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.

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