Tag: Poem

Read to the End

My life’s an open book pages torn, stained with tears and blood Come read who I am see where I’ve been get lost in my painful life But don’t put my book down until you’ve reached the end where you’ll find grace and redemption _______________________________________ It’s...

Beggars Would Ride

If wishes were horses beggars would ride Prince Charming would come on the evening tide Yet better than 1,000 wishes are prayers Lifted in faith to a God who cares One simple prayer brought Prince Charming to me Thirty years later I look back and...

Dying Leaves

Green leaves burst forth heralding spring, summer to come Basking in sun amidst blooms bright pink, yellow, orange Magnificent beauty Abundant life It never lasts long enough Tears fall as blooms fade Leaves turn red, then brown Crisply dying on the ground Winter follows ___________________________________...

My Story in 44 Words

Another poem written during my coaching class with Sarah Thebarge. —– My Story – A Quadrille They stole my innocence, my peace Left me powerless, without any choice Pain buried in alcohol, drugs, academic success Unhealed pain, despair, darkness never leave, never will God calls...

My Story – a Haiku

This morning at the Oregon Christian Writers conference, Sarah Thebarge (author of The Invisible Girls) challenged her memoir writing class to tell our stories as a poem. As a greater challenge she suggested a Haiku. Here’s what I wrote. Innocence stolen Nothing heals, despair sets...

The Loveliest Jar

A lovely jar thrown in clay by the Maker See it cracked chipped, smashed upon the ground Shattered to dust and shards Despair lingers until the Maker comes sweeps up each shard Each grain of clay dust He restores the jar to greater beauty ——-...

Resurfacing in Blue

I should have seen it coming this sense of feeling blue Delving into trials of the past to write a memoir that’s true I’m doubtful that this venture is worth the time and pain Will I survive this process where no secrets will remain Or...

Who Am I?

A Quadrille self-portrait for dverse Poets Pub. ——– I am afraid at my core but courageous because I know God loves me I am survivor, forgiver I am a killer, but forgiven I am an introverted extrovert straddling the line of expectations Melancholy but full...