Crowded Mind (Limerick)

In bijou mind I need more space

Myriad thoughts vie for rightful place

Most notions have good purpose sweet

Some with grim shadows are replete

Brain bustling, I seek rest in grace🙂

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

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2020/07/22/purpose/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/07/23/sweet/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/07/23/ragtag-daily-prompt-thursday-space/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/07/23/your-daily-word-prompt-rightful-ydwordprompt-july-23-2020/

My Nefelibata (“If We Never…”)

Silver grace beneath

Your feet of clay, now crumbled

You were child’s hero

My dear nefelibata

Still cherished in keepsake heart

~

If we never had

Exchanged brief notes, sealed and stamped

I’d doubt mind…but your

Bold-penned signature below

Few lines is not forgery

~

Gazing at clouds I

Muse, do you wait for kindred

Nefelibata…

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

NOTE*:  The literal Portuguese translation is implied in my 1st stanza; the common definition, “daydreamer”, in the final stanza.

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge–July 21, 2020

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/07/22/rdp-wednesday-nefelibata/

*Ragtag Community prompt for today is “nefelibata”.  Portuguese in origin, derived from “nefele” (cloud) and “batha” (a place to walk), it literally translates to “cloudwalker”.  Noun – daydreamer; a person lost in imagination; an unorthodox person who doesn’t abide by the rules of society.

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2020/07/21/silver/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/07/22/grace-2/

Love My Neighbors…

Commanded to love

Neighbors…good, bad and ugly

We’re all flawed humans

In need of grace, not judgment

(Some days harder than others😉)

“Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.” Luke 10:27, King James Bible

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

“Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Neighbors” July 20, 2020

Horror, Devil’s Hounds

This poem uses a haiku form with repeating lines, as used by Ronovan in his piece, “The Quenching Cup” (link follows poem) ~

♠♠♠

Horror is devil’s

Hounds dragging Past before me

Fanged jaws snarl warning

~

Fanged jaws snarl warning

Haunting memories devour

Hopeless heart condemned

~

Hopeless heart condemned

Feels torment burn, shame’s disdain

Can’t curb Liar’s spew

~

Can’t curb Liar’s spew

Eternally damned, he froths

Hater of Faithful

~

Hater of Faithful

Denied God, lost everything

Promised to His own

~

Promised to His own

Full access to Mercy Seat

The Lord’s throne of grace

~

The Lord’s throne of grace

Refuge for sore weak, distraught

Escaping fanged jaws

~

Escaping fanged jaws

I rest within God’s embrace

His love’s joyous peace

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

The Quenching Cup – a poem

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2020/07/14/access/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/07/15/rdp-wednesday-horror/

A Day of Transformation

I guess there’s nothing like a worldwide crisis to inspire creativity…I’ve used the gogyohka form, as well as “found poetry” for this piece.  Book titles and authors are listed following the poem ~

Britt-Marie was here

Living in Blood Hollow, she was changed too

That day a man called Ove smiled…

He experienced ordinary grace

And surrendered the rules of dreaming

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

Britt-Marie Was Here, and A Man Called Ove ~ by Fredrik Backman

Blood Hollow, and Ordinary Grace ~ by William Kent Krueger

The Rules of Dreaming ~ by Bruce Hartman

Love Like Ivy

Eugi's Weekly Challenge – Love – February 10, 2020

Image: Pexels

~♥~

Love, greatest gift given by Creator God…

It’s seeded in our hearts, and moves

Mysteriously, miraculously, magically

Invisibly via byways of arteries, marrow pure

Silver, neurons sometimes stirred mercurial…

From trust’s labored birth, love loops

Trailing through days, seasons, like ivy vines

Tender, hardy, resilient, fresh, timeless; and

Curling ’round, embraces others, circles rippling

As dew sustains each new budding leaf…

Love begins, passes, with courage to grow

Where there’s rich soil of soul’s generosity, grace.

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