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My Clerihew for NaPoWriMo

The prompt Day 25 of NaPoWriMo is to write a Clerihew, which I had never heard of before. But I thought I’d try it. Even though they are apparently usually written about famous people, the prompt gave permission to write about someone not famous. So I decided to write it about someone I believe will be famous someday as an animator.

Benton
My favorite son
He replies wryly
“But I’m your only”

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She Hates Purple

She hates purple
simply because
it was
my favorite color

or maybe it’s because
I stole
her coveted role
as baby of the family

Who knows why
I only know
it’s hard to be resented
for something you can’t control

Yet I must let it go
forgive
love her more than
I love purple

(Which, incidentally,
isn’t my favorite anymore)

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What Shall I Do?

Shall I watch you
drink the Kool-aid
when the nectar’s
free for all

Shall I watch you
peer into the abyss
when I can see
you’ll surely fall

Shall I watch you
pour water in your tank
when I’m certain
it’ll make you stall

Shall I watch you
attempt to escape
when there’s danger
beyond the wall

Or shall I warn you?

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Wandering Sheep

The prompt today at NaPoWriMo for Day 22 of the challenge is to write a pastoral poem. Although I had another poem already in the works for today, I decided to keep that one for tomorrow and go with the prompt. The description of a pastoral poem immediately brought to mind sheep and shepherds, which of course brought me to the Great Shepherd.

Wandering Sheep

We sheep all are grazing
the shepherd keeps his watch
ensuring we are safe and fed
his sheep he does adore

Although the grass is plenty sweet
in this field where we graze
we are prone to wander off
in search of something more

We wander into danger
where the wolf seeks to devour
famine replaces the great feast
we enjoyed without a chore

Yet the shepherd, he is faithful
comes in earnest to rescue us
delivers us to the safety
of the love to us he swore

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Where This Road Leads

I know full well where this road leads
The end is my desire and goal
But I know not how long it be
Or what lurks beyond the next knoll
My Companion knows, but won’t tell
I must trust that He’s in control
He’ll never leave me as I trudge
Toward rest for my weary soul

 

The prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today is to write an octet with the road as a theme. For more road-themed octets, head over to dVerse and click on Mr. Linky.

This is also my Day 21 post for NaPoWriMo2015.

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Some of What I Know

Today I decided to write my poem-of-the-day based on the NaPoWriMo2015 prompt, which is to write a poem that states things that I know. This could be a really long poem, because my head is full of all kinds of trivial knowledge, but I’ll just pick a few because I don’t have all day and neither to you.

Some of What I Know

Every person I meet has been through
some trial I know nothing about.

God knows every trial you and I have been through
every thought and deed that makes up our lives.

Potatoes are delicious, gluten-free, and dairy free
when cooked on a Traeger, boiled, fried, or roasted with herbs.

Eating gluten-free and dairy free is not as difficult
as people who don’t have to think it must be.

The sight and smell of flowers
can brighten even a dreary day.

The Oxford comma is never a bad choice
because it is a clear rule that avoids confusion.

The Chicago Manual of Style is a great resource
for questions of grammar and punctuation.

Poetry cares little about what
The Chicago Manual of Style has to say.

The Bible is made up of 66 books, all God’s Word
and is a great resource for the big questions of life.

Some people care little about what
God’s Word has to say about the trials they’ve been through.

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A Conversation with My Fearful Self

This poem was inspired by the April 16 prompt from The Daily Poet by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano. The prompt was to write a conversational poem in which alternating stanzas were two speakers in a conversation. I decided to write a conversation with myself.

A Conversation with My Fearful Self

I can’t wait for the conference
It’s going to be so much fun
I’m so glad Ginger wants to go with me
I’ll text her about picking her up and
see what she wants from Kyra’s Bakery

Ginger hasn’t texted me back
I’ll bet she doesn’t even want to go
to the conference with me at all

What? Ginger does so want to go
to the conference with you
She is just as excited about it as you
I’ll bet she just didn’t see your text

It’s been two days, of course she has
I’ll bet she hasn’t answered
because she’s trying to figure out
how to get out of going

That’s ridiculous! You know she wants to go
I’m sure she’s just been busy
or the text got buried
amongst a bunch of other texts
and she didn’t even see it

I’m just sure she doesn’t want to go
At least not with me
She’s probably trying to find
someone else to go with

Enough of that nonsense!
Just email her and ask

Fine, I’ll email her
but she won’t answer my email either

See, I told you so
Ginger emailed you back
and the only reason she didn’t answer before
is because she couldn’t decide
what kind of cupcake she wanted

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Iris

Purple

Iris bloom

Standing tall, fragile

My favorite garden flower

Beauty

 

To finish out my NaPoWriMo2015 commitment, I suspect I will be relying a bit on my favorite little form, the elfje.

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I Believe

At dVerse Poets Pub today Anna calls us to think about our diaphanous diction, the words we love and are drawn to, and the type of poetry we normally write. The word “beloved” immediately came to mind. It’s one I use a lot and will continue to use because it describes my very being in a way no other word can.

In thinking about the type of poetry I write, I have been accused of too often focusing on the things of God. But I find that is where my heart is, where I dwell as beloved.

I Believe

I believe
I am beloved
I believe
with all my heart

I believe
You are God
Creator of the universe
and this earthly planet I trod

I believe
You are compassion
Died for me so I could live

I believe
Your Word is truth
My source of life and love

I believe
I am beloved
Because You declare it
in Your Word

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Roman

Black
Fluffy canine
Cutest little sweetie
Tail wagger of mine
Friend

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