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.

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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.

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!

little known fact about me…

I’ve been blogging for over a decade.
That may not seem like much until
you realize that means I started blogging as a preteen.

That blog is still on the internet somewhere…
{no, I’m not going to link to it here}

After that blog
came another
and another
and another.
Then there was this blog.

I’m not referring to individual blog posts
I’m saying I’ve had four completely different blog webpages
before this one.

Having started them throughout
my preteen and teen years,
I quickly outgrew them.

I’ve almost outgrown this one.
So, predictably,
I started a new one.
New content every Monday.

Maybe I’ll write for both
for awhile,
but I don’t know how long that will last.

I may let jordannewhouse.wordpress.com
become dormant.

So if you want to keep hearing from me,
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it’s time to cut you off

that’s it.
I’m not putting up with you any longer.
you’ve got to go.

I’m not going to mess with any
“it’s not you it’s me”
lies.

it’s not me it’s you.
it’s time to say goodbye.
I’m done pretending I love you.

it’s time to cut you off,
as hard as it may be
to separate myself from you.

my identity was wrapped up in you.
who will I be without you?
I’ve been afraid to know myself apart from you.

but today…
today I bid you
farewell.

I feel lighter.
I didn’t realize how much you were weighing me down.
it feels good to be free.

I’ll miss you.
life’s going to be different without you.
but honestly? it’ll be different in a good way.

note: Things may not be as they appear. Did you think you were reading about a boyfriend/girlfriend break-up? Well, this is actually a Dear John letter to my long hair. Go ahead, reread it. 😉

 

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