Jonathan was angry with his mother. At age 16, she had denied his request for a motorcycle. He thought, "How dare she tell me no! Nobody tells me that I cannot have what I want!" His mother hated that he was angry, but she knew that denial is valuable for people. Getting everything one wants... Continue Reading →
She was the subject of many fables. They named her Anne of Gruesome Gables. She didn't suffer fools and other bores, So, they said she was nasty to her core. But, I submit that she was misunderstood By those too lazy to do what she would. She worked hard and did her work right, Making... Continue Reading →
The tall pines on the hill poked at the clouds, A battle centuries old which always brings delight. On this May morning, I sit quietly on the porch, Admiring nature's waltz in the shimmering light. It speaks of a force that's invisible to our eyes, One that causes the trees to continue to stand Through... Continue Reading →
My feet meanders through fields, Following my soul as it takes flight. They take me to unknown places Where I find peace in morning's light. To walk down new unfamiliar roads, Paths that have went unexplored, Fills me with immeasurable joy, Bringing me closer to the Lord. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #104 from... Continue Reading →
The logic of grass has always escaped me, To grow something that needs to be cut. You work all week, living for the weekend, Only to be caught in the same old rut. Lawnmowers, leaf blowers, and edge trimmers, Working hard from dusk until time for bed. I'd rather have a dragon just blow fire... Continue Reading →
The earth is a like teenager in a hoodie, Seen, but not respected for its wisdom. The older ones continue their destruction, Oblivious to the damage that's being done. The teen-aged earth tries to get their attention, To make them aware that there must be change. If the earth is to survive for more generations,... Continue Reading →
Rest your weary bones. To the grindstone tomorrow. Just enjoy today. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: Labour Day.
Closed my eyes and sighed. Violin strings plucked by hand. Music sweetly played. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku poetry Prompt Challenge: plucked and played.
I would much rather drink tea in the mornings,But, people seem to be disturbed by the request.They stand around wondering what to do,Trying to figure out how to honor my behest.This is America, not London, I am often toldBy friends who cannot find a single tea bag.I hurriedly tell them that I have my own... Continue Reading →
I feel vulnerable at times, Too scared to take risks. But your love, Lord, empowers me, So I walk on mountaintops. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammi Cox at Sammiscribbles: Vulnerable in exactly 21 words.
Help from Heaven 