Green forest hiding
In the city; emerald gem
The Journey and Mystery in Writing Poetry
Somewhere along the line while I was still a kid running around on the farm and dashing through the woods, I became this quiet person who liked to sit and just quietly be. And as I reclined I sometimes felt inclined to read or write a bit of poetry. I can’t remember when it exactly started; I remember in school we sometimes had these creative writing courses. Just like reading, writing is an escape into another place of fantasy; whether I write action filled stories or rhyming verses in poetry. Writing is an outlet and creative fun where I can express myself to anyone; a friend, a family member, and strangers too who happened to see what I wrote as on my blog they like to scroll through. I know that what I write about isn’t to everyone’s taste and liking for we all are different in our preferences and our individual life journeys. But writing stories and poetry is wonderful fun with some mystery. For each time I start a new piece, I don’t always know what the ending will be. It is an unseen adventure through the mind where ideas develop influenced by my perceptions and interesting discoveries I might find. My writings are also influenced by my internal and spiritual growth through faith as I draw nearer and nearer to Jesus with each passing day. Other times I am affected by the things in the world I see. I try to focus and learn from others who encourage and inspire me. In any case, as I write along constructing new verses in my head to the tune of an unknown song, I feel like I am on a journey where the end of the path I cannot see. So I keep writing these things in my heart and, at least, I know where my trail of thought had its’ start. So I just keep on scribbling and typing until I find the end where I discover the fitting conclusion to my thoughts; a meaningful ending that I and I hope others appreciate and comprehend.
A Rainy Day Point of View
I awoke one morning to a very gloomy day.
The day before was a nightmare as new troubles came my way.
Filled with new fears and a heaping dose of worry
I absentmindedly gazed at the blurry scenery.
The sky had clouded over in a dark and grayish hue
Which did not help to improve my downcast point of view.
Like the wind blowing and the rain raining on and on
It seemed my new troubles were like hurdles with no end.
I’d just limp over one obstacle while lacking energy and fine grace
Only to meet two more barriers mushrooming in its place.
Somehow I latched onto my faith and kept holding on
As I struggled and stumbled all that day long.
People were kind and very helpful too
Guiding me through the steps I needed to go through.
Even when I don’t realize it, God is always so good that way;
I just lacked the faith I needed to see him that day.
So, I needed to choose to patiently endure this quiet, dreary morning
Which continued in gloom through the day and into the evening.
I needed to choose to trust God when I pray
That step by step he will gladly show me the way.
And sure enough when my spirits most needed a lift,
The Lord delivered a new and beautiful day as his gift.
I took note of this brand new day not letting it go to waste.
I hurried outside to enjoy a long walk beneath the sun’s warm and smiling face.
I walked along a new trail where I’ve never been
And heard the sweetest birdsongs in the whispering wind.
I journeyed along savoring every moment
And smelled the lilac bushes which lined the pavement.
The sky is a vivid blue and the grass an emerald green,
OH how the Lord was reaching to comfort me.
Soon I had come home again, my day’s journey now complete
As I had found new resting peace for my soul, my mind, and wandering feet.
But I know my life journey is continuing on as I awake each new day
For always there is a new road to travel along life’s way.
There will be days of sun and there will be rainy days of worry and gloom
But that worry does not need to be my set, my permanent, point of view.
Like a flooding sunrise, the Lord supplies each day with new hope in my heart
That somehow all will be okay as God promises to never leave me, to never depart.
....................Life, Lemons, and Living on a Boat.................... Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone. ~ Colossians 4:6
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Colleen M. Chesebro ~ Novelist, Prose Metrist, & Word Witch
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