Tag: Poetry
My Red (2)
I walk into my backyard to face my truth,Reluctantly embracing my melancholic mood,I will have a talk with the hummingbird feeder,The red bully who happens to be my honest mirror.What else does it see that I’ve failed to see?What more to explore about us being twinsies?I approach the rascal, still depleted, lying on its side,Out in the open, under the full force of sunlight.It’s more of a tube and less of a tray,But it is surely red and lying sideways,Not far from it, there’s another feeder,I be...
My Red
Lying sideways with its tray empty,The hummingbird feeder is loudly mocking me!“Look at us, twinsies!You are depleted just like me!”I’m so triggered and offended!Its witty comment has some truth in it,This empty feeder is way too daring,Comparing itself to me, a human being!Dusty, but it’s mostly bright red in color,Happy red always lifts my spirit higher, But today my red lacks vibrancy,Is the feeder reflecting my truth back at me?I may not be its rightful caretaker,But my sovereignty is my rig...
Next Person
Walking down a cobblestone path, a symphony of geometry with no heart, a base sound of its foundation, for a property, but not for a person. I keep walking down farther and farther, hoping for a heart around the next corner, The path only knows how to serve its own purpose, It vibrates a different kind of love– heavy and distant, hidden underneath other shapes, I guess the path needs me to be brave, A constellation of circles, triangles, and squares. Its pattern was designed and executed w...
The Witness Who Knew His Name
A Poem Inspired by John 1:19-20 Beside the river's winding thread,Where desert winds their whispers spread,A solitary herald stoodAmong the stones and drifting wood.No throne adorned his humble place,No royal sign proclaimed his grace;Yet multitudes from hill and plainHad crossed the dust to hear his strain. The ancient prophets long had passed,Their voices silent at...
The Missing Piece
If I could give you all my coins, I would. But if I can’t, I have a back up plan. I can pray for you. I can pray that everything that you do will be met with love—the kind of love that doesn’t need proof, the kind of love that helps remove all blocks and obstacles that get in your way. That is not to say you won’t pay if you choose to stay selfish. Your heart will still endure consequences because life is a series of cause and effect, but if you select your thoughts carefully, open your heart...
The Boundary of God’s Sovereign Hand
A Poem Inspired by Job 1:12 Beneath the heights where timeless splendors shine,Beyond the reach of mortal thought and gaze,There stands a throne no darkness can confine,Ancient of Days above all earthly days.The stars themselves are servants of His will,The oceans heed the whisper of His word;The mountains stand because He bids them still,And all...
The Flight Beneath the Watchful Stars
A Poem Inspired by Matthew 2:14-15 When midnight wrapped the hills in solemn shade,And every wind moved softly through the land,A quiet fear through hidden chambers strayed,Like drifting ash no mortal eye had planned.The tyrant dreamed of crowns secured by might,While heaven marked another pathway there;For God still walks within the deepest night,And guards His...
The Hydrangeas
A sea of hydrangeasgreeted me like I was a rockstar,I walked up into the house through the front door,while they lined up to the side on the ground floor!I was lucky they never asked for my autograph, If they did, at the time, it would have been just a draft.I thought I knew myself really really well,Looking back now, life kept me under a spell.At the time, I was so convinced that the habitat of happiness was outside of myself,At the time, I still bought into the theory that I could only be happ...
The Lamps of Heaven Beneath the Voice of God
A Poem Inspired by Genesis 1:14-15 Before the mountains raised their solemn height,Before the seas were taught their ancient song,Before the pilgrim soul distinguished nightFrom all the fleeting shadows born of wrong,The Sovereign spoke across the formless deep,And silence trembled at the holy Word;The hidden vast awoke from primal sleep,And all creation listened to its...
I Want More
I want more, I want more, I want more,Whatever this is is not enough for me anymore!I want more, I want more, I want more,I want gold climbing up my ceiling and silver dancing across my floor. Let the golden ray of the sun shine through the windows,Let the silver glow of the moon whisper her echo,Let the indigo ocean harmonize with the river flow,Let the green forest be the witness where richness grows. I want to see kindness and abundance circulating,I want to see every alternate reality collab...
The Flight Beneath the Midnight Sky
A Poem Inspired by Matthew 2:13 Beneath the weight of midnight’s solemn veil,When Judah slept beneath the iron hush,There came a voice no earthly wind conveyed,A warning breathed through heaven’s hidden gate.The silent chamber where the Child reclinedWas touched by terror riding on the dark,For death had stirred within a tyrant’s breast,And wrath had sharpened...
To Honor Her - My Inner Child
Speaking gibberish,Pretending to say things in English,She looked at herself in the mirror,Hoping one day she might sound like a native speaker.The journey of a million miles,Dreamed by my inner child,She was dancing at Mile number five,Many decades from the finish line. Today I sit in my alabaster cocoon,Dimly lit by the crescent moon,Reflecting on little me in ponytails,Never once she thought she would ever fail.It didn’t matter how many mountains she needed to climb,She never cared; she never...
The Traveler Turning at the Gate
A Poem Inspired by Luke 9:61 A man once stood where twilight touched the hill,Where olive branches bowed beneath the breeze,And heard the solemn Christ who beckons stillThrough dust-worn roads and darkened centuries.The Master’s voice had stirred the crowded airLike trumpet-song across a sleeping land;Yet one remained divided by his care,A backward longing chained within...
Tempered Glass
I’ll hold your hand and your heart,Don’t worry; I’m made of tempered glass,Designed for strength and clarity,Fire and ice transformed me. I have a divine oath to fulfill,Sovereign, sacred and still,I’ve been forged through pain for a reason,But I’m not above you, dear one. I’m here to end the cycle,Hurt people will no longer hurt people,I’ve gone through my evolution,So that I can turn my past into your protection!
Slam of the North
Going to a poetry slam in Durham, because 2025 is the Year of Appreciating Art.
Metal Turning Doo-Dad
For my doo-dad, I made a multi-tiered piece with a drill hole. I’d still like to add some more parts, but this is the final product:
Soundwalk: Liminal Spaces
You can find our final draft here.
Week 1 Assignment: East Village Poetry Walk
For this week’s assignment, I chose the East Village Poetry Walk, narrated by Jim Jarmusch.