New Summer Old Goals

exquisite night for

a walk through the neighborhood

new summer old goals

  4-14-2017

 

I wrote this for #haikuchallenge on Twitter. I wrote it in Spring, but I am posting it on the first day of Summer. Do you have any old or new goals for the summer?

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Incompetent Haiku

call him early
or call me incompetent
we were in God’s hands

 

I have been reluctant to share this one because I am not sure what to write with it. I guess since I believe 3 line poems are powerful enough to stand on their own, you don’t need an explanation. I will say that my baby boy was born at 37 weeks, and was just days past being “premature.” Statistics say this is why he is slightly asthmatic.

baby holding his feet

Dear Lord it’s Wednesday.

pills and glass of water

istock photo-insomnia

 Dear Lord 1

Dear Lord ease this pain

Don’t leave me to be slain

I need you Lord, I need you now

Doctors, I need you anyhow

Forget the meds, forget the scripts

Please keep me from the crypts

I know you can, I know you will

Slowly I swallow this pill

 

 

I find it easier to get through the week if I pray, read The Bible, read quotes and posts from other Christians, and do a devotion in the morning.

What spiritual habits help you get through the week?

New Series starting today!

“Acrostic Fridays” are now going to be “Wandering Wednesdays”.

I will now be posting on Wednesdays instead of Fridays. While I plan to post a lot of my religious poems, I will post others that really don’t have a category. I have quite a few poems that are short and irregular and have been rejected more than once- they are going to be making their way onto this blog.

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“Wandering Wednesday” will not have its own category, each poem will be put into the appropriate existing category.

 
 

Makings of a Story

 

Run your hand, down my spine

Feel the break, in the line

Feel the scar, see the glare

Be disgusted, I don’t care

Know the story, know the truth

Something sprang, from this root

It was not by chance, it was not mistake

For a reason I do ache

Twisted in fashion, I am broke

Where there is fire, there is smoke

A story of love I have to tell

With pride, my heart does swell

He loves me and made me so

With a story I now go

 
 
 
What do you think? Give me some feedback! 🙂

Acrostic Friday #3

My Favorite Doctor

 

Can you see me today?

Here’s my Insurance card.

I am at a 9, please help!

Right there, that’s the sorest.

Over, I flip to my back.

Pop, my vertebrae move.

Right side is next.

Alright, I am feeling better.

Can I see you next week?

Thanks so much!

Other doctors didn’t help me.

Relief is so sweet.

 
 
 
Have you ever tried to write an Acrostic poem?
What kinds of poetry have you written?

My bones call to me.

so tired

my bones call to me

stop moving

snow on the deck, snow in flower pot, snow in planter, dead middle of winter

As winter approaches, I know many of you actually “feel” it.  And not in a “I’m so spiritual and in tune with nature” way either.  Your joints are stiffening and your bones are cracking and hurting.  I feel for you, I have back problems myself.  I do not have arthritis, and I cannot feel it when the pressure or temperature drops, but I know some of you can.  Here is a poem written about those feelings.

 

Another Day in the School of Pain

I wish my body didn’t fail so often

I wish I could get through the day

Without sharp twinges in my back

With no reminder of my imperfections

The headaches make it hard to concentrate

The pain coursing down my spinal cord

Makes me doubly annoyed at everything

It is hard to find joy on days like this

Accommodate the pain and learn

As our learning time here is short

There are so many lessons in The Pain

This is what God is trying to tell us

Like it or not mountains crumble down

Death is another lesson to be learned

Mind numbing pain teaches us to be grateful

For we are becoming better in mind

If not in body

©Symanntha Renn