Daily Restoration

A good “Monday” poem, perhaps 🙂

~*~

Each day’s a new start

Even if we have to drag

Strained souls to altar

For there the Lord restores us

His Presence clothed in praises

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

“But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.” Psalm 22:3, King James Bible

Plants and Landlady

Depression’s noxious air

Endangers house plants

One leaf’s shriveled

Several more lie limp

Listless, touch of ennui…

Owner’s in charge

Owes mutual obligation

To provide nurturing

Environment…but as

Caregivers go, perhaps

Grace is due, spare her

Stern censure

For the real world’s out

Of balance, has run amok

Turned inside down

It’s difficult enough to

Shore up the virtual

Globe, keep its gears

Well oiled, clicking…

The plants, after all

Have basic necessities

Good soil, summer light

Words of praise with

Water, music playing

Throughout the night

And they get relocated

Periodically

(Luxury owner lacks)

Truth is, they’re of hardy

Bent… like landlady who

Doesn’t charge them rent

Image & Text: ©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

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Mad Affair with Moon (Limerick)

Prompt: Mad

Much as I applaud her beauty, Moon can drive me mad

And leave me lachrymose, despairing, oh so very sad…

But as a poet, I’m drawn to her penultimate allure

Compelled, yearning, piteous, begging silver’d tincture…

Thus, soonest she’s filled to brim, finished thrashing my mortal soul—I’m glad.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

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Ageing

I didn’t sign up for ageing

I’m not obliged to do it gracefully

Pair of ruby slippers might have helped…

I’ll have done well enough, I think

If, with the Good Lord’s patient help

I don’t flounder badly, sink🙂

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

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Despair, Hope’s Triumph

To my Readers:  I may be slow in getting caught up with your posts, but don’t despair, I’ll be back🙂

Eyes which Despair dims

Wear dearth of excitement

Glimpsing life, they glide past

Least observation of joy, for

Hope’s viewed as suspect

Excursion, an illegal substance

Too foolishly imbibed

Worry becomes safer, more

Comfortable; it consumes

Fear like trivia with no

Nutritive benefit

Loneliness denied is preferable

Since trusting anyone requires

Discretion…heart might be

Fatally impetuous, after all—

Labyrinthine isolation allures:

Castle luxuriously appointed

Mauve silk linen draperies

Teak paneled walls, teal velvet

Chaise to languish upon…

Will Despondency triumph?

Nay, soul’s victory is but a

Prayer away…miracle, angel’s visit…

Hope has not absconded, a thief

‘Tis only somewhat tardy, it seems

‘Mid tumultuous seasons, life

~♥~

“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.”

Proverbs 13:12, New Internat’l Version

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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Observation” July 6, 2020

Leave-taking

Moon’s muse is calling

Dulcet voice, rhythm of waves

At dawn soul takes leave

If angels be company

And God has mercy to spare

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Where Everything Good Happened

Grateful appreciation to the exquisitely talented photographer and blog author at One Letter Up, for permitting me to use her photo of the gazebo/reflection for my inspiration.  Click the link to visit her and see her incredible collection.  Thanks muchly! 💖

It was where everything happened

Falling into love in autumn ‘mid

Crispy rusted leaves whispering

On nippy breezes…

‘Icicle-promise’ confidences shared

As winter’s mirror pond blurred with

Skim of shimmered crystal slivers

Lightest snow flakes beginning

To swirl, luminesce upon our hair…

Spring revelry, green branches’ fast-

Budding blooms, and paralleling

Passion stirred to humid frenzy

Thousand stolen kisses’ fragrant

Fresh petals… Until night, perfect

Summer night of secret-sacred

Forever vows, made in gazebo with

Only our reflections as witnesses…

~

Night of mystic moonlight’s soft

Radiance lingering… We danced

To tinkling stars’ songs, silver

Wind chimes, calling ourselves

Infinitely blessed…regardless

How little time we had left

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Today’s prompt: Write something around the words “mystic moonlight”

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge–June 30, 2020

The Girl with Smudged Eyes

Faded floral cotton dress

Coal smudges ’round her eyes

She leans against stone column

Of home she’ll never own, covets

Grand house on the hill… But

More that that she wants to be

The woman on magazine cover

She tosses into her grocery cart

Yearns for caress of man who’ll

Call her “sweetheart”, someone

Whose voice is tender, quiet

Who’ll take her away from

The trailer park’s cacophony

Folks holding cans of cheap

Beer, laughing at her because

She told them the rich man

Whose house she cleans

Let her have a glass of finest

Champagne…

She didn’t say he’d told her

How pretty she looked, that

She deserved more from life…

As she stood next to the

Column, with sunset’s color

Arraying her skin like satin

He’d studied her features, said

She looked like an angel, with

Corona of unvarnished virtue

And beauty surrounding her…

Maybe he saw something she

Could not… something that

Didn’t reek of the towns’ low

Side… and maybe he didn’t

Notice smudges ’round her

Eyes… or maybe he did, but

Didn’t ask, sparing her shame

She could never be his, she knew…

That’s why there are so many

Songs ’bout longings

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

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