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Daily Poem - Week 2

October 24, 2012
A small grey house
In a quiet spot,
A dog, a cat, and a garden plot.
Isn't much,
But it's my ideal.
Dreamy planning
(Nothing real).
A small grey house
With brooding pines
Where I can sit and make my lines.

October 25, 2012
Fearful captives,
Laboring in chains.
A groaning Earth,
Soaked through with bloody stains.
All creation...I must set it free?
No, not my strength,
But that of Him in me.
The power to restore,
Refresh, renew.
To shape the twisted paths
And make them true.
The power to redeem
A human soul -
To heal a heart and make it
Truly whole -
It comes,
Not from my hand, but from above.
And I am nothing...
A mere conduit of love.

Inspiration, once she comes in and sits down, is terribly reluctant to leave.

I need to find
The 'off' switch in my brain -
The one that says
'Quit rhyming
And let me fall asleep!'

This really has nothing to do with my day. I just have these random thoughts...not really sure where they come from...but hey! I think I&…

Daily Poem - Week 1

For the time being, and until I get distracted by something else or this challenge is no longer both challenging and fun, I'm trying to write a short poem every day. I'm being patient with myself, not demanding that every line be written, re-worded, and written again until it satisfies me perfectly. But, at the same time, I'm not just sloppily putting down whatever comes into my head with no revision whatsoever. I realize that I'm walking a fine line here, and at some point I'll probably fall to one side or the other. If I stop enjoying this, I'll stop doing it. I wasn't sure at first if I wanted to share these poems on the blog, but in the end I decided to go for it, since these may be the only new content you'll see all week. 

October 17, 2012
Brown-and-yellow day
Of middle-fall -
My mood;
The earth-rich brown
Of industry
(To match my new-dyed skirt).
Some coffee, tea,
A stroll through
Breezy woods
Of rusted yellow.
A day of sunless rain,
Yet mellow
Wi…

Ancient Things

The beautiful,
The ancient things
Have broken,
Battered,
Steady wings
To catch the wind
And fly away,
Leaving me
In modern day.