Under the category of unusual things that I have done in life, here is a brief poem that I wrote while waiting during visiting hours at a funeral many years ago.
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Peace
Lost
In a forest of words
I feel
Alone.
Saved
By the scent of pine
I weep
No more.
Here
On the emerald moss
I lie.
Roses.
There
In a crevice of dust
I find
Home.
~ Bill Blankschaen
Is there a poem you’ve written that you’d be willing to share — or do you have a favorite poem that spoke to you in a specific moment in life? Feel free to offer comments or interpretations with a comment here.
That’s so Peter,
& that’s so me
I get so excited,
and I trip all over me.
It’s when I look around,
that I start going down.
And then there’s Jesus,
Who sees what we can’t see.
If there was hope for Peter,
Then there’s hope for me.
One other short poem that has come back to me time and time again, especially in tough times… It’s simply a matter of perspective.
But above these clouds,
the sun still shines
casting it’s rays
on these dark times.
Reminds me of “Be still sad heart and cease repining, behind the clouds is the sun still shining…. Some days must be dark and dreary.”
October 29, 2012
Happy Great Depression Day
The air is wet and skies are gray
With chilly wind and ocean spray
And much too cold for kids to play
The storms of life threaten our shore
The stocks are closed (much like before?)
Raining, raining, raining more
But Sandy can’t cut to the core
Water does not flow through clay
We knew our comfort would not stay
We still have hope to rest and pray
So Happy Great Depression Day