Through time, dreams fade and
Are broken; hope dares you to
Start over again.
I have attempted a new haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “broken” and “over”. If you like word challenges and haiku’s, then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link and have fun: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/
When dreams are shattered
And broken, keep in firm faith
And dare to hope again.
I have attempted yet another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “dream” and “dare”. I am enjoying the challenge of putting different and even opposite words in such a short poem. If you like word challenges and haiku’s then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/
Going through a bit of writer’s block, I decided to try using one of the prompt words from WordPress Daily Post at https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/
I was intrigued by the prompt word, “elusive” and so was inspired to write about that in a new poem:
I sometimes dream of a place
So peaceful and serene;
A vision which only
My mind’s internal eye can see.
Clear and ever vivid blue
Is the vaulted, stretching sky
As the glowing sun beams
From its destined home on high.
With the ground adorned
In a carpet of lush green grass
Unmarred by any intruding footprints
And the absence of a meandering path.
Statues of towering trees
Swished and swayed beneath
The foliage of rustling leaves.
No other near or distant sound
Met my ever straining ears.
No other hints of movement
Or voices were detected or heard.
The vibrant image lasted perhaps
A few seconds at the most;
Like the fleeting appearance
Of a shimmering ghost.
Just a simple, tranquil place
Where I can quietly be
If only for a moment in the night
In a reoccurring dream.
You whine and pine until you’re blue
Because your hopes and dreams don’t come true.
But, my child, must have faith to see;
Must trust and believe
That I have a different dream for you.
A dream to lift you from your downhill slope;
Although not all is in your scope
To fully understand
My true and wiser plan.
Yet it exists so you may have peace and new hope.
Jeremiah 29:11 (Holy Bible New International Version):
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future.”
Last night I had a dream
Of a quiet wintry scene.
The vision lasted only seconds
And, at first, I didn’t comprehend
As the place looked unfamiliar to me.
But soon more details I could clearly see;
A small shed near the towering old barn
And banks of snow piled up in the yard.
A pristine white drive leading to the road
And to the old mailbox upon a metal pole.
The sky glistened a brilliant blue
Beneath the sun’s glowing hue
As understanding dawned and I did know;
I was standing in the place of my old childhood home
Where my siblings and I spent many wintry days
Sledding down the gently sloping driveway.
The scene too quickly faded and yet remains in me;
A yearning glimpse of a distant memory.
Today, I learned about a new type of poem called a Freku. This style of poetry includes a free verse poem which is then summarized at the end with a haiku. This is my first try at such a poem. Hope you enjoy reading it.
Darkness descends once again
Signaling the beginning
Of a long wintry night
Where the sun has dipped below
The distant and shrouded horizon
Slipping silently out of sight.
Oh that frigid winter is still coming
As its annual arrival is a calculated certainty
When the temps keep steadily falling
To zero degrees and below; so I think, “Woe is me.”
For blessed warmth I then dive
Beneath my layered bedding
Trying to stay warm and alive
When I begin to feel the drafting
Breeze seeping its way in.
So underneath my cavern of blankets
I then rest, think, and pray
As I quietly wonder and
Silently contemplate.
The darkness surrounds me
Like a thick shroud;
It wraps and securely
Hold me in its gripping mouth.
No flicker of light
Can I perceive
In this deep darkness
Which keeps hold of me.
I strain to vainly hear
With my dull ear, a slight
Sound; a hint of a whisper.
But no such tone reaches me;
I resolve to remain content in quiet peace
Knowing full well that the darkness will fade
Revealing a new and sun bright day.
For now though, I will settle in
Closing my eyes in a gentle sleep;
Safely tucked in for the night and
Hoping to have a sweet and pleasant dream.
As the deep darkness
Descends, I rest and hope to
Have a pleasant dream.
