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Red

RED SWATCH

I was talking recently with a good friend, a very talented artist, who also has a love for unique literature and for writing. Having spent a lot of time in Japan, he has an immense appreciation for that country’s culture and it’s literature. He’s currently working on a book of poetry in Japanese — poems with unique subject matter and perspectives on elements of the world and life. One of the things he’s experimenting with is being able to express color in words only — so that someone who’s never seen the color can get a true sense of what it is. He asked me if I had any ideas or concepts concerning the color red that might be worked into such a piece.

I shared with him that I had actually written a short piece like that a few years ago about the color green. And the idea of doing the same thing for other colors was intriguing. So I left the conversation with his asking me to think about the color and pass on any concepts that came to me in case they provided something more he might incorporate into his work.

Well, a challenge like that is just too much to withstand, so I found my mind delving into the subject repeatedly over the next 12 hours. And, sure enough, I came up with my personal version of describing the color red in words only. I shared it with him, of course, with permission to use any of the ideas or concepts he thought would be helpful. But then I decided that my followers here and on my author’s website might enjoy it as well.

And, no worries: my sharing it here won’t step on his toes where his own work is concerned. Because the only thing he’s considering using are some of the concepts I’ve shared,  not the poem itself. And, of course, since his book of poems is being written in Japanese, my English poem won’t interfere with the effect of his finished work in the least. So here’s my interpretation of that wonderful, unique color.

RED

Red is fire and passion.
It lives; it shouts; it takes possession
Of every scene in which it plays a part.
It is the exclamation mark of life.

It speaks of blood that flows throughout our veins.
It speaks of hate that steals away that blood.
It speaks of love that overcomes all hate.

It’s energy unleashed:
Invigorating, stimulating, titillating, aggravating.

Bold, emphatic, quite dramatic;
Life-inspiring, soul-empowering:
Red!

 

 


 

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Ode To My Grandmother’s Engagement Ring

I actually wrote this piece a few years ago, but after having conversations with three couples who are planning marriage currently, I thought it might be a nice idea to bring this oldie but goodie to the forefront again.

 

ENGAGEMENT RING NORMAL
Delicate band of gold,
Crested with a tiny crown of diamond,
Snuggled safely ‘neath sweet-scented linens,
In the top drawer of my Grandma’s chest.

Though your jewel is tiny,
It sparkles with a fire that doesn’t fade.
Decades have come and gone since you were given,
And decades more since you were laid to rest.

That day so long ago,
When Grandpa slipped you onto Grandma’s hand,
Betrothing each to each in awesome love,
Their journey thus begun, they gave their best.

And from their earnest love,
Two generations more have now been giv’n
Those seeds of love, watered with their examples,
And generations more will soon be blessed.

Delicate band of gold,
Crested with your tiny crown of diamond,
I’ll hold you dear and treasure you my whole life —
The symbol of a love that passed the test.

 

 


 

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A Poet’s Poet – Joyce Kilmer

JOYCE KILMER 1908 - Columbia Univ. Yearbook
Joyce Kilmer, 1908 Columbia Univ. Yearbook

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
No, wait!  I cannot write those lines.
Neither sentiment nor words are mine.
‘Twas Mr. Kilmer wrote that verse
That, as a child I did rehearse.
And to this day, I know by heart
Each line and stanza from the start.

Now, as a poet myself, I’ve learned
That critics did his poems spurn.
And several thought his sentiment
Too structured and tradition’ly bent.
Too sentimental, some have said;
Still his words live, though they are dead.
To me, his words in laud of trees
Are just what poems are meant to be.

 

 


 

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Psalm 23 Poetically Paraphrased

GREEN PASTURES -- ALPINE LAKE -- Tommy_Rau -- PX

I am resting in green pastures,
Quiet waters at my side.
There are enemies surrounding
But I rest here satisfied.
For my Shepherd never leaves me,
Always watchful and prepared;
With His rod and staff at ready,
All my foes need to beware.
And my Lord’s prepared a table
Laden with my heart’s desires,
And my cup is running over;
There is nothing else required.
Every path on which He leads me
Is encompassed with His grace,
And if ever I am fearful,
I just look upon His face.
With His goodness and His mercy,
Daily He restores my soul,
And the oil of His anointing
Heals and makes me fully whole.
I will boast in my Good Shepherd.
In His love I am secure.
His provision is eternal:
Peace and rest forevermore.


