Faith’s Sure Future (a ha’sonnet)

I’m linking to my poet friend, Stephen, Prince of the Ha’sonnet.  Initially, I was intimidated by the form, regardless that I was an English Major in college…but Stephen is both gifted poet and an encourager.  Thus, I’m beginning to enjoy writing these🙂  Click the link for all the info, directions…you may want to write one yourself. https://muttado.com/

Of shadows dim

Sore wilderness

‘Mid light so thin

Hope witnesses

Clear droplets-dew

Reflect vast hue

Faith’s sure future

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

Precipice…Intimacy

Precipice

Overhangs

Intimacy…

Pull on boots

Of trust, wrap

Faith’s cape ’round

Declare to

Blindfolded

Heart which risks

Crushing wound

“Take courage”

One step

Then another

Overcomes tug

Of isolation’s

Quicksand…

What if the

Drop between

Precipice and

Intimacy’s wealth

Is mere foot or two?

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

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/05/17/your-daily-word-prompt-precipice-ydwordprompt-may-17-2020/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/05/17/rdp-sunday-overcome/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/17/intimacy/

Grappling for Strength

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/05/12/your-daily-word-prompt-grapple-ydwordprompt-may-12-2020/

Grappling with onslaught

Bleak fatigue… ‘how much longer’

‘How much more’ to bear

Pandemic, early heat wave…

Domino effect topples

~

Thoughts become assaults

Imminent betrayal sensed

Denial’s shield cracked

Faith stretched to hope’s fraying strands

Gratitude begging relief

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

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Dread’s Battle

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/04/05/wordle-450/

With no moon to lighten

Curve straight-jacket of

Constraining darkness

Soften fear’s sharp shards

Dread’s battle carved, with

Orange-rusted scythe and

Sickle, a monstrous spirit

Which spread lies of every

Kind (not gentle), leaving

Trembled souls ‘mid sad

States, lives fever-frayed

Sticky with tears, sweat

Weighed down with

Longing for homes

Made dilapidated

By terror’s erosion…

Dregs of faith remained

Was even hoarded

It was only free

Commodity

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