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April Musings - 6. NaPoWriMo 2016 - Week Four
Poem #21
Travel
My heart beats in time
to the engine’s thrum
In a musical pantomime.
Coffee-fueled energy
Drives me on
As I sink into reverie.
Anticipation, exhalation
Mind racing with ideas
That will never come to fruition
Poem #22
Friday Haiku
Anticipation
Alarm blissfully silent
Tomorrow morning
Poem #23
Hyperacusis
Music and conversation clash
In a cacophony of chaos
Difficult to discern din from dinner.
Silent sanctuary, the car is welcome relief
At the end of the night.
Poem #24
Tree
Leaves shake in silent laughter
As little paws skitter up rough skin.
Arms stretch toward nourishing sunlight
As feet search for water no creature has touched.
Morning dew drips from leaves like tears,
As the silent sentinel bears witness
To human folly.
Poem #25
Primal
My emerald green meets your chocolate brown,
Gazing in wide-eyed bewilderment.
Our lips curl in simultaneous smiles
As hands entwine in a frisson of understanding
Leading to the fumbling discard of
Restrictive fabric and
Joining of two souls destined to be one
For at least the night.
Poem #26
Hunger
Fingers frantically tap the keys
As the elusive item is bid
Higher and higher on ebay.
Poem #27
(A miku is essentially minimalist haiku. It is three lines derived from traditional Haiku, but with no articles and no fixed syllable count)
Miku
Sleeping cat
Anxious heart
Relaxes
Poem #28
(this was inspired by a sermon I heard many years ago)
Judas Iscariot
As I watched the cross being pulled upright,
I waited for the heavenly light to save Him.
It never occurred to me that it wouldn’t.
I thought that I was to be catalyst to a miracle
beyond anything seen before.
As time passed, I feared that salvation eluded us.
Then a host of angels appeared, singing songs of praise,
Lifting Him from the cross and healing his wounds.
He saw me and kissed me,
whispering “I forgive you”.
When I opened my eyes, a tear fell on the thirty pieces
of silver next to my bed.
I knew what I had to do next.
For in ending your life, I have also ended my own.
Poem #29
Letting Go
Bitterness surrounds me like a blanket.
Old wounds fester underneath,
Until lanced with the revelation
That it’s ok to move on.
Poem #30
Good-Bye
Dust disturbed by shuffling feet.
Hands shoved into pockets.
Eyes downcast and darting
To and fro.
Looking anywhere but into
Orbs asking the same question.
Lips dry with anxiety,
Moistened by a quick lick
Just in case they will meet others.
Bonus Poem
The ‘prayer’ prompt reminded me of an exercise I completed with a small group I attended at my church years ago. The exercise was to re-write “The Lord’s Prayer” in our own words. I was going through a very difficult time then and this is the result.
The Lord’s Prayer – My Version
Lord, above,
We are supposed to revere your name,
even though we may not feel it in our hearts.
Where is your kingdom?
For it’s certainly not here;
although we are told that one day it will be.
Your heavenly goodwill is fervently needed in our earthly realm.
Our bodies may be full,
but our spirits cry for sustenance.
Open our hearts so that we may truly understand forgiveness,
and allow us to forgive as well as be forgiven.
Help us avoid the siren song of poor choices.
See us through the dark night of the soul,
so that your light may penetrate the ichor and vitriol
and vanquish them so your glory may shine again.
- 5
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