear my story
Parts are gory
I think you don’t
Listen you won’t

I feel compelled to write it all
Each trip and fall
Won’t you please read
Hear my heart bleed

I write to bring others healing
Share this feeling
Anguish explained
Hope is regained


Frank is tending the bar at dVerse Poets Pub today for Meeting the Bar. The form lesson for the day is the Minute Poem. It’s sixty syllables with added line length and rhyme scheme rules. The only rule I didn’t consciously follow is that each line is supposed to be in iambic meter. But then, I tend to break the meter rules with some regularity. Head over and check out some other Minute Poems.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


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    • Thanks. I still need to get back to reading, but I’m trying to actually work on the memoir tonight. I shouldn’t even be here typing a comment, but needed to look something up online and here I am, procrastinating. Anyway, I’ll be getting back to reading Minute Poems tomorrow.

  1. That’s an excellent lesson. We’ve got to let it out, somewhere, to someone. Life’s not all unicorns and rainbows, you have shared sound advice in your testimony

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