Obsidian Season

Weekend Challenge – Obsidian


Obsidian lump

Lodged in throat, pit of stomach

Migrated to heart

Busy Death invisible

Carried on air over globe


Never satisfied

Reaper’s bullets, knee found more

Victims crossed off list

Numbers rise fast furious

Tears blind bright year of Vision


Obsidian rock

Hate hurled curse through city streets

Violence devours

Shreds families’ fabric, faith-hope

Futures lost ‘mid shattered glass


Let Love cool lava

Paint life’s hues ‘cross grafitti

Restore souls’ charred shards


Sacrifice of praise

Brethren sing to Sovereign Lord

Lift prayers, await Word

Deliverance is promised

Comfort to those who sorrow

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

Death’s Mystery Box


The Mystery Box

And the words:  “The third month, when the box arrived, was very tricky indeed.” – Douglas Adams, Almost Harmless

Uncle Marilynne’s death was difficult enough—as much as his life must have been for him (and had been for us, his relatives who chose to love and accept his burdensome state).  My sister and I were left to settle the legal fine points and deal with his personal effects, and he’d made generous provision for us. 

After the funeral, the third month, when the box arrived, was very tricky indeed.  We’d thought our tasks were finished, so this package was unexpected.  The name, in ornate script on the return address label, was unfamiliar.  We shrugged in unison, “who’s Davenport Carlisle?”  My sister retrieved Uncle’s address book, turned the pages.  She shook her head, murmured, “just a guy who lives in New York, I guess”.

Carefully removing the crimson twine and paper, I opened the box.  Inside we found an array of gorgeous plus-size lingerie with a Parisian designer’s tags.

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

(150 words by online counter)


My Uneasy Frank


Prompt words:

“As long as he was acting, he felt comfortable with the world.” – M.C. Beaton’s Colonel Sandhurst to the Rescue

(50 Words)

Frank wasn’t easy in his own skin.  As long as he was acting, he felt comfortable with the world.  With me he didn’t need to take on some character, or speak as though from a script.  When he died I wondered if it was him, or somebody else leaving me.

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

Through Iron Gates (Twiglet)


Prompt:  “Through Iron Gates”


Through iron gates

I left you ~ island

Rain’s patter ‘mid

Priest’s final prayer

Grief ran rivulets

My salt-tang despair

Decades change

Naught in chambered

Heart ~ time merely

Ages, burnishes sorrow…

With cane to steady

I return through

Iron gates again

Leave seashells, lei

Circling name I love

Silent etched in stone

Words never heard

Fill breeze in palms

Waft remembrance

Through iron gates

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

Daily Light #7 ~ God Who Saves!

“Praise the Lord; praise God our savior!  For each day he carries us in his arms.  Our God is a God who saves!  The Sovereign Lord rescues us from death.”  Psalm 68:19-20, New Living Translation

Verse 28, “Summon your might, O God.  Display your power, O God, as you have in the past.” NLT


“The seeds of good deeds become a tree of life.”   

Proverbs 11:30, NLT

The Untaken

Untaken ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #223

Patrick Jennings, at https://pixtowords.com/, offers a prompt each week which combines a photo and word.  Click the link above to meet him, and join in.  Current word prompt: “Untaken”.


‘Twas almost Christmas

Fruitcakes baked

Because he liked them

His birthday, same week

Cards included for both

Special days, in shiny

Holiday gift bag…

She phoned several times &

Knocked at his door, no answer

Left the gift bag hanging on

Doorknob…he’d find it later

When he went out.

Authorities arrived, another

Neighbor gave her news…

In silent night angels

Came, took Tim home

To God’sParadise.

Mixed with shocked pain and

Mourning, relief for Tim’s release

From torment…a resentment

Ripped ragged rent

In her soul.

Mere 17 steps…angels

Could have tapped

At her door, too

But she was left behind

…The Untaken.

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

Imprisoned (Crimson’s Creative Challenge)

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #66

Imprisoned by love

Within exquisite stone edifice

Heart remains…withering, shivers

Ached with longing, as eyes dim

Murmur last prayer

To glimpse you once more

Passion e’er stays winter’s chill

But renders mind fraught

With a fraying madness

Vespers, your ghost visits

Drifts past cracked window

On midnight wings

Mute mist of tears

Veil ‘tween our worlds

I beg, “take me away with you”

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

Cute TV Ad

I don’t have children, by choice…but I enjoy other people’s kids…from a distance…for short periods of time.  Some TV ads that feature kids (or adults) are more entertaining than programs they sponsor, so I’m sharing one that’s especially touching. 😉 Rhen

Sighing Heart

Heart some days sighing

Miss you more than ghost might guess

Delusions live on

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