Have You Ever Written a Poem? Here’s One of Mine

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.

photo: UNE Photos

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.

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4 Responses to “Have You Ever Written a Poem? Here’s One of Mine”

  1. John November 13, 2012 at 5:26 PM #

    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.

  2. John November 13, 2012 at 5:29 PM #

    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.

    • Bill Blankschaen November 19, 2012 at 7:33 PM #

      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.”

  3. Barnabas November 22, 2012 at 4:15 PM #

    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