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.

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.

No Surrender (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 225

photo by Nathan Dumlao via Unsplash

Mom was bored, sighed repeatedly as she looked out the window.

Dad, bored and worried, took long naps to avoid thinking about anything.

Caleb, bright star that he was, refused to surrender to something called ‘pandemic’…somebody had to look alive and be busy doing something productive, and his passion was puzzles.

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

Glad Game #10 ~ Readers and Other Gifts

Happy Friday, Glad Game friends!  I’m soooo glad the weekend’s here!  Just a reminder for possible newcomers, the Glad Game is about Gratitude, and originated with Pollyanna—the girl who never saw a negative situation without finding something to “be glad about”.

a) I usually save this one till the end, but I’m compelled to give a grateful shout out to my incredibly fine readers.  You’re all so gifted in your chosen artistic endeavors, and your generous loyalty continually WOW’s me.  Often your thoughtful comments impact me more than I can quite take in…you enrich my days, I thank you from my heart and creaky bones.

b) BIG news is that I rearranged the furniture, cleaned a mite (pun) yesterday, so I could bring the dreaded treadmill out from hiding, into the living area…where I can’t ignore it anymore.  “Baby steps” is the plan (worked hard and sweaty, so probably won’t hop on it tonight).  But, “thou shalt not allow self to slack off lingeringly”!  I’m thankful for divine strength, motivation to accomplish a productive day–and again thank readers who’ve encouraged me toward better health.

c) Someone mentioned recently that it perks us up to have a new perspective by virtue of simply changing things around in our environment (and vacuuming).  I’m surveying my bijou kingdom, whispering, “wow, that looks nice there”.  So, another thank you to those who shared about “spring cleaning”–it rubbed off on me!

d) After a few rough days (“Rant” post), I’m grateful to have leveled UP once more…got my mojo back!  I keep thinking a blog break would be nice…but barring straitjacket, doubt it will happen🙂

e) Moving the “pantry” of food staples to a spot closer to the kitchen, I was stunned by the accumulated supplies.  Between dry and canned items—and jam-packed freezer—I could almost be competition to  neighborhood Safeway!  I’m daring to hope the pandemic may be over and forgotten before I need to shop again🙂  The abundance is a blessing…I’m glad ‘n grateful.

f) Beyond thankful the heat wave was brief!!  I don’t do hot temps well, so was ecstatic when a good rain cooled things down.  

g) “G is for Grateful to God”, my fave gratitude.  His attentive love, comfort and caring, as He hears my prayers, speaks to me…and faithfully moves on my behalf, guiding me through life’s challenges…I can’t keep Him to myself.  Skeptics abound, I used to be one.  But I KNOW that I KNOW what I KNOW:  He’s the Living LORD, Good Father who protects and provides for me.  Having proved Himself repeatedly, I’ve got NO doubts.

As I keep you in heart’s fervent daily prayers, may you feel His Presence…and discover the treasures hidden in this peculiar timeRhen

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Socially Bankrupt


Bankrupt social status

Insufficient charm left to fill

Tomorrow’s jaded needs…

The salon downtown

Where once my serial

Dramas were welcomed

No longer has interest in me

And my lace-trimmed sighs

No one comes near, now… I

Overheard it said that I’m like

A second-rate confection tray

Poor grade chocolates lacking

Sweet coconut center!

I’ve been tossed, filed away

Too old, too Yesterday

Tedious, boring… But

They’ll soon regret my

Absence, since all 5-Star

Talent’s keeping low profile

Masked and sheltered

Waiting for Broadway 

To reopen one day

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

Glad Game #8 ~ Life’s Challenges Continue!

Yep, it’s me…by whatever name, the real deal ~

Well, we made it through April, survived to see May—that’s something to be glad and grateful about!  And what a nice crowd we have to play the Glad Game…invented by Pollyanna, who never saw a cloud without a silver lining!  Let’s get started, here’s my list:

a) Much as I thoroughly enjoyed NaPoWriMo and A-to-Z, I’m thankful to have finished with half a brain intact!  Maybe it takes a pandemic for this poet to reach down deep and find enough hopeful words to fill 30 days🙂

b) I’m ecstatically grateful that God showed up to bring beautiful resolution to my grocery store crisis of April 10th.  I’m not talkin’ TP shortage…I mean, everyone’s so frazzled about Corona that there was a store-wide lack of patience, consideration, focused attention, and general regard for others.  And I wasn’t exactly a saint in this scenario, either.  The “issue” on April 10th caused me to avoid the store (avoidance being my default).

But when I ran out of Doritos, desperation set in…there was no choice but to don mask, and pray my way up the little hill to Safeway.  Prayer and humility, and a time-out, can create space for the good Lord to smooth wrinkles among flawed humans. 

I’d written a brief note to the manager (nice young man whom employees thought was my nephew)…and hoped to slip by him unnoticed.  I reached the water and soft drink aisle, where he hunted me down…my note in his hand.  He felt terrible about the bad experience I’d had—blamed himself, which is a good way to start peace talks!  The blessing was that he took time to listen and hear me—that’s all I wanted, and his promise to correct the problem. 

So there we were, alone in the aisle with our masks, not allowed to hug (social distancing)—communicating well with mutual respect, our friendly association mended and strong.  He was unaware some of the staff had tagged me as his aunt, so I mentioned that I was available to fill an honorary position—he seemed agreeable😁  Auntie L collects new nephew!

c) Okay, here’s my report on the No-Bake Chocolate Oatmeal Bars I made last week.  They’re pretty tasty, plenty chewy with the quick oats and crunchy peanut butter in ’em…so you won’t want more than one modest square.  If you’d like the recipe, leave a comment and I’ll post it🙂

Another food thankful:  I splurged on a humongous pizza (Domino’s) to celebrate completion of National Poetry Month.  Delight in every bite!

Final food note:  Cinco de Mayo is Tuesday, so I’ll be making black bean dip!  Stay tuned for results🙂

d) Grateful for a good message on “Attitude”, last week at online church.  Not to boast, but it’s gratifying when a preacher’s talking and you realize you’ve matured sufficiently to be on the same page with him🙂  The three attitudes he noted are “false positivism”, “hopeless pessimism”, and “triumphant realism”.  I used to live in the 2nd group, and despised the first one —well, hallelujah, I’m now a triumphant realist!! 

The pastor spoke of Abraham Lincoln…who really deserved a gold statuette for “Perseverance”.  Prior to his assassination, President Lincoln endured myriad setbacks throughout his personal and professional life, with heroic resilience. 

And here’s a quote from Franklin D Roosevelt:  “A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.”  Many of you know it’s difficulties which make our character great, IF we have the right attitude. The pandemic is not only a stormy sea—it offers a classroom.  Life’s challenges will continue affording us opportunity to polish our attitudes, and emerge as stalwart seamen (and women)🙂

e) I’m running long on words, so I’ll finish with my repeated, yet no-less-sincere gratitude for God’s faithful and generous goodness toward me.  And for my nonpareil readers! 

A million thank-you’s to all who visit, read and comment—your presence adds sparkle to my days.  Now, as Tracy Ullman used to say at the end of her TV program, “go home, go home!”

God bless you hugely See you next week (or tomorrow)! Rhen

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

Loving ‘Few-Words’ Frank (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 222

photo by Ryan Hafey via Unsplash

Frank’s a man of fewer words and too much time on his hands, these days.

He wanders back and forth between his painting studio, and this crazy alcove of collected stuff.

I’ve loved him since forever, but right now, I confess I just don’t “get” him…maybe when the pandemic’s over he’ll return to normal.

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