April 15, 2015 Roman Black Fluffy canine Cutest little sweetie Tail wagger of mine Friend Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 0
April 14, 2015 Dogwood Pink Dogwood blooms Bushtits flitting, chittering My morning is beautiful Spring Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 2
April 13, 2015 To Fear or Not to Fear To fear or not to fear That is the question I face each day, my dear To fear or not to fear Has been the obsession I’ve faced for over a year To fear or not to fear With great intercession The answer is perfectly clear... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 2
April 12, 2015 Who Am I? I spent the past two days at the Faith and Culture Writers’ Conference in Portland, Oregon, and it was wonderful! But now I’m exhausted and still have to go grocery shopping today and take care of some of my Saturday chores that I didn’t do... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 2
April 11, 2015 My Life in Art My life in charcoal and ink hidden in the darkness where prying eyes can’t see My life in water color pastels visible in the light but the lines are hazy masking what prying eyes might see My life in acrylic and oil nothing hidden from... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 13
April 10, 2015 The Wind Your love is a violent wind Sweeping away my pain and sin Your grace is a babbling brook Soothing the chaos within my soul You warm me when all I feel is cold When my heart is frozen in dread and fear Your consuming Spirit... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 0
April 9, 2015 Out of Words Why, oh why, did I decide to do NaPoWriMo? I knew I had too much to do this month to take on something else, but once I say I’m going to do something I have a hard time letting it go. So after finishing two... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 4
April 8, 2015 Venerate the Lord Venerate the Lord our God Emmanuel on earth did trod Never losing His divinity Ever the blessed Trinity Raised to life, the Holy One Alleluia, God’s only Son Truth and Life and only Way Exalt the Lord our God today Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 9
April 7, 2015 Giving up Fear Over at dVerse Poets Pub today, Abhra has challenged us to write letter poems. I had someone specific in mind when I wrote this, but there are so many people I know who live with unnecessary fear and anxiety that it could easily be an... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 18
April 6, 2015 I Remember Eucalyptus I remember the scent of eucalyptus wafting on the wind. I remember the scent of summer rain on the hot, dry dirt road. I remember dust devils swirling down that same dirt road before the rain came. I remember the hot, arid Santa Ana winds... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 26
