A Haiku and a Song
This week is heavy. I don’t think I have any poems appropriate for it. So today you get a quick haiku and a favorite song. Lord, this is too much for us feeble ones to bear. Please, Lord. Come back …
Category: poetry
In Heaven, Every Skirt Has Pockets
First up: oh hey, I was interviewed for a poetry podcast! You can hear it (and the previous six episodes) here. In light of the podcast, I debated pretty heavily with myself about what poem to publish today. I thought …
A Servant’s Heart
I have no particular reason for sharing this poem today, other than that I was flipping through my old notebooks and liked it. I’ve never been one a person who needs many accolades. In fact, words of encouragement is probably …
King of the Britons
Today’s sonnet is from last November’s poetry prompts; I think the exact prompt was [blank] of the [blank], and of course my mind immediately jumped to Monty Python. At the time my RPG group was playing a campaign that investigated …
The Road to Uganda 6: Saying Goodbye
I’ve been purposefully holding off on posting another Road to Uganda (aka missions trip nostalgia) poem because until this past week, I didn’t know what the current status was. It’s being postponed, of course. The decision was made for us …
Light Pollution
Consider this a sequel to this poem. I realized it was clear on Friday night and stepped outside for a few moments, and spent most of them mentally cursing out the incredibly bright lights my complex put up for security. …
Feeble Love
I don’t remember the circumstances that led to me writing today’s sonnet, which may be a blessing. I do know why I’m sharing it today, though. This week I read Charles Williams’ The Greater Trumps. Williams writes very metaphysical works about …
O Peter, Peter
Happy Easter, everybody! (This is more of a Good Friday poem, but, eh.) O Peter, Peter Originally written March 31, 2019 O Peter, Peter, why do you now weep? You know your master’s going to be condemned. And you, who …
I Don’t Recall When I Last Saw the Stars
I’m doing another Poem-A-Day challenge this April, which I suspect will be one of my saving graces during these next few crazy months. I promise they won’t all be about COVID-19, or at least, even if they are, I promise …
The Farmer
When Michigan first started actively responding to COVID-19, I started rereading the Little House books. They’ve always been comfort food, probably because their lives were always so much worse than mine. At least, I’m pretty sure that’s exactly why I immediately …