Obsidian Season

Weekend Challenge – Obsidian


Obsidian lump

Lodged in throat, pit of stomach

Migrated to heart

Busy Death invisible

Carried on air over globe


Never satisfied

Reaper’s bullets, knee found more

Victims crossed off list

Numbers rise fast furious

Tears blind bright year of Vision


Obsidian rock

Hate hurled curse through city streets

Violence devours

Shreds families’ fabric, faith-hope

Futures lost ‘mid shattered glass


Let Love cool lava

Paint life’s hues ‘cross grafitti

Restore souls’ charred shards


Sacrifice of praise

Brethren sing to Sovereign Lord

Lift prayers, await Word

Deliverance is promised

Comfort to those who sorrow

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


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our life stories
sometimes slip
through our fingers

no matter how
tightly we try
to hold on

shattered like
a teacup
on the kitchen floor

bits and pieces
overcome, we cry

for the whole
of what was,
the pieces lost

slowly we gather
the bits,
forever changed

glue together
this misshapen

and drink
once again
of life

©Heather Carr-Rowe

V.J.’s Weekly Challenge: Bits and Pieces

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Overcome

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My Uneasy Frank


Prompt words:

“As long as he was acting, he felt comfortable with the world.” – M.C. Beaton’s Colonel Sandhurst to the Rescue

(50 Words)

Frank wasn’t easy in his own skin.  As long as he was acting, he felt comfortable with the world.  With me he didn’t need to take on some character, or speak as though from a script.  When he died I wondered if it was him, or somebody else leaving me.

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

Choices Cost


Can’t count times

I woke in the distance

‘Tween sleep’s dream world

And whirring consciousness

My hands reaching for

Your face…head woozy

As I call your name

And then remember

I’m forever locked out

Of your heart-hug, and

Restricted from any

Semblance of ‘home’

Alienated, quite alone

As if I’d walked away to

Enter kool-aid cult… all

Because you don’t accept*

Truth I know, the anchor of

My soul, wings which lift and

Carry me to glory glimpsed…

Which you’ve somehow overlooked

So focused on yourself, missed.

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

*“What blessings await you when people hate you and exclude you and mock you and curse you as evil because you follow the Son of Man. When that happens, be happy! Yes, leap for joy! For a great reward awaits you in heaven. And remember, their ancestors treated the ancient prophets that same way.” Luke 6:22-23, New Living Translation

Strange Power, Love

Strange power love has

Heart can’t breathe, thinking of you

Gone twenty-two years…

Trembling yet, inside my ribs

As though you might walk through door

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

Heart Cracks

Hearts love, know much loss

Tiny cracks form lace pattern

Grief’s ancient portrait

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

Sighing Heart

Heart some days sighing

Miss you more than ghost might guess

Delusions live on

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