Quatrain

Small and round

I'm looking through

What I have found

This little drop of dew 

Tanka

Life can be so hard


So full of pain and hardship


But the promise He


Will never leave nor forsake


Is our constant strong fortress

A Side Thought

My family and I watched Tangled again last night. I for the third time [yes, I've seen it that many times already]
I thought about how amazing and beautiful it would be if I could rally an entire town to light a lantern and let them float into the sky in the middle of the night. I contemplated finding a local place that sells good lanterns and creating fliers to pass around to see if I really could get our town to do it.
What a photo opportunity that would be.

Not quite so Cinquain-Thursday

We all were happy when
She said she was coming
to visit

We waited in anticipation
For her to walk through
the door

She enters and we run to her
to endow her with hugs
and kisses

She slept in my room under my blanket
And when she leaves I find that my blanket
smells like Gramma 

Cinquain-Thursday [14]

A trip

Thought out for months

Butterflies partying

Anticipation and waiting

She's off!

Memorial

That one day, those hours of fear

The terrified running, the noises of change

I hear people sayin', we don't need this war
But I say there are some things worth fightin' for
What about our freedom, and this piece of ground
We didn't get to keep 'em by backing down.

Smoke filling the air, debris falling like rain

Soot and ash covered people, staring in frozen shock

The air filled with cries, as those two monuments fell

And the horror, when the they saw they weren't the only ones

Some say this country's just out looking for a fight.

Well, after 9/11 man I'd have to say that's right


That day is burned and seared into the hearts of millions

That day is a horrible wound, but the thing with wounds is, they eventually heal

Have you forgotten all the people killed?
Yeah, some went down like heroes in that Pennsylvania field
Have you forgotten about our Pentagon?
All the loved ones that we lost and those left to carry on
Don't you tell me not to worry about Bin Laden
Have you forgotten?

Some say we shouldn’t be fighting in this war

But I say, talk to a survivor, or to ones left to bury their loved ones.

Talk to the heroes and the ones who go away to war.

And you tell me if we shouldn’t fight for what’s ours.
To fight for our freedom, and fight for our liberty.

Have you forgotten, how it felt that day? To see your homeland under fire,
And her people blown away.  Have you forgotten when those towers fell?
We had neighbors still inside going through a living @#!*% ,
Have you forgotten?

I've been there with the soldiers, who’ve gone away to war
And you can bet that they remember, Just what they're fighting for


[pardon my leaving the ' @#!*% ' in there. in my personal opinion @#!*% isn't a bad word, unless it is used in a derogatory way. In this instance, I kept it there because how else could you describe what those people went through?]


[italicized words from Darryl Worley: Have You Forgotten?] 

Not quite so Cinquain, Thursday

Ok, so as I mentioned last week, I am aiming to try and get a book of poems published. Half of which will be Cinquains, but some poems as well. So I decided it will no longer be Cinquain Thursday, but, shall I call it.....
Creative Writing Thursday?
Ya, I think that sounds good huh?
So, without further ado, the poem for today!

My King


I lived, I walked His path
But now I have died,
my life is ended.
My soul His to receive.


I am fading away,
Oh, but I see a face,
one so glorious is shines.
It shines with a perfect beauty.


He is taking my hand,
leading me above.
Where I will be forever,
Home, Home with my King




I am not one to toot my own trains horn, but there has always been something about this particular poem that almost tears me up. To truly think about it, Home, to think about going where you know you truly belong, Home with my King. It is breathtaking to feel this way, to think upon the future where you leave this world behind, along with family and friends who will grieve you going. But at the same time you rejoice, because you are finally going where you truly belong, Home with my King.


Well, if you care to go back and look, I had previously posted this poem, earlier this year. But you will see I have revised it, I think this one flows better.