Strengthened by Sorrow #poetry #art

sulk

sadness reign

she clung to covers

tear soaked rain

daily same

dark clouds pushed all hope away

sun always went down

*

long for love

little girls have fears

never clear

thunder claps

no where to hide from sorrow

storm so near

*

unbroken

words never spoken

standing tall

don’t look back

bright is tomorrow’s token

hope is queen

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United – “Resilience”

 

 

Photo: “The Sulker” Jacques Villon 1900

Painting from Paul Mellon collection – National Gallery

 

Jacques Villon  aka Gaston Émile Duchamp (born July 31, 1875 died June 9, 1963) was a French painter and printmaker who was involved in the Cubist movement; later he worked in realistic and abstract styles.

Villon was the brother of artists Suzanne Duchamp, Raymond Duchamp-Villon, and Marcel Duchamp. In 1894 he went to Paris to study law, but, once there, he became more interested in art, and he spent the next 12 years contributing illustrations and cartoons to newspapers. In 1903 Villon was one of the founders of the Salon d’Automne, an exhibiting association that was created as an alternative to the traditional Salon. He began to study painting in 1904.

 

The Shadorma is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines
(sestet)  with no set rhyme scheme.
 It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5.
It can have many stanzas, as long as each follows the meter.
Little is known about this poetic style’s origins and history
but it is used by many modern poets today.

 

Listen in Sorrow #birds #poetry #loss

pencil bird

happy you tend to the garden

waking me daily with song

bringing cheer never sorrow

I find myself singing along

*

more work is there in the morrow

gather and fashion a nest

complaints never are filed

rarely do you stop for a rest

*

little one out in the wet storm

no jacket to fend off the rain

grateful for your reminder

sun always follows the pain

*

I take my pen sadly to paper

to write about someone I love

gone toward braodened horizons

taken gently to heaven above

*

spring raindrops

birds joyful refrain

tears fall freely

rain-on-bird4

Today at Poet’s United the prompt is Birds.

This haibun is lovingly written for my father-in-law Robert who left us today.

Where is Tomorrow??? #devotion #poetry #photography

love me calla

What shelf is broad enough

to place my burdens and my pains?

what jug deep, wide and stout

my tears won’t wash away?

Where can I lay my head

a little rest to gain?

your hand I reach for in the night

and beg you please to stay

*

I wander in the shadows now

not sure what tomorrow brings

but this my cry into the night

I will not fail to sing

my voice no longer is in tune

(tho) you hear with no hindering

I smile because I know you care

you bear me on broad wings

This poem is written to encourage any of you who feel too weak to raise your head off the pillow of sorrow, loneliness or pain.

Rest in the LORD and wait patiently for Him…

 Psalm 37:7

On God my salvation and my glory rest; The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God.

Psalm 62:7

Be still black back

 

 Today – I’d like to share this with Poet’s Pantry and GodVerse.

Impotence in Loss #poetry #photography

fountain

I can’t catch the tears

cascading down your face

nor stem emotion’s tide

rushing as if in a race

*

I can’t cradle you

as in quiet you groan

nor ease the suffering

that comes when you’re alone

*

I can’t be where I’d like to be

holding back the sorrow

the life that will no longer be

knowing he wont be there tomorrow

*

But know if I could

I’d place my finger in the crack

that will never seal

 part of you never quite on track

*

I will say a prayer

love you and yours more

spill my own tears

cast rose petals on the shore

fountain of tears

Have you suffered loss?

then you know there is that place

that is always a bit raw

a tear that escapes

a heart that skips a beat

My dearest friend lost her father today.

This man was a father to many more than his four

I was one of the dozen kids he offered a home to.

He no average man a heart big and warm

Safe journey to distant shores

father and

friend

*

 

 

The little red shovel #philippines #poetry #dpchallenge

child's hand

Red plastic shovel

held moments ago

favorite blue cap

on your sunshine face

crooked it sat

I am washed away

claimed by sorrow

you pulled

by the riptides of life

Both driven 

toward fate’s tomorrow

you toward the sea 

I toward the land

and I face the dawn

alone

embraced by the sand

Uncountable are the buckets of tears that have been shed by mothers who have lost their children. The mothers in the Philippines too well embrace sorrow as a well-known unwelcome friend.

This poem in its simplicity is another tear to add to the buckets…

Reality check: This post is a reflection that I am sharing with the  wordpress dpchallenge prompt  Frightening.  I was inspired to write this poem for the children lost in the claws of disaster in the Philippines after I saw the pieces of a child that were being picked up by police on a busy street corner.   They included a child’s red shovel and a little blue cap.  Tears poured from my eyes and I could only hope those things fell from a vehicle not from the arms of a child.

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Traversing Autumn’s Path #poetry #photography #loss

Her hands clasped to mine

we walked along autumn’s path

crunching beneath our feet

the remnants of yesterday’s glory

she picked up a leaf

what I thought was dew was a tear

“why do you cry, my love?”

my eyes thoughtful

“life is perishing beneath our feet

we are crushing aged spring

we walk the burial ground of the seasons”

“press this amber leaf against your heart

feel its resonating warmth

hear him tell you his story

let it be a reminder of the past

then welcome the new season

a time for ends and reflection

reach your hands to grasp the snowflakes

purity falls over barren trees

and spring returns to remind us

of that which we have lost

and of that which we might gain”

“another year of this loss?”

I saw her eyes pool

“I don’t think I can bare it”

“but another year of promise as well

life, love and new beginnings

those too will grow in the coming year

one day we will look back

the skeletons beneath our feet

will not sound like death with each step

I will once again look up

and see life blossoming in your eyes”

This week marks the second anniversary of the death of a child in our neighborhood  who was tragically swept away by a flash flood The lights represent candles and sentiments that lined the family’s driveway last year. Blue ribbons hang, year round, on our trees, sign posts and mailboxes in memory of this loss..