Paint Chip Poetry the rage; will you take the dare? Clickhere!
When I was little, I had a potpourri of Old Leather boots, past on to me by my big sister. As time went on, her euphoria was all about the color yellow! As in a Turmeric flower, bright yellow pennies, even the bright yellow of the Lazy Lizard.
How silly she is, me, I’ll stick with my dreams of Sea Serpents and Mermaids.
Hand me down treasure Precious keepsake fun to take Eyeing her new stuff
I love this challenge, and for some strange reason today I wanted to write about myself, a confession.
Somehow I was inspired to compose about my journey of Faith!
Most think the Church has changed with the recent Modern Popes, but in truth, it didn’t change at all, it just became smaller. Luke 18:8 “I say to you that he will quickly revenge them. But yet the Son of man, when he cometh, shall he find, think you, Faith on earth?”
↓ My LONG LOST Faith ↓
After a few moments, asking for inspiration, a BRIGHT IDEA was wrought.
Faith was lost in the past, and like a HERMIT CRAB, I was living in a shell.
Slowly in the early ’70s, I found myself growing warmer to hot like the TROPICS. Realizing if there was a God, my choices were not His.
Something was amiss! I desired the sweet flesh of the Blessed Sacrament, but instead, it was only bread. The Catholic Church changed, I thought! I began to pray.
I yearned to be cleansed; where was this fountain where the Water Lily/LOTUS waited for me? Somewhere I knew for His promise was forever. Seek, and you shall find, like BABY’S BREATH, a beginning again; I found the POMEGRANATE, the Sweet Flesh, red Blood of He who died for me many seeds for all to see, the Church still existed. Like a PEACOCK with its many eyes, God does see our deeds, He cares!
About Tradition Gates of Hell will not prevail. Seek, and you shall find!
Look and See Beautiful PAINT CHIPS, let’s all write a poem.
A Haibun with Haiku
I wonder from all the different types
of Hydrangea, my grandma’s hydrangeas
are best. Look, see her lime hydrangea
like a key lime pie, the smell. A fragrance so
sweet, mystical, not overpowering.
Today, however, no lime pie. Let’s settle
for a banana split. Our gratitude for that
will be overpowering for sure. After all, it
runs in the family!
From heaven above
Flowers falling down to earth
Thank you for the scent
What inspires? Listen carefully as the song, America the Beautiful, inspired by purple mountain majesties. Our imagination, too, is kindling for a vision. Pray for a monsoon of grace, an epiphany, imagine drinking hot cocoa while pondering the unknown. So much still to discover, as Adam and Eve found the fig leaf, you to can find. Something is there waiting for you so away with the fake rubber ducky, away with the cheese puffs, say hello to wine and sweet dessert, time to explore your mind, and unearth your hidden talent.
Good-bye to ducky
Discover wine and dining
Dig up your talent