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OctPoWriMo Day 31

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I participated in two challenges this month, OctPoWriMo and Inktober. To make it easier on myself, I planned to write a new poem on odd-numbered days and make a drawing on even-numbered days.

I managed to write 13 poems this month, a little short of the 16 I had hoped for. One poem never got off the ground (maybe it will fly yet), and two days I just didn’t get the time. But I so appreciate the work of the volunteers who came up with the challenge prompts and encouraged all the participants. There are some great new poems out there!

Today’s prompt is peaceThe prompt post includes a video of John Lennon’s song Imagine.

I am a huge Beatles fan and I love almost everything Lennon ever wrote. Except the lyrics to Imagine. My poem is sort of a rebuttal of the song.

heaven

believe there is a heaven

this world is closer to hell than I ever want to be
full of chaos and hate, murder and destruction
a polluted ecosystem wreaking revenge
with water and fire and wind and ice

if it weren’t for heaven, why would I endure
the pain, the scorn that is my lot,
the hardship, the illness, the loneliness
death would be the logical escape

but the truth is: we have a loving God
Who created the world in perfection
Who redeemed it with His own blood
Who longs to be our Companion forever

the One who determined the laws of nature
holds me safe in His arms
His Word comforts and consoles me
and that is where I find peace

©ARHuelsenbeck

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OctPoWriMo Day 1

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I am participating in two challenges this month, OctPoWriMo and InktoberTo make it easier on myself, I’m trying to write a new poem on odd-numbered days and make a drawing on even-numbered days.

The prompt for Day 1 is The Dark Night of the Soul. Morgan Dragonwillow posted this gorgeous music video that is just the right background for my poem.

Drowning Soulfire

The chaos of soulfire exploding on the pitchblack horizon
Like the awakening of a million fireworks
Swirls bursting into blooms of pain
Scorching blazes burning bones bare
Can anyone extinguish the anguish
Can flames blossom into fragrant spring bouquets

Drown me in polar seas
Let my heart melt ancient glaciers
So I unleash galloping floodwaters
Wiping out surfers and whalespouts
Knocking down monuments and lofty towers
Eliminating memory illuminating despair

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NaPoWriMo2019 #28

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Platypus-sketch

Platypus

The platypus looks like a joke.
Though he’s covered with fur,
His mouth is like a duck’s bill,
And his front feet are webbed.
His tail is flat like a beaver’s.
On his back foot he has a spike
That he uses to poison his enemies.
He loves to swim.
His mama lays eggs,
And when the babies hatch,
They lap milk that leaks through her skin
And pools on her belly.

©ARHuelsenbeck

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NaPoWriMo2019 #24

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Latin_dictionary by Dr. Marcus Gossler

Photo by Dr. Marcus Gossler

See

Sectorial
Secular
Secularization
Secund
Secundine
Secundogeniture
Secundum
Securance
Securement
Securiform
Sedation
Sedentary
Sedurant
Sedgy
Sediment
Sedimentation
Sedition
Seducer
Seductress
Sedulity
Sedum
See

©ARHuelsenbeck

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NaPoWriMo2019 #12

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Rings for My Daughters

My first-born, my princess.
Don’t tell your sisters, but you have always been my favorite.
And because you are my favorite, I have a priceless gift for you.
When Dad told his family he wanted to marry me,
His mother and his two aunts each gave him a ring.
One held an emerald, and the others, multiple diamonds.
Dad couldn’t choose one to be my engagement ring;
Instead, he designed a setting with the emerald
Surrounded by ten diamonds.
No woman has ever had an engagement ring like this;
It’s unique in all the world, and now it’s yours.

My middle child, my sunshine.
Don’t tell your sisters, but I’ve always loved you best.
And because I love you best, I have a priceless gift for you.
You know your grandmother called you Precious
Because that’s what you were to her.
When I was a teenager, my mother gave me an aquamarine ring
That she brought with her from Germany
When she and Opa emigrated to the United States.
Because she loved that ring, it was precious to me.
It just seems right that I give Oma’s ring to her precious granddaughter.

My baby, my cupcake.
Don’t tell your sisters, but you are the light of my life.
And because you are my light, I have a priceless gift for you.
When I was in college, I fell in love with a saxophone player.
I thought we would get married.
He gave me an amethyst ring. I thought it was my engagement ring.
But then he changed. He became distant. He stopped telling me he loved me.
I changed. I didn’t like that college anymore and transferred
To one closer to home.
He missed me and wanted me back and wrote to tell me
He was coming to see me over spring break.
But by that time I’d met your Dad, and I knew he was The One.
I wrote the saxophone player to stay home.
I never wore the ring again. But now I’d like you to have it.

©ARHuelsenbeck

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NaPoWriMo2019 #11

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Wandering

My childhood in a small town consisted
of playing outside and wandering around the neighborhood,
sometimes with friends and sometimes alone.
The town’s volunteer fire department and first aid squad
were summoned by siren.
My mother’s rule was:
when you hear the siren, come home so I know
you’re okay; then you can go out again.

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My husband and I raised our children
in the city. They were not free to wander. Times had changed;
outside was not safe without adult supervision.
I rarely permitted them even to walk to school.
One summer the kids and I attended family church camp.
The children longed to wander in the woods.
I tried to keep my eyes on all of them, telling them
they had to stay within my vision. The elders advised,
“Let them go. They’re safe here.”
Releasing them to wander was one of the hardest things I’d ever done,
but it was the first time they experienced the freedom that
characterized my own childhood. As I walked in the forest,
I stumbled upon my own kids scrambling over boulders or
hanging from high tree branches. I experienced paradoxical
emotions of joy and panic at not being in control.
Back home we reverted to the usual rules. Better safe than sorry.

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Now retired, my children grown, I often wander alone
through vast desert mountain parks. Though many others hike the trails,
they are only within my sight momentarily;
they walk so much faster than I, and the rises and dips and
the vegetation hide them from view.
My husband and my children express concern
over my solitude in the wilderness, and of course,
their point is valid; but I feel safe and content as
I wander.

©ARHuelsenbeck

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NaPoWriMo2019 #9

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Why Dogs are Better than Cats

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Dogs are happy to see you when you get home.
Dogs can play fetch with you.
Dogs can watch TV with you.
You can drop food you don’t like on the floor
and your dog will eat the evidence.
Dogs will protect you from intruders.
You can take a dog for a walk.
Dogs wag their tails.
Dogs can do tricks.
Dogs are so cute.

©ARHuelsenbeck

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