The Suitcase

‘Mid inky midnight

I open suitcase, the

One with initials

Though I don’t know

Whose they are…

Heavy lock had once

Been unbreakable, but

Efficacy of determined

Perseverance must

Ne’er be discounted…

Inside bruised leather

Is everything I’ll need

To live out my days

As though someone

Gracious spirit, perhaps

Had ascertained what I’d

Require to remain content

Utterly independent:

There’s money, savings

Bequeathed by stranger

To provide for modest life…

One long, meander-shaped

Stone, representing my

Intrepid soul…

A piece of palest blue

(Moon at dusk)

Sea glass, symbolizing

Inmost discerning sight

And sandcastle, size

Of my hand, swathed in

Cheesecloth to protect

Keep intact…once, it housed

Tiny scurry-crabs, hermits

Now it’s my home, heart’s

Ever-here home, small yet

Spacious, it will embrace

Horn of plenty’s blessings

Suitcase-full—plus prayers

Penned in poetry, windswept

Notions, melodic dreams—

But cold-boned skeletons 

Of memories, I’ll bury at sea

They’ll never visit again…

Gulls wing near, silvered in sun

Their welcome cries greet; and

There! Sirens surface, merely to

Glimpse lone female mortal, before

Diving back to depths, their world…

Tides bring psalms, drifted from

Heaven, to become embroidery

On wavelets laced, ribbon-tied

Banners fly o’er bijou castle

I unpack simple possessions

Draw calm breaths…grateful

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

The Lavender Fields

photo by Léonard Cotte

Three Line Tales 235

The lavender went on everlastingly…

And the sun carried its redolence a million miles or more…

These intoxicating fields were where we lived a life of loving, and disappeared together…missing to the world, but not to each other, nor to God whose glory filled our every breath.

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

Peace Project, Gather Magic

Peace is heart-project

Lending itself to artists

Grief shards collectors

Fashion near-immortal works

From shimmer, shattered notions


Bits of magic shine

Like fresh fallen dewdrops ‘mid

These frangible days

Make no excuses, look ’round…

Gather each flicker, light Hope

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

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Magic” July 27, 2020

My Camelot

Fantasy is magical by design

View my Camelot: none fight battles, grow old

And certainly neither Arthur nor Lancelot

Must suffer consequences with Guinevere

Who’s no adulteress

The three live happily ever after

In friendship’s pure abiding love

Secured with inviolable cord

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

42 words prompt: Fantasy

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


©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

*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.

Held Hostage

42-Word Prompt: LOST or MORBID (or Both)

Lost in morbid thoughts

Sickening scenes, conflict

I can’t escape (uninvited

Conjured not by conscious

Mind) ~ Obsessed notions

Congregate in numbers

Lazy, loitering ‘mid sleep’s

Labyrinth; cesspool lips

Whisper curses I can’t

Obscure, obliterate ~

Memories hold me

Hostage, won’t pardon

Vacate sentence

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

Heaven’s Gala (Blessing)

“He has brought me to his banquet hall, And his banner over me is love.”

Song of Solomon 2:4, New American Standard Bible


One day in Heaven

There will be lavish gala

Full banquet table

Mouthwatering angel cake

Myriad delicacies

And giddy dancing

Like long ago, David’s* reign

Joy with King Jesus

Hearts celebrating Presence

Eternal blessings of God

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

“You have made known to me the path of life; You will fill me with joy in Your presence, with eternal pleasures at Your right hand.” Psalm 16:11, Berean Study Bible

“They feast on the abundance of your house, and you give them drink from the river of your delights.” Psalm 36:8, English Standard Bible

“Let them praise His name with dancing; Let them sing praises to Him with timbrel and lyre.” Psalm 149:3, NASB

*“And David danced before the LORD with all his might, wearing a priestly garment.” 2 Samuel 6:14, New Living Translation