Welcome to our Poetry Party!
I select an image and suggest a theme/title and invite you to respond with your own poem.
Feel free to take your poem in any direction and then post the image and invitation on your blog (if you have one), Facebook, or Twitter, and encourage others to come join the party! (If you repost the photo, please make sure to include the credit link and link back to this post inviting others to join us).
We began this month with a Community Lectio Divina practice with a passage from the Song of Songs on the arrival of spring.
We followed up with our Photo Party. We continue this theme in our Poetry Party this month. What does the image above evoke for you? Express this through poetry.
You can post your poem either in the comment section below* or you can join our Holy Disorder of Dancing Monks Facebook group and post there.
7 Responses
The flowers appear
delivered by hand
sitting now in the vase and
i await the day they will wilt and get tossed out
did the flowers appear?
Have you heard the sound of
the Universe?
The hummm, hummmm, hummmm
Sound that rises and falls surrounding you
going deep within.
Finding the rhythms of your heart.
And in the pause
Silence.
The miracle of life unfolds
Love is born and
Flowers bloom.
Paused in time,
reaching towards the light.
This flower knows
which way to turn.
Blessed are those who dance in the light,
they will know joy.
A Snowy Day in April Valerie E. Hess ©2016
A wretched day!
Rain becomes snow a mile in the sky,
Deep slush, sweaters don’t match the tulips
Struggling to stand up under the weight.
A wintery spring outside.
My heart is cold and slushy,
Out of season and sorts.
Things have ended and not yet begun anew.
Desires don’t match realities.
A wintery spring inside.
Faith believes in the sun
In warm air and sun and flowers.
Though the external realities of the day don’t
match the calendar—
Ordinal or biological—
Spring is here.
One more, and thank you for the indulgence! <3
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Golden Grateful and Glad by Charissa Grace White
Flowers sprout
with fierce purpose.
Pushing, unnoticed, til thru
dark and unconscious earth
they poke, appear, and sing.
Blossoms of hope,
of song, of trailing beauty
and fragrant comfort.
My heart soars,
rises like the wave rises
and longs for Her
as the wave’s curl
longs to break
onto the shore
and be wasted there
in adoration…
and I too
will break on her
and rush over this earth
as a tide of fragrant blossoms.
This girl,
your garden of Grace,
this Grace
Golden
Grateful and
Glad.
To You Some Where by Charissa Grace White
above the lavender i float
on scents of honey and promises of wine
i drift on hints to come and possibility
and lean in against the hard insistent
currents dragging against my wings
pulling me always to the sea
while i strain to the mountains
and the flowers there
i fly to you somewhere
i fly to you
Walk On Daffodils by Charissa Grace White
I can walk on daffodils
barefoot, light and free from ill
See, I have feet, light, beautiful
feet that walk on top of things
and yet so sturdy under me,
feet that will not crush flowers
yet will trod on serpent’s head
impervious to fang and tooth
impervious to words and hate
feet stained carmine with grape blood
but never wrath, never that
cus I just walk on daffodils
and tread the yellow golden road