Reference: Holy Bible, Psalm 23

photo: Tommy_Rau @ pixabay.com

 

 

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Experiment # 2 in New Poetic Form

I’ve composed a second poem in my new form — as yet un-named. I’ve searched to find any indication that this form has been used by any other poets, but I know I haven’t unearthed all the information. So, as I mentioned in my original post when I introduced this form, if anyone out there knows of it’s being used previously, please let me know in the comments below. Once I’m convinced it truly is a new form, I’ll need to give it a name. So if you have suggestions for that as well, let me know.

Just to review, the form is as follows:

5 Lines.
The first, third, and fifth lines have to rhyme.

Line 1 has 3 syllables
Line 2 has 6 syllables
Line 3 has 12 syllables
Line 4 has 6 syllables
Line 5 has 3 syllables

Meter for lines 1 and 5 is dactyl.
Meter for lines 2, 3, 4 is iambic.

I’m still finding this form pretty difficult, but I like a challenge once in a while. If you want to try it and write your own poem in this form, please share it in the comments section or by a link to your own blog.

Here’s this newest effort:

HEALING HAND - DARK SEPIA - FEATHERED

PARAMOUNT KNOWLEDGE

Knowing God:
Oh, what a wondrous thing
To comprehend such pure love; I’m completely awed,
Learning I am priceless
To my God.

 

 


 

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In Praise of Music

TREBLE CLEF & NOTES.EDITED

It soothes a baby’s fretful cry
When hummed in lilting lullaby;
It serenades a bashful heart
And faithful promises imparts;
It calls to arms in time of war
And causes patriot hearts to soar,
Then sounds the victory bugle call
That calls home soldiers one and all.
It stirs the embers of romance
And causes young and old to dance;
It soars in worship to our Lord
In swells of melodies and words.
E’en when we come to life’s demise,
Music brings peace to closing eyes,
And to the sorrowing, grieving heart,
Kind comfort and sweet rest imparts.
Life’s richest gift for all man’s days —
Music deserves the highest praise.

 


 

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Is That Really Me???

I’ve been looking at some old photos recently, and I find myself astonished — and a tad depressed — by how much has changed — as evidenced by my mirror this morning, as well as some more recent photos. But I decided that the trade off for having lived this long is probably worth it. So I also decided to have some fun with today’s DP prompt: astonish.
ME - VALENTINE PIC - SEPIA - CROPPED

My skin is not as tight, my hair not quite so brown;
I’m not as photogenic as before.
I’ve added a few pounds, with bulges here and there,
And now can count my age in terms of scores.
But when I  contemplate all that I’ve learned of life,
The wisdom gained that leads to peace and rest,
The  understanding of myself and others too,
I have to say that I am richly blessed.
And even though I wince a little now and then
When looking at old photos that I’ve saved,
I’d say it’s worth some wrinkles and some extra pounds
To have lived and loved as largely as I have.

 

 


 

 

 

 

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St. Patrick’s Day – The True Cause for Celebration

ST.PATRICK2. - EXTRA BRIGHT - creditsSt. Patrick’s Day

St. Patrick’s Day’s approach
We celebrate in March:
‘Tis not about shamrocks,
Green beer or leprechauns.

But ’twas Pat’s love for God and man
That sent him ‘cross that heathen land.
And with great miracles in hand,
He preached God’s Word and took his stand,
Until the devil made retreat.
And Patrick, with such victory sweet,
Did then depart, his Lord to greet,
With tens of thousands souls redeemed.
And Ireland then, sent forth in streams
Men armed with faith in Christ the Lord
And shared Him with more heathen world.


