The Story Of Home Begins

long narrow hallways and trophy filled cases

ant covered peony bushes and fields surrounding

a turquoise bow maker of my own

swimming in a “gigantic” pool

the story of home begins

polishing silver that was never tarnished

fishing with christmas tree lures

youth group and choir

first kisses and holding hands

the story of home begins

family all around

cap and gown of blue

more schooling only three hours away

an unexpected soul mate found

the story of home begins

white dress of lace

flowers too large to hold

joy rising in the air

love of a soul mate forever sealed

the story of home begins

the clock of years roll

children at feet now drive

love abides within so deep

all needs are met and wants are small

the story of home beings

Poem It Out online class by Liz Lamoreux

Writing prompt....The Story of Home Begins

A One Word Poem

Death

With an ending of breath

With a cry of mother’s tears

With a reason unknown

Death became

With loved ones surrounding

With stories of glory

With time as a bandage

Death became

With quiet and song

With candles burning bright

With hands outstretched

Death became

With sun through the grey

With peace near the grass

With heaven above

Death became Life

I missed the online poetry course I'm taking this week and am slowly catching up.  As part of our assignments, we were to write a poem based on one word from our list of words we gathered earlier.  Death was on my list and it became my word for the poem.    The last eight days are in the past and we must now push forward and greet each day for the gift it is.   I hope you will greet this weekend with smiles and wrap your arms around those you love and care for.   We all need to feel loved and we all need to show our love to others.

His Secret Is Safe In His Sock Drawer

His secret is safe in his sock drawer.

I won’t tell.

I understand.

There is a history and it repeats itself.

He wants to break the cycle.

He’s requested I purchase something special just for him.

Just for him.

Not for anyone else.

I do.

I leave it on his dresser for him and he says thank you.

I didn’t realize it was a secret,

Until today.

Putting black and green socks away into his dresser,

There it was.

His secret.  

The aforementioned purchased item.

He likes his neat and the one they share isn’t neat.

He voiced his opinion and requested change,

Yet history repeated  itself and nothing changed.

So he became the change he wanted to see.

He requested his own.

He received his own.

He hid his own.

His secret is safe in his sock drawer.

Oneline Workshop - Poem It Out - By Liz Lamoreux

Penning a Poem

Today I am starting a new e-course with Liz Lamoreux, called Poem It Out.  I’m really looking forward to it and so have decided to make April the month of poetry here in my little part of the blogging world.  I’m not a poet as such, but hope you will come along with me on this little “to rhyme or not to rhyme” journey and perhaps write a poem or two of your own during the next thirty days (or so). 

Poetry is an interesting art to me simply because there aren’t any rules really.   There are specific types like Haiku, Quatrain, Lyric, and Ballads, with strict rules and features, but there are also poems with more free verse style as well.  These are the ones I am attracted to for the simple reason that they open up your mind to think outside of the box.  The words don’t always fit into a neat little package, yet can deliver such a deep and profound message. 

I hope to share with you some of the writing from the class in the coming weeks.  So for now, as the wind is blowing sixty miles per hour outside my window, I leave you with a little Haiku from me to you.

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Poetry alive

Words singing to me sweet love

Penning words to you