The House She Lives In.
His love waned like the moon.
Actions don’t align with your words.
Words spoken can become your house.
Your house is key to happiness.
His love made her feel ugly.
Ugly becomes all she sees until..
Until the soul becomes depressed, weary.
Depressed from withholding love, suppressing love.
No touch. No kiss. Nothing. Loneliness.
Nothing but verbal sparring. False faces.
False words. I’m wrong. You’re wrong.
You don’t come to bed, anymore.
© 2017 LC
I experimented a little with this one. Tried to keep it to six words a sentence and recycled some of the words to the next sentence though not with the first and last sentence.
Is He Calling You?
© LC 2017
The Lake of Fire is
overwhelmed with tormented
souls. Reclaim yours-
Salvation is near.
Ask and receive what is promised.
God loves his creation–
You he adores.
He has plans for you.
What were you meant to do
for his glory?
What is your calling?
Always– he is with you.
Wherever the wind blows you.
He wants to be your Protector.
To see you home safely with him.
Heaven. Our eternal home.
Reunited at once.
With those we lost.
Okay, some if it isn’t bad. Some if it is..
© LC 2017
The pain in my head-
It feels like a stabbing knife.
Go away headache!
I am a combination! I am not entirely a match for the writer. I am a perfectionist, but not with writing. With my writing, I am messy. It is hard for me to finish projects. My head isn’t totally messy. I don’t have cobwebs up there. I do have material up there. Yes, I am passionate– about everything— however, I am not a know-it-all. I do know my limits even though I test them… Daily. I learn.
The poet seems a better fit. Not quiet, but not loud. I am observant and detail-oriented– that goes with being a perfectionist. The productivity and struggling with words is right-on!
Which one are you?
A poet’s work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep. – Salman Rushdie
Reading some quotes today. This one stood out. Like, “hey you… you should be writing today even though it’s Saturday and you want to relax.”
I’m easy to convince. I love reading poetry quotes and Saturday is a great day to catch up on my writing! So my interpretation of the quote is…
As poets, we think about these feelings we have. Feelings we can’t name. Pent up emotions we don’t show and express. We put those into words. We name them. We quietly observe our surroundings. Not to pry or be intrusive. Because we are genuinely interested in the world and our surroundings. It is our passion. We create our own version of the events around us using our own perception.
The words we use — they are powerful— and we help people understand the events happening in a whole new way. Or help them understand feelings they have– or have not– experienced in a whole new way. Our words awaken.