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Unloading the Weight

COFFEE AND MOUNTAINS. - B & W

I need to make my life more simple.
I’m trying to figure a way.
I can’t abdicate money-making.
And I must eat and sleep every day.
Then there’s cleaning house and doing laundry.
And I can’t give up church, I must say.

Well, I could give up reading and learning.
No, that price is just too big to pay.
What about time I spend with my sweetheart?
Give up that? No, no, no; there’s no way.
I can’t think of a thing I can unload,
And this trying is turning me gray.

Hey! I’ve got it: I’ll unload my worry!
Problem solved. How much lighter life weighs!

 


Daily Post Prompt: Simplify

 

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If We Care Enough . . .

GOLIAH - GOSPEL GIFS

I know people — and I’ve read much about others — who are stuck in a terribly hurtful, life-destroying situation, but seem to do nothing about getting out of it or changing it. So many of those people fail to act because they see themselves as victims — people who have no options. They feel they are just not brave enough to pay the price it might cost to effect real change. What they don’t understand is this truth:  A majority of the people in this world who have brought down evil, hurtful, life-destroying situations have not been brave people. They have been people who cared.

Sometimes taking a stand and fighting against what’s hurtful and wrong has nothing to do with courage. It has to do with caring enough to do the right thing.

 


 

 

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Now My Heart Must Sing

 

WILLOW TREE - credits w. mirroredframe


I woke to face another day,
No glad expectancy,
For heavy disappointments were all
Weighing down on me.

The day before had been so filled
With unsupportive words;
With problems piled four levels high
and everywhere closed doors.

The friends I’d counted on were not:
They came and went like rain:
All so enwrapped in their own lives
They couldn’t feel my pain.

It was just like so many days,
All running wearily –
So sad, with disappointments too,
All weighing down on me.

And though I knew I would survive,
That didn’t soothe my heart,
For sorrow deep and troubles too
Brought a longing to depart.

But then to Jesus I did run;
I saw it in a dream:
I stood below a gentle hill,
All carpeted in green.

When I looked up and saw Him there,
He stood beneath a tree,
And waited, smiling patiently;
He’d been expecting me.

I ran but didn’t feel the strain;
He grabbed me in His arms;
He wrapped them hard around me; held me
Strongly, safe and warm.

I’d never felt so light and free;
Engulfed with joy and rest;
No problem lingered to be weighed;
All I could feel was blessed.

And all the disappointments, though
So heavy they had been,
Took flight, and sadness too was gone,
Ev’ry conflict, ev’ry pain.

All threats and fears and torments sore,
All guilt, defeat, and shame –
In love so glowing and so strong,
All were dissolved away.

Then suddenly I saw a truth –
It caught me by surprise –
That Jesus’ joy exceeded mine;
I saw it in His eyes.

I’d known He would accept me, that
He’d made a place for me,
But never had I even guessed
How happy He would be.

He was so thrilled to have me there;
He laughed so loud and strong,
That all things not of joy and life
Just vanished in joy’s song.

And when I woke to this new day,
His laughter still did ring;
His arms still held me close and warm,
And now my heart must sing!


 

 

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Making My Future

SNOW MOUNTAIN ROADS -- 12019 - PX

To look out on a new year bright with promise,
With unmarred paths that hopeful feet may take —
It gives my heart a thrill, and I’m enchanted
By all the choices I’m allowed to make.

And even though I know there will be pitfalls
And hurdles now and then that must be cleared.
I know my heart will hear the Lord’s direction,
And nothing up ahead needs to be feared.

For in my own decisions rests my future.
It isn’t luck or happenstance or fate.
And this new year before me bright with promise —
I’ll boldly grasp it, and I’ll make it great.

 


photo courtesy of 12019 @ pixabay.com

 

 

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Leap of Faith

NEW YEAR JUMPING - Mohammed_Hassan - PX

Will she make it? Tell me please.
Will she manage such a leap?
Will her footing be secure?
Can she reach such heights for sure?

Yes! She’ll make it. Never fear.
She is focused strong and clear.
This year’s vision’s burning bright;
She will reach amazing heights!

 

 


photo courtesy of Mohammed_Hassan @ pixabay.com

 

 

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