Riches of Love

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It was such a long hot-thirsty climb, and this was about the tenth site (if either were counting they didn’t say a number aloud).

“This time I’m surethis is the one—you need a break, dear?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at her.

She smiled, gestured for him to keep going; he only wanted to see the ruins his ancestors claimed, wasn’t asking for the world—life’s short, and what is love worth if it can’t afford a dream for the one who owns your heart?

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Three Line Tales, Week 229

Love’s Singed Feathers

This is my attempt at the “shovel poem” form, in which you use a line/words from another poem.  The last word in each line forms the line of the poem you’ve chosen.  “Hope Is the Thing With Feathers”, by Emily Dickinson, follows my poem (also links to form & Emily’s poem).

Fallen from head-spinning height, heart without hope

Lying on sand where tender wavelets touch, whisper: is

Her soul still present, sighing, or shall we beckon the

Angels?  How quiet the wind, far-off wings…poor thing

She’s bereft, tears spilled on crushed pale seashells; with

Dregs of fantasy drained dry, and love’s singed feathers

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Let it die.


“Hope” is the thing with feathers

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

Danger Signs (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 226

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Strange and sad…foolish people disregard “danger” signs.

Had plans not been anserine*, arrogant…soul, desperate

Life wouldn’t be sore navigated, heart on crutches.

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

*anserine, Merriam-Webster definition: of, relating to, or resembling a goose anserine characteristics; STUPIDSILLY ridiculous anserine behavior (“silly goose”)

Forgotten Prayers

Not lost, discarded

God records ‘forgotten prayers’

Buried bitter-deep

By weary disappointed

Heart…dry bones await stirring*

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*“The hand of the LORD was upon me, and carried me out in the spirit of the LORD, and set me down in the midst of the valley which was full of bones, And caused me to pass by them round about: and, behold, there were very many in the open valley; and, lo, they were very dry. And he said unto me, Son of man, can these bones live? And I answered, O Lord GOD, thou knowest. Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the LORD. Thus saith the Lord GOD unto these bones; Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and ye shall live: And I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live; and ye shall know that I am the LORD.” Ezekiel 37:1-6, King James Bible