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April 12, 2016

My Pain Number Today

For Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets Pub we’re writing about communication. I decided to write about the frustration of communicating in a particular circumstance. _________________________________ People who have never experienced chronic pain don’t seem to understand why sometimes I just can’t do certain things. I know...

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April 8, 2016

Sevenling: The Dogwood’s In Bloom

The dogwood’s in bloom, the lilacs waft their intoxicating scent, the pink azalea brightens the yard Requiring more cultivation, the lantana spreads it’s tiny flowers, the snapdragons roar, and million bells ring . . . oh the loveliness of spring _________________________________ It’s such a beautiful...

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April 8, 2016

Sevenling: My Façade

My façade hides pain in my body, in my heart, in my soul I smile broadly, laugh out loud, resort to sarcastic wit . . . but sometimes I cry _________________________________ The Meeting the Bar prompt at dVerse Poets Pub yesterday was to write a...

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April 4, 2016

I Never Said Goodbye

January is the cruelest month despite it’s shimmer of hope It’s when cancer took you I was twenty-three Hadn’t yet made amends for the pain I caused you Still drowning in my own Your death only added to the shame of not measuring up ________________________________ This quadrille...

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March 31, 2016

Mama Bear

The mama grizzly languishes lazily beneath the old pine tree observing her three cubs frolic and play in the sunshine At first glance she appears unconcerned almost docile But make no mistake if one should threaten the safety of her dear cubs her fervent concern will...

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March 24, 2016

Servant King

Jesus became a servant King When He washed His disciples feet This act of love was oh so sweet Forgiveness His mighty wellspring As He did sup and share the cup And with the disciples He’d sing Earned the right to the judgment seat When He became...

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March 22, 2016

It Was Murder

It was murder, pure and simple He was an innocent man the perfect spotless Lamb and they murdered Him If it weren’t for Nicodemus and Joseph of Arimathea His body would have been devoured by a murder of crows _______________________________________ The Poetics prompt at dVerse...

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March 15, 2016

Empty

Clinging firmly tight-fisted grip on meager things valueless things won’t let go Missing out on the costly blessings God would bestow Do you not realize you are empty of needful treasures of love and grace because you cherish nothing that lasts ____________________________ For the Poetics...

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