Category Archives: Warrior Poet Circle

brushes

 

they pass in the hallway

her shirt brushes his arm

the fragrance of perfume

draws memories out

against their will

 

her eyes seem to say

that he’s lost his charm

though her countenance exudes

a welcoming shout

that sends chills

 

he goes through the day

not wishing her any harm

though he willfully chooses

to embrace doubt

love be still

 

so he’ll choose this life of pain

a cold heart, never warm

he’d almost rather lose

forfeit this bout

passion is chilled

 

he’s had his fill

stepped away from his vow

his ego’s still bruised

her heart’s alarmed

alone she’ll pray

 

This is my submission for the Warrior Poet Circle. The prompt this week was “Lonely.”

Go check out some of the other submissions here.


the prayer of a righteous man

 

the prayer of a righteous man

to a God who hears his longing heart

a want is whispered wistfully

like carefree wishes in candlelight

 

to a God who hears his longing heart

his fleeting cries are softer still

like carefree wishes in candlelight

the truth secured by silence kept

 

his fleeting cries are softer still

a deep desire revealed to none

the truth secured by silence kept

lifted high above to an ear not seen

 

a deep desire revealed to none

the prayer of a righteous man

lifted high above to an ear not seen

a want is whispered wistfully

 

This is called a Malayan Pantoum. A new friend introduced me to this form from a book called Room to Write by Bonni Goldberg. Goldberg says, “It is a poetic form in which all the lines in the poem repeat themselves. This means you are responsible for asserting every line twice; nothing new may be said without responding in some way to what has come before it…Writing a pantoum is a way to dance with form and let it lead.” You can also read more about pantoums here.

This is my submission to the Warrior’s Poet Circle. The prompt was “Hidden in God.” Read other submissions here.


little me

i stare up at the black sky with dots of light

i see the trees reaching out to touch the flatness

are those really balls of fire so many miles away

am i really as small as i feel right now

 

the greatness of it all makes me want to create

something beautiful

i long for the immortality of doing

something

 

i close my eyes and open them again

hoping that i can see deeper into the night

the distance i travel into my mind

is like the blackness up above me

 

the greatness of it all makes me want to create

something beautiful

i long for the immortality of doing

something

 

quiet presses in and blends with the noise of my thoughts

silence and screaming dreams compete for my attention

i grasp reality briefly but it’s lost again

closing the distance

between me and out there

 

the greatness of it all makes me want to create

something beautiful

i long for the immortality of doing

something

something

something

 

 


12 baskets

two fish and five loaves

fed five thousand men and more

no one left hungry

 

twelve baskets of scraps

food to feed a small army

what do we do now

 

baskets are heavy

this may spoil before it’s gone

more than we bargained

 

guess we’ll throw it out

it won’t keep till tomorrow

seems like such a waste

 

waves and crashing wind

have courage for it is I

we don’t understand

 

–From Matthew 14