Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

August 26, 2015

Wednesday Wisdom No. 20

seashells
SEASHELL

My father's mother
Picked up the shell
And turned it about
In her hand that was
Crinkled, glossy and
Twined with veins,
The fingers rumpled
Into soft roses
At the knuckles, and
She said, "Why did
That little creature
Take so much trouble
To be beautiful?"

~ Valerie Worth, All the Small Poems and Fourteen More

March 2, 2015

Wednesday Wisdom No. 9...On Monday?

expanse
Hello, friends!  As I've got a very busy week ahead of me, and don't need the distraction of blogging, I'm going to go ahead and post my usual Wednesday spiel today.  It's a poem actually.  Discovered at the tail end of a course I've been taking and am finishing up this very week.  There isn't much commentary I can make on such eloquently expressed truth, except to say that I earnestly hope that this beautiful mission statement will be true of me and of you... 

ENTREPRENEURS OF LIFE*
[A little long, but absolutely worth a read through...]
As Entrepreneurs of Life, we respond to the call of our great Creator
By seeing all life as an enterprise transformed by his call to “Follow Me.”
We therefore count the cost, consider the risks,
And set out on each day as a venture to multiply our gifts and opportunities
In order to bring glory to God and add value to this world.
In so living, we find the fullest meaning of our lives in answering the call,
We seek our identity solely in our naming by the Caller,
We pursue excellence defined as “My utmost for His highest,”
We count our deepest companionship among our fellow-followers of the Way,
We look for final approval only from one audience – the Audience of One,
We break down every false barrier between the sacred and the secular, weaving all life into a seamless web of faith and love in action,
And we work for no other accomplishment or legacy than the Caller’s own “Well done,”
The menial and humdrum we elevate because of the One for whom it’s ultimately done,
The dangerous and sacrificial we bear as the privilege of high calling,
The siren sounds of ease, success and popularity we shun for a trust-worthier voice,
And the temptations of conceit coming from being so chosen we answer with a gratitude humbled by grace because we have been chosen at all.
Thus we are fully engaged in the world on realistic terms, but empowered by vision and energies from a world that is unseen but even more real and realistic.
In all things, and in all the vicissitudes and seasons of life,
We know that, primarily, we are called not to somewhere or something but to Someone,
That there is no true calling without the Caller,          
That calling is not only being who we are but becoming what we are to be,
That no self-made goal can ever rival the Ultimate Why of the mystery of the Creator’s purpose for each of us as His creatures,
That we will never rise higher than when we follow the call not knowing where the path may lead – so long as the Caller is God,
And that while we may lose our jobs and our health, or retire from a career, we will never retire from our calling – until that Final Call, which is death, leads each of us to the climax and consummation of all calling.
For on that day, for the first time, we will not need to listen to only a word; we will see the Caller face to face and find ourselves in our Father’s home forever.
In the meantime that is our journey until our life’s last day, the passion of our lives is to go further, higher, deeper, always closer to the One who called us once and calls us still – to Himself, and to all the joys that knowing Him can mean. 
~ Os Guinness, Entrepreneurs of Life

February 25, 2015

Wednesday Wisdom No. 8

dictionnaire francaise
BOOK

Such a
Bountiful
Box of
Tricks:
Packed
With the
Five senses,
The seven
Seas, the
Earth's
Four winds
And corners,
All fitted
Exactly in.

~ Valerie Worth, All the Small Poems and Fourteen More 

February 18, 2015

Wednesday Wisdom No. 7

winter fence
HERE COMES

Here comes summer,
Here comes summer,
Chirping robins, budding rose.
Here comes summer,
Here comes summer,
Gentle showers, summer clothes,
Here comes summer,
Here comes summer -
Whoosh - shiver - there is goes.

Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic

May 1, 2012

Some More Poetry - "Moon"

For this post, I have written a Tanka, which, in Japanese means "short poem."  In the book, Rip the Page!, the author presents a format for writing a Tanka:

Line 1: Name an object from nature (moon, mountain, sun, river, tree, cloud...).
Line 2: Choose 3 words that describe your object.
Line 3: What does you object do? or how does your object move?
Line 4: Where is your object in time and space?  Be as specific as you can.
Line 5: What do you have that your object doesn't have: no  ______, no  ______, no  ______.

Moon

moon
shimmering, glowing, ethereal
casts its misty rays of silver upon the sleepy lands and restless seas
a pearly white marble suspended in a world of darkness
no heart, no mind, no time even to soak up the sunshine

A tanka by a little sparc

April 30, 2012

Another Little Poem


Pine cones

Coppery pine cones
Crackle so delightfully
Under worn old shoes.

A haiku by a little sparc 

P.S. Have still been very busy, so didn't have much time for poems this week... so, even though National Poetry Month ends today, I'll post a few more poems in  May!

April 21, 2012

Away





Well, as I'm sure you know, it's been quite a while since I've posted.  These past several months have been packed.  This month I had planned to post a poem and a photo each day, because... April is National Poetry Month!  Obviously these plans were a bit too ambitious, but will try to post a few poems before the end of this month.  This poem is by Valerie Worth, from the book, All the Small Poems and Fourteen More...

Dandelion

Out of
Green space,
A sun:
Bright for
A day, burning
Away to
A husk, a 
Cratered moon:


Burst
In a week
To dust:
Seeding
The infinite
Lawn with 
Its starry
Smithereens. 

October 17, 2011

Bird Watching









swooping swiftly
from the pale
and cloudless sky
a jay alights
upon the ground.
robed in a lustrous coat
of royal blue
glowing aqua
and frosty white
accented with
bold black details.
its slender gray talons
grasp the splintery surface.
its gracefully-shaped beak
and regal tufted crown
add to the splendor
of this elegant-looking bird.
but exquisite beauty
can be...deceiving.
its pleasing looks veil its
heart of greed.
in contemplation
its small dark eyes
do seem rather shady
and everyone knows
beady eyes belong only
to crooks.
a short poem by a little sparc

Note: My"Words from A-Z" project is temporarily "on hold." Been quite busy lately, and haven't had much time for Dictionary skimming. Will try to resume soon.

March 21, 2011

Spring


Tiny golden wands emerge from,
Fragile snow white petals,
Gently affixed to slender, sturdy branches,
Extending from the bountiful flowering bushes,
Of spring.
(A short poem by alittlesparc)