Dewdrops
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
A fleeting mist
mortals appear
on any given day;
though,sadly
as this sweet fragile mist
clay too faces decay;
still behind us
exists a trail
amazingly we lay--
remnants of our presence
as dew drops
sparkling
on a blade
of grass lifted by a brilliant sun
then gently laid
as whispers play
by breezes softly blowing;
blessed momentoes moistening
our thirsty spirits
groaning within
as we attain as eagles
wisdom.
Since questions boggle
curious minds
leave limbs a barrow weighted
a spoken or a scripted word
can clear deep doubts
and raise real hopes
anxieties and fears abated.
Winsome pins impressed as ink
on parched or woven pages
as windmills to a seeded plain
promote growth to endure the ages,
help explain
hidden hurts
these puzzles
which aggravate us.
They reach inside
a solid chest
and give a gentle squeeze
to caress
a saddened frozen heart
into pumping again with ease.
So don't dismiss
these dew drops
as small, by any means
for God watches
even weary teardrops.
In His memory
they do remain
till He erases
forever
our constant unending pain
from thieving enemy: Death.
This lovely faith
we must maintain.
© Lucretia Mccloud, 22 hours ago
1. please be inspired by a poem of your choosing written by one of the deceased AP poets 2. provide the link of the poem in your A/N 3. if the poet is not listed in the two links above, provide the author page link in your A/N as well 4. this contest isn't about the poet, it's about their work thanks Outside My Window
outside my window
mother earth
spins awake
with sleep-heavy eyes
a global inventory
she does take
outside my window
the sun's
almighty light
breaks
the hold of night
bringing promises
that promise to end
this darkness
I have been living in
outside my window
daffodils yawn and stretch
from their earthly beds
the wind whispers
as they raise their
somniferous little heads
outside my window
love's hand reaches in
pulls back the curtain
lets the knowing shine in
illuminating this house
and all that dwells within
outside my window
permission has been given
to question everything
to start all over again
blind faith
no longer holds the key
to this knowledge
inside of me
outside my window
a new day is dawning
a distant voice is calling
incorruption rides on the wind
I open up and let it in...
© Copyright 2009 Kendal Palmer All rights reserved.
© Kendal Palmer, 6 years ago
my poem based upon this and James 4:14: Psalm 6:6-9; Isaiah 25:8; Rev. 21: 3, 4.
outside my window
mother earth
spins awake
with sleep-heavy eyes
a global inventory
she does take
outside my window
the sun's
almighty light
breaks
the hold of night
bringing promises
that promise to end
this darkness
I have been living in
outside my window
daffodils yawn and stretch
from their earthly beds
the wind whispers
as they raise their
somniferous little heads
outside my window
love's hand reaches in
pulls back the curtain
lets the knowing shine in
illuminating this house
and all that dwells within
outside my window
permission has been given
to question everything
to start all over again
blind faith
no longer holds the key
to this knowledge
inside of me
outside my window
a new day is dawning
a distant voice is calling
incorruption rides on the wind
I open up and let it in...
© Copyright 2009 Kendal Palmer All rights reserved.
© Kendal Palmer, 6 years ago
my poem based upon this and James 4:14: Psalm 6:6-9; Isaiah 25:8; Rev. 21: 3, 4.
