sixth sense

Every day in October, I’m sharing poetry-writing inspiration, exercises, and prompts on jordanelisheva.com for the #31poems challenge. This is the poem I wrote in response to today’s prompt:

listen!
secretive, mysterious
approaching, murmuring, speaking
only wind in leaves?
no…

look!
usual, mundane
strolling, wandering, exercising
just a normal walk?
hesitate…

feel!
moist, breezy
misting, breathing, caressing
something here I missed?
yes…

smell!
wet, fresh
rejuvenating, growing, living
may I have it?
perhaps…

taste!
pleasant, enticing
taking, consuming, digesting
absorbing the given missive!
ponder…

“…you have tasted the kindness of the Lord.” 1 Peter 2:3

For a behind-the-scenes look at the making of this poem, visit today’s #31poems post.

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the full empty bottle

Every day in October, I’m sharing poetry-writing inspiration, exercises, and prompts on jordanelisheva.com for the #31poems challenge. This is the poem I wrote in response to today’s prompt:

Once, the bottle held mead,
sweet drink of celebration,
but now it sits empty, forgotten.
Forgotten by most who tasted its offering,
but not by me.

I kept it,
set it next to the cobalt bottle
that’s the same height,
but not the same shape.
The mead bottle is more elegant,
appearing more elegant still next to the cobalt bottle.

I don’t think it’s really empty.
I pick it up;
it’s heavy with memories of the day.

For a behind-the-scenes look at the making of this poem, visit today’s #31poems post.

on rest

Every day in October, I’m sharing poetry-writing inspiration, exercises, and prompts on jordanelisheva.com for the #31poems challenge. This is the poem I wrote in response to today’s prompt:

 

I need a break,
some time to be
without the push of social life
and pull of responsibility.

I need a break,
some space to breathe
between the suffocating moments
of work and play.

I can’t find time —
it’s all taken up by something or someone.
Space doesn’t appear —
for nature abhors a vacuum and fills it.

So I’ll make
the time
to be
here and now.

And I’ll take
the space
to breathe
in and out.

For a behind-the-scenes look at the making of this poem, visit today’s #31poems post.

what I’ve been up to

yes…this blog seems to be dying a slow death

but there is a cycle to life

death comes…but so does new birth

I’ve taken what I’ve learned from this blog and poured it into something new!

something better

the new blog is still in its infancy

but it is already showing much promise!

you’re invited to visit the new baby

if any of these titles intrigue you, please click over…

Case Study: Moonlight Dress

How to Become an Artisan

The Divine Miracle of Creation

Bravely Face the Silence

Become a Master of the Thread

our Father is a Good Father!

He delights in giving good gifts to His children!
If I ask Him for bread
why would I think He might give me a stone?
If I ask for a fish
why am I afraid He might hand me a snake?

I’ve had enough of small faith!
I’ve seen enough of His goodness
to know that I can expect to see more!
I’ve been held by Him in the dark
so I will trust He will carry me into the light!

Thank you, Abba!