poetry

I saw this word wait and I was immediately transported back in time when I hollered wait, and waiting happened. The joy that transpired.  It’s an old memory, but a good one. 🙂

WAIT!

The command slipped out of my mouth.
To my joy he stopped.
Heart-pounding joy,
My son stopped.

This crazy tow-headed lad
Shrieking with delight
Running away from his mom.

I saw the road
The car moving along
And my heart about stopped in my chest.

And I hollered
WAIT!
And my lad stopped and turned.

My heart continued to beat
I laughed and told my lad
“You run so fast”

And “Good boy for listening”
“Good boy for hearing mommy yell wait”.
And all was good.

I wanted to holler at him for running
For making my heart about stop.
But he listened.

And a momma has to praise
a lad for obedience.
She has to see the good.

Because you know
God sees the good too.
And this I need my lad to see.

To understand the grace God gives me
A momma can hand over to her lad.
Showing him grace, within his obedience.

Another write 31 days challenge, and again a poem.  Poems are the joy of my heart!  🙂  Join us over at Kate’s won’t you?

Sometimes you think “different” that will be easy to write on.  My original plan was to include this word in different ways to study history.  But I changed that to Fantastic Ways to Study History.  So then I though oh, I have two many tabs open in my browser so I can do “Closing out Different tabs”, but well, when I sat down tonight this poem started running through my head and so here it is.  🙂  Some days run different than planned

Today went different than I thought.
Rushing out the door.
“I’m late! I’m late!” T’was my only thought.
Calling a friend to let her know,
She said “We’re not meeting today,
Don’t you know?”

10 minutes from home
Relief flooded my bones.
“I’m not late.
and I’m tired.
I get to go home!!!”

Home a tired hubby does arise
“You’re home?” he commented with surprise.
Hugs and time to spend together
Then a boy home from school,
All the better.

Chatter I love it
Twixt a boy and a man
Talking about the things
In the land
Politics, war, men of faith too
Mothers’ heart listens
Pops in a word or two.

Later that day
Work all do.
Dad at the mill,
Lad at his schooling.
Mom blogs, and there’s gardening too!

At the end of the day
Tired muscles sit,
This went much different
Than I did anticipate.
So the lad prayed
O’er our evening meal.
Helping mom out err the food grow cold.

This post is part of the Write 31 Days Challenge.   Some days run different don’t they?   Have you had days like this lately?

I have to say, this isn’t some of my best work.  At least in my sleep-deprived, mind all over the place frame of being, that’s what I think!  So anyways, we are in the throes of a south-western Ontario fall.  Fall means different things to folks, perhaps you can pick out some of what fall means to me. 🙂

This post is part of the write 31 days challenge.

Go: The Senses of Fall

Can you?
Sense it…
That feeling in the air.

Would it be snow?
Frost tonight maybe
or perhaps just a good solid blow?

Stop and just listen
Feel the breeze
Or lack thereof.

Listen, are the geese calling?
Encouraging the flock in forward motion
The squirrels chattering, protecting stores.

Breath in deep
Does the cold go down to your belly?
Breath, tasting, knowing.

The taste of fall
Coming through with each breathe.
The last tomatoes, ripe pumpkins, Corn.

Watch full well.
Those leaves scattering across the ground.
The clouds, are there even clouds?

No clouds means that deep cold
will bring frost.
Clouds, more likely snow.

Fuzzy caterpillars
Moving quickly, find a place
to call their own.

Can you smell it?
The damp earth, gathering water
Preparing the ground
for slithering snakes to find refuge.

Sweet smelling leaves from
Sugar maples gathering into compost.
Musky-sweet in the Indian summer sun.

Let your senses run
Bringing memories
Settling deep within your mind.

All the Senses of Fall
Smells, sounds, tastes and sights.
And mind the softness of a caterpillar
crawling out of sight.

Stop

My mind was going in several directions as I considered this word open. I’m thinking on this word as part of the Write 31 days challenge. As I pondered I started wondering what would happen if a person was given a gift and how to Open It wasn’t immediately apparent. And if what your attitude was as worked to open it mattered.

Open it
Go on, just crack it open
Just a bit.

Can you see just a glimpse it?
Any ideas of what’s inside?

I know
it might not seem like much
But really, it’s in there.

The more you look for it
The more you will see.

Give it some time though
Because as you crack it open
If you don’t expect much
Sometimes you don’t get much.

And yet other times
The more that you trust it is there
Greater is the reward.

It’s a funny thing
Getting a gift and receiving it
Opening it

The gift could be material
It could be experiential,
Or possibly one that
Causes the mind to expand
To glimpses of something more.

So be careful
Be prepared
Open it.

It is the 14th day of the Write 31 days challenge.  Today’s word challenge is Voice.  I thought I’d write about finding your voice as a writer.  

Go: Finding your Voice.

By being myself,
As scary as that is.
Revealing my heart,
To others online.
I found this elusive thing.
My writer’s voice.

It rings out some days
Clarion clear
Calling out for the world to hear.
Me, a writer,
A lover of verse.
Lover of family, thought, and choice

Homeschooling shouts out
But not only that.
Think of where you’ve been
And where you are at.
Look to the future see it there.
God calls to heart.
Meet me here.

Share these words
Let others see.
And before you know it
A audience you will see.
Write for them, but also yourself
Lose not yourself in them.
But let them see you
Let them hear your voice

And you will change
Your corner of the world.

Keep on writing,
It’s simple, it’s true
The only way from me to you.
Read yourself.
Read all others.
Grow and change,
Metamorphosize yourself and others.

Let the words spill
One by one
Over the page,
Into the heart.
Know your audience
And know yourself
Decisions in writing
Give them your heart.

And you will change
Your corner of the world.

Stop