Fatal Junction

Surely the “new normal” we’re asked to adjust to does not include the continuing violence in our streets?  Before too long the combined deaths, virus and shootings, will leave only a few gibbering fools in their wake…

Junction, heat and hate

How can noble change be birthed

Bloody flames consume

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


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

Eat and Pray, You’ll Be Okay (Limerick)

Don’t be a fool, giving place to despair

Tearing what remains of too-thin hair

Step back from life’s crazy whirligig

Before you’re forced to invest in wig

Eat big bowl of fruity sherbet, lift faith-filled prayer

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

Optional Prompt:  FOOL

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Pinnacle of Despair

Reaching pinnacle

Of despair (ignore what sounds

Odd contradiction…

It’s not, my mind’s in ruins)

Chaotic insanity

New state of country

No escape…streets’, media’s

Cacophonous Death

Blood, strife, verbiage spill out

Fainting faithful fall to knees

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



Depression ~ the Long (No Short) of It

Monstrous dark spirit

Lives deep in closet

Basement or attic

One never knows

Depression devours

Sucks joy from marrow

Gnaws reason to miniscule bits

Pulls out every thread of hope

Till faith’s lovely fabric unravels

Tentacles grasp soul, constrict

Stopping heart’s lifeblood flow

Siren song, relentless dirge

Pulses through veins, weary limbs

Resounding chorus of lies

No Tomorrow in blind eyes

For Exit signs glare all around

Inspiration atrophies

Appetite lags for even dainties

Depression isn’t very pretty

You scoffers insist it’s mere self-pity

Try it on for a day, your claim’s absurd

Poet robbed of delicate lines

Nothing about the condition’s refined

Dust-dim whirlwind does Muse confound

Poison oozes from each word heard

Nightmares become quicksand penned

Bones ache, make weeping moans

Sleep and pray you ne’er awake

Death invited, passionate urge

Where is rescue…what will purge

Perhaps a potion I might take

Such suicidal craving slake?

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



Dark Ponder

When toll is tallied

How many pandemic deaths

Will be suicides

Masks conceal more than nose, lips

Eyes to eyes may glimpse spirit


Tender, wounds of life

Virus quite handy for blame

Count those still standing

When once again we gather

Embrace, full faces open

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

Everyday Tears (NaPoWriMo 2020)

Everyday tears, rain

Relentless torrential storm

Rattling soul’s windows

Perspective shattered, blinded

Buffeted heart languishes


Dusk-blue sky purples

Seeps aubergine by midnight 

Prayers lost among clouds

Shuffling through Shadowed Valley

Shards of trampled hope crackle


Hollowed out echoes

Screaming voice within hoarse, burns

Gratitude gray ash

What happened to Yesterday

Silent sulfurous smoke plumes

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

Gift of Faith (One-Liner Wednesday ~ Challenge)

To nurture and sustain trembling hope, joy, peace…I must focus my faith on God who is infinitely BIGGER than whatever stirs my fear and despair; I cannot share with others from perceived lack—only from my great wealth, God’s gift of faith.

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

“Looking away [from all that will distract] to Jesus, Who is the Leader and the Source of our faith [giving the first incentive  for our belief] and is also its Finisher…” Hebrews 12:2, The Amplified Bible


“All difficult things in the world are sure to arise from a previous state in which they were easy, and all great things from one in which they were small.”
― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

LINDA’S CHALLENGE:  “The first half of this quote is becoming all too obvious in the world we live in. But the second half remains a challenge. Think about it. What small things in your life do you now have time to make great?”

Badge by Laura @ riddlefromthemiddle.com

Transient Dark

These days, this season

Life which presses in, vice-like

Cold temptation lures

Prayer erupts from desp’rate heart

As dark waves, alone, embrace

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

Dropped Shoe Rescue

Invented Poetry Forms – The American Sentence

PAUL SZLOSEK :  “Today’s post is on the American Sentence, a poetry form invented by the American Beat poet Allen Ginsberg in the mid-1980’s as a twist on traditional haiku. Like haiku, American Sentences consist of 17 syllables, but instead of being arranged into three lines, they are written as a single line or sentence. They also may or may not have a title.”

One leg over railing, intent to leap; despair distracting, dropped shoe.

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