National Poetry Month, 15

NaPoWriMo 15

The birdbath and the feeders are filled; all is still.
I sit, a coffee-sipping statue, waiting.

The notebook and the sketchpad are filled; all is still.
I sit, a coffee-sipping scrivener, waiting.

National Poetry Month, 13

The first thing I read this morning was the news that Brennan Manning had passed away yesterday, and my thoughts keep circling back to his honest words, his wisdom and tenderness…

a note in passing, to Brennan Manning:

I can just see you,
nestled in your Abba’s arms,
happy to be home.

a found benediction, from Celtic Prayers from Iona:

At my end and new
beginning, the arms of God
welcome, bring me home.

National Poetry Month – 12

NaPoWriMo 12 –  Random Things I Could Have Said

But you see, as a
matter of fact, I can blame
a guy for trying.

You may not see it,
but I actually do have
a brain of my own.

I didn’t get this
far, surprisingly enough,
by being stupid.

The fact that there are
no letters behind my name
does not make me wrong.

Corollary:

The letters behind
your name are no guarantee
that you are brilliant.

You go on ahead;
I’ll catch up…on my reading,
maybe take a nap.

National Poetry Month, 10-11

NaPoWriMo 10 – Things I’ve Learned from You

To be strong but not hard
To be firm but not inflexible
To be principled but not holier-than-thou
To be traditional but not archaic
To be compassionate but not condescending
To be cautious but not crippled by fear
To be honest but not hurtful
To be disappointed but not despairing
To be cool under fire but not cold-hearted
To disagree but not disrespect
To make plans but not chisel them in stone
To set expectations but not beyond reach

To live with eyes, mind, and heart open
To love fully and freely

NaPoWriMo 11 – tanka

Some days you want a
blushing sunrise, heralding
bright blissful hours.
But some days a steady rain
is really all that will do.