And they're away running thought chasing thought going too fast to rein in it's the 2am steeplechase!
The sailor did some hard graft aiming to build a life raft with lights forward and aft. He was intellectually smart bought the timber at the mart and built a work of art.
This time I have written two verses with a ‘diminishing poem’. Not sure if one is meant to write more than 3 lines but hey ho, I was on a roll…..
Mechanisms off yet the clock chimed today stranger than fiction.....
I need to make a list today of important things that lie waiting for my attention; with guilt-trip eyes following my every move and more, any attempt to shake off their intrusiveness fails. 'Deal with this! Make a plan! Don't forget, you mortal man!' Their cries becoming louder, overbearing and prouder; demands and stop-watches set I feel I am being stalked and yet the choice is mine to make whether I concur and take the bait. Bother this Spring cleaning lark!
Overwhelming odds are oddly overwhelming so where does one go? Do we hide in the shelters or shelter in the hides? who could possibly know. Seems like it's shooting season for ducks or for deer gunfire from all quarters! This crazy mad world is becoming too much hide your sons and your daughters! Just when it appears that all may be lost, a Voice, 'Take cover in Me! For under My wings and the Blood of the Lamb you are safe in this stormy sea!'
Floating downstream dreaming a dream of heavenly places; relaxed with eyes closed there are none who oppose what my heart now embraces. This River of Life removes all the strife that's found in this world; with my peace now in Him His bright Light is not dim and His banner's unfurled.....
Hugh Mann here, after a long absence! I haven’t been away, just quiet. I don’t mind the quiet as it enables me to think without explanation. Life is far too rushed, almost as if you are busy then you are considered worthy. Poppycock! To live well doesn’t mean one needs to prove oneself to be worthy by rushing here, rushing there, achieving this and that and generally elevating oneself to the martyrdom status of busyness. The mantra of ‘to achieve is to receive’ accolades and back-patting is rubbish in my humble opinion. Of course you may disagree! In my advancing years I am finding that life is found in the smallness of things, a touch, a hug, a smell of the roses, and yes, in the smell of coffee as well. And within the smallness of things I come across the Bigness of GOD! I find Him in the quiet places where He speaks volumes in a small, still Voice. Bit of a paradox really but I do encourage you dear reader to try it for yourself. Venture into a quiet place and say hello to GOD. Quietly listen and you will hear His Voice, which is the Voice of love, forgiveness and peace. His Name is JESUS. Talk to Him and wait to listen for His reply, for He longs to hear your voice.
Yours in CHRIST,
Taking the string and placing intricate knots and lacing this macrame I am acing!
‘Tis another attempt at writing a diminishing poem.
One wish for you will I grant make it small and not a rant Viola! You are now an ant!
Thought I would have a go at writing a ‘diminishing’ poem. The last words of each line must lose a letter as above. Looks like this poem is diminishing in more ways than one!
Space junk orbiting the Earth above disposable bits and pieces discarded without conscience filling too hard basket that is out of range to see or care but it's there all the same.....
This morning I feel like I need to write something humorous so here goes:
Don't talk about death imminent or otherwise, and yet it will come for it is part of living in these temples made of clay.....
This poem is in the Jisei form – [Japanese Death Poems] It is in response to D’verse’s prompt to write such a poem. The Link is below.
I wanted to share this poem written by Jana @ The Beggar’s Bakery. It speaks volumes and when I asked if I could post it on A Divine Unraveling Jana graciously agreed. Thank you so very much Jana! I love it!
“CUTTY SARK” painting by Paul M. Kruemcke (my beloved grandfather “Papa”) Circa 1966
“And I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding
Right before the Lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more” – The White Stripes,Seven Nation Army
like the ocean when you are standing at the end of the world
right about to fall off the edge.
Just when you think you’ve run out of sea
the world becomes round andlook!
More to say.
More to think.
Units of communication,
transfused into us by our Creator.
On the waters of written language
The world takes passage in order tothink.
Thought-provoking words inspire
ignite and set into motion
Kingdoms, governments and laws.
I write in order tounthink.
Unable (unwilling) to tourniquet the thoughts
with substance or busy-ness or…
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Blow Holy Wind with Your Breath so sweet, with You there is victory and no defeat; when skies are grey and living is hard Your help arrives as a shimmering shard of Light and Hope. Blow Holy Spirit, please bring us nearer to understanding Your plans much clearer; knowing they're for good, and not for harm, brought about by Your outstretched arm of Light and Hope. O blow Holy Spirit, revive us once more, may we be found praising the One we adore; JESUS our LORD and our soon coming KING, our Saviour, Redeemer and Holy Wellspring of Light and Hope.....
I may not climb mountains I may not swim oceans, I may not paint pictures I may not mix potions. Yet creating with words the mountains soar high, painted seas are mixed with the colour of sky. So I'll endeavor to climb and to swim in the seas by painting and mixing with words such as these.....
The ship hits the reef and spews out oil, seabirds don't know why they can't fly deadly black stuff smothering ev'rything in it's path; sandy beaches now globules of tar where we once walked and played.....
A ship came to grief quite a few years ago, just off the coast where I live. Slowly but surely the tide brought in the oil slick, coating the coastline for miles and miles. But eventually, with a sterling effort by volunteers, all of the oil was mopped up. The beautiful white, sandy beaches are back to their former glory now.
He scuttled along the aisles placing random goods within his bag of need, not greed. People watched him do it knowing he was a shop lifter believing he would get caught. Security camera was on the blink.....
Yet another first for me, writing a ‘Sevenling’ poem! Seven lines, interconnected with a story line and finishing with a summarizing punch line. Apparently when writing ‘sevenlings’ one always has to call the poem ‘Sevenling’ followed by some of the first few words of the poem. Love learning new stuff! Thanks to Ron.Lavalette for the prompt.
The wise old owls cried 'Whoo Whoo' announcing to Al they knew new neighbours were on the scene, seen setting up house for four.....
This is my first attempt at writing an ‘Echo’ poem. Pretty much self explanatory and quite tricky to do.
'Possible showers', enthuses Dan the Man, the weather forecaster on the telly; mind you, he is excited all of the time! He predicts, prophesies and promises with a smiling demeanor, not once missing a word or geographic area. Dan the Man has got it!
This post is in response to write a quadrille [44 words] containing some form of the word ‘possible’. https://dversepoets.com/2020/11/16/quadrille-116-poem-those-possibles/
I had the wonderful experience of walking through a friends garden today that was a picture to behold. Roses of various colours and hues were in full bloom, along with many other beautiful flowering plants. I imagine that Heaven’s gardens would excel this one, a million times over, yet I felt privileged to have this wee foretaste today…..
Garden filled with roses released a heady scent as I wandered through admiring beauty.....