Yep, I am still in that poetry class and we are on week 2 now. In this assignment I was to write a ballad (a story that can be set to music) about a hero or a heroine. The hero could be a real life figure or a fictional character. I decided on a fictional character being influenced by Cinderella. Additionally, the ballad needed to have a repeated phrase I the beginning or the ending. I had a lot of fun writing this rather fairy tale ballad and I hope you enjoy it.
The Ballad of Cindy Cinders Cinderina
Cindy Cinders was a young, freckled heroine
Who tried to be as dainty and pristine
As a floating, dancing ballerina.
Famed with the surname of Cinderina,
She eagerly enrolled and took a hopeful chance
To learn how to swing, tap, and slow dance.
She tried to waltz, ballet, and a bit of do-si-do
But too often stepped upon her partner’s toes.
Oh dear Cindy Cinders Cinderina;
Yes, dear Cindy Cinders Cinderina.
She then tried to walk so poised, serene and
As proper as a princess or a queen.
But her formal frock was much too long
And she tripped breaking her high-heeled thongs.
Not one to give up her lofty dream too soon so instead
She quietly held up high her swelled and freckled head.
Cindy Cinders dated a young, dashing and heroic prince
Who of her fine, dainty, gracefulness just wasn’t convinced.
Oh dear Cindy Cinders Cinderina;
Yes dear Cindy Cinders Cinderina.
Finally with sadness Cindy Cinders came to understand
That she could never be truly graceful or so grand
It was time she knew to alter her dream
To something she could triumphantly achieve
Deflated, tearful, and stuck in a saddened slump
Cindy Cinders sat and thought upon her favorite stump
“What good and fine thing can I possibly do
And still to myself remain ever faithfully true?”
Oh dear Cindy Cinders Cinderina;
Yes dear Cindy Cinders Cinderina.
Cindy Cinders walked and gazed in quiet serenity
Deep inside the lush forest and along the tranquil sea
She strolled across the meadows and the vast prairieland
Staring at the snowcapped mountains, majestic and grand
Then that night when the glittering stars shone so bright
Cindy Cinders arose in her bed and felt compelled to write
She couldn’t wait till morning light but had to start
Recording all the secret words buried inside her heart
Oh dear Cindy Cinders Cinderina;
Yes dear Cindy Cinders Cinderina.
Then a full week and several rainy days later
The visiting king happened to read her scribbled papers.
He was amazed and astonished to read and see
Cindy Cinders convey such loveliness and beauty
“Oh Cindy Cinders” replied the elated king,
“Your verses are delightful and so charming
Would you consider reciting your enchanting poems
For all the households of my kingdom?”
Oh dear Cindy Cinders Cinderina;
Yes dear Cindy Cinders Cinderina.
Cindy Cinders was startled and pleasantly surprised
As new tears welled and stung her pale blue eyes,
“Yes, Your Highness, I will gladly recite for the kingdom
And perhaps my verses will encourage everyone.”
So Cindy Cinders discovered inside herself a new dream
That she could truthfully and triumphantly achieve
She was crowned the Royal Princess Poet for the kingdom
Where all were enchanted by her wonderfully rhyming poems
Oh dear Cindy Cinders Cinderina;
Yes dear Cindy Cinders Cinderina.
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Setting a Life to Words
Finding God's Grace in a Lemon-filled World
Prose | Poetry | Fiction | Editing
Writing - Loving What I Do and Doing What I Love!
Warning: A feminist writes here. Content may contain angry, vulgar, and sometimes funny language.
Join Us for #TankaTuesday 短歌 火曜
I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. Gal. 2:20
thoughts from my mind to yours
A little bit of this and that
THE WOMAN WITH WHEELS
Thoughts from the Heartland
the joy of creativity
The details of my Journey.
Inspiration through my thoughts, experiences and travels
All information not in hand belongs on a bookshelf
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
I write because I read. I read because I write.
Christian poetry and prose, quotes, and thoughts - if they glorify God they were worth writing; if they mean something to one other person, they were worth sharing. Comments always welcome!
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