Poem #2 for 2025 is due today. We were to write a Nonet or a Cinquain. I had never heard of a Nonet. It is, as it sounds, a nine-line prescribed poem. I went for the simpler Cinquain.
Morning,
Fancy-dressed in
Garnet, topaz, amber,
Sprinkles joy like bright confetti.
Sunrise!
I am beginning my 6th year of monthly poems. Poem #1 of 2025 is due today. The prompt is "Shell." I have written a free verse poem.
Locked in space and time.
I stroll the quiet shore.
Sand between my toes,
Infinity on the horizon.
Glancing down I see
A long-forsaken castle
Holding forgotten stories
In its nooks and swirls.
I bend and gently take Eternity into my hands.
The time-lock broken,
The pearly jewels of generations,
Glitter in the gentle grace of spiral lines.
The space-lock shattered,
The music of the deep
Whispers peace
As I hold the fragile treasure to my ear.
As one reaches my age, there is a sense of responsibility to be diligent in passing along hard-learned lessons in living. We see our grandchildren and their friends beginning to make the decisions that will determine the course of their lives, and we want to help them avoid setting living/thinking patterns that will lead to dissatisfaction, and unhappiness in their personal lives. We want them to see the value that their personal choices have in the continuation of a prosperous and functioning culture. Also, we are aware that many (most?) twenty-somethings and thirty-somethings have been taught by society that all opinions and ideas are equally valuable, and they don't need to listen to anybody else's input in their decision-making (a catastrophically erroneous idea).
For those willing at attend to a few life-experience opinions and recommendations, I offer these:
1. From your early days of marriage, set a pattern of real sharing with your partner. Be sure that you discuss more than just what's for dinner and who's going to mow the lawn. If you want your marriage to endure and thrive into your old age, you must KNOW this person you married. I regret that, in the hugeness of child-bearing, child-raising, and career-building, we had few discussions about what we read, what we heard in worship service, what direction we hoped to see our country move, and many other topics that would have given us insight to our partner's thinking.
2. Read regularly.
Three Little Lies is a very engrossing read from the very beginning! There is no time lost getting into the story; the author grabbed the reader right at the start. The characters are fully drawn and very engaging, the story line is easy to follow and clearly presented. The book continues at a lively pace throughout, with each new development in the story increasing the suspense and building the reader's engagement with the characters and their dilemma. There are unexpected twists in the story right up until the very end. I must say that the ending doesn't follow logic and was very disappointing to me as a reader, seeming somewhat contrived and agenda-driven instead of following the tone set by the rest of the novel. Still, overall, I enjoyed getting acquainted with these characters and seeing their story unfold.
The last poem of 2024 is due today in the Deadlines for Writers group. I don't intend to continue this challenge for another year. I did an incomplete year in 2019 and have completed every month since. This poem is my 63rd monthly poem. The prompt is "forgiven."
I journeyed with you through the days, months, and years.
Our paths converging and true.
Until one day, a boulder stood in my way,
And I needed a boost to get through.
I reached for you and only touched air.
Behind me, the Earth split in two.
There yawned a chasm deep and wide,
Keeping me from you.
The only path between us now,
As you stand on the other side.
Is the rickety Bridge of Repentance,
So I swallow my fear and pride.
I crawl back to you, confessing my sin,
Risking it all to regain “Before.”
Like a true friend, you take my hand.
That rickety bridge is a challenge no more!
Hand in hand, we press onward again,
Heads high, hearts warm, goal-driven!
We’ll get there together as we always planned.
From the past to the future. Forgiven.
I've never been a Tolkien fan. The Hobbit and all the related books just never appealed to me at all. I was totally taken by surprise recently to discover that Tolkien also wrote a beautiful Christmas poem that was basically unknown and "lost" until 2013. It had been published 1936 in an obscure literary publication, received little notice at the time and receded into oblivion, not coming to light even after Tolkien's death in 1973. I regret not ever having heard Noel by Tolkien. It is written in a traditional ballad form with a regular rhythm and rhyme, a feature that I strongly prefer in poetry. It has a strong metre of alternating 8 beats and 6 beats per line, with regular rhyme, plenty of imagery, and poetic devices like alliteration that appeal to the ear. It is 5 stanzas of 8 lines each and is a beautiful tribute to the amazing salvation brought to the weary world in the birth of Jesus. Although it was republished in September of this year, it is not very easily found with Google yet, and I have copied it into my blog for my own convenience.
Grim was the world and grey last night:
The moon and stars were fled,
The hall was dark without song or ligh
The fires were fallen dead.
The wind in the trees was like to the sea,
And over the mountains’ teeth
It whistled bitter-cold and free,
As a sword leapt from its sheath.
The lord of snows upreared his head;
His mantle long and pale
Upon the bitter blast was spread
And hung o’er hill and dale.
The world was blind,
the boughs were bent,
All ways and paths were wild:
Then the veil of cloud apart was rent,
And here was born a Child.
The ancient dome of heaven sheer
Was pricked with distant light;
A star came shining white and clear
Alone above the night.
In the dale of dark in that hour of birth
One voice on a sudden sang:
Then all the bells in Heaven and Earth
Together at midnight rang.
Mary sang in this world below:
They heard her song arise
O’er mist and over mountain snow
To the walls of Paradise,
And the tongue of many bells was stirred
in Heaven’s towers to ring
When the voice of mortal maid was heard,
That was mother of Heaven’s King.
Glad is the world and fair this night
With stars about its head,
And the hall is filled with laughter and light,
And fires are burning red.
The bells of Paradise now ring
With bells of Christendom,
And Gloria, Gloria we will sing
That God on earth is come.
Poem #11 of 2024 is due today. The prompt is "taste." I began to write reflecting on a quote by Leonardo DaVinci.
“An average human looks without seeing, listens without
hearing, touches without feeling, eats without tasting, moves without physical
awareness, inhales without awareness of odour or fragrance, and talks without
thinking.”
Ode to the Human Spirit – A Sonnet
As life moves on from day to day to day
We mortal beings sometimes lose our way.
We look around yet somehow fail to see
The beauty and the grace in you and me.
We listen to divergent surface sounds
And do not hear the need in those around.
We touch and know the outer shapes of life
Not feeling others’ needs, and aches, and strife.
We sample this or that but do not taste -
The present moment’s flavor gone to waste.
We sniff the air but do not smell the rose
We miss the poem and only breathe the prose.
Let’s not forget that many a wrong is wrought
When words are spent before engaging THOUGHT.
