when planning for a lovely stroll,
with dog in tow,
to play some fetch
at river’s edge
take care to notice red dawn skies
-word to the wise-
you might regret
the plans you’ve set
if you ignore the coming storms
when you’ve been warned
you’ll feel the pain…
relentless rain.
kat ~ 27 July 2016
A Minute Poem for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge based on the painting by Franz Marc entitled “In the Rain”, including the following word prompts: Rain, Red, Relentless, River, Regrets.
Painting by Heinrich Vogeler Sehnsucht (Traumerei) c1900
Dreary morning veiled in white
from darkest night
at break of day
she comes to pray
for hope, for healing grace, for peace
for hate to cease
for love’s pure balm
to bring us calm
from endless nights of terror’s rage
to turn this page
of history
to set us free.
What are you thinking Lady Blue
as you peruse
horizon’s wake
this bleak daybreak?
is your fair lover ‘cross the sea
oh could it be
that your heart yearns
for their return?
or is it wanderlust’s appeal
seeking to steal
your soul away
this break of day?
kat ~ 8 July 2016
A couple of Minute Poems for Jane Daugherty’s writing prompt, “Daybreak” and the painting you see above.
The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff.
I have a busy day tomorrow so I’m posting poetry month, day 20 a day early. The Minute Poem is a rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff.
While on my way to work this morning a strange storefront caught my eye, in particular the statue in the window. I knew I needed to stop by on my way home to explore it a bit more.
It is a strange, verging on creepy, little place. A small sign on a side window says it’s a Catholic museum. The statues and relics contained within share the space with lawn chairs, debris and dust.
I couldn’t help feeling a bit nostalgic, remembering the unfailing devotion of my grandmother who attended Novena Masses every morning and taught me to believe in the mystical and miraculous.
Odd as it all was, I felt blessed by those memories of my childhood and embraced in grace.
Even there behind a pane of glass, surrounded by piles of junk and buried under layers of dust…even there, miracles are possible.
Here then is my Minute Poem…
NOTE: I had mistaken the identity of this lovely “lady”. She is, in fact Saint Therese of Lisieux. So…to be accurate, I have tweaked the poem. It doesn’t change the meter or the mystical quality. A rose by another name is still sweet. ❤
Storefront Saint
Hail fair Lady full of woe
no votive’s glow
to warm your feet
here on Fifth Street.As weary travelers pass by
none catch your eye
lacking vision
for apparitions.Strange Storefront Saint Therese, you wait
bestowing grace
upon the few
who notice you.~kat – 20 April 2016
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