Posts filed under ‘Poetry’

ODE TO ALLERGIES

NOSE-pollen.jpg

It started as a little thing, a slight lump in my throat

An achy feeling in my bones that barely rocked my boat

I felt certain if I rested for a night or so

I’d wake up in the morning feeling fine and good-to-go

But the next day to my dismay a cold had taken hold

Tho thankfully the short-lived kind that dies before it’s old

Yet in its place a stronger foe much harder to appease

Rose up with a vengeance…I was seized with allergies!

Not the mild “achoo’s” one gets from smelling flowers

But the Richter-scale repeaters that rock your world for hours

Sneezing, wheezing, barely breathing, watering eyes and snotty nose

Eyeballs popping, never stopping – on and on and on it goes

Progress freezing, sanity teasing, nothing easing, nothing helps

Sputtering, coughing, in the offing now your sneezes sound like yelps

Snuffling, snorting, gasping, rasping, fighting hard for every breath

Frenzied fits of screaming sneezes after which there’s nothing left

But to simply wait it out beneath a dampened rag

And hope and pray for better days you don’t look like a hag

Or pause mid-sentence to await with crinkled nose and grimace

The random Twilight Zone attack of your allergic menace

 

 

 

 

 

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April 14, 2016 at 9:08 AM Leave a comment

DAY 21: LEAVING THE HOUSE

hands holding house

Here’s another bit of rhyme from the poetry archives…slightly revised. Thankfully this isn’t my experience EVERY day, yet we can all relate to good intentions gone astray.

I’m not agoraphobic
Of that you can be certain
My domicile and I for miles
Have parted without hurtin’

Yet some might still mistake me
For such a timid mouse
Because it seems that lately…
I cannot leave the house!

Every morning I awake
With plans to go outside and play
Yet some evenings I regret
I haven’t left the house quite yet

I start out for a walk to find
I’ve left my keys or hat behind
Or haven’t had my breakfast yet
Or made my bed, or fed the pet

Or checked my email or my texts
Or read the news to see what’s next
Or cleaned or dusted in a week
By then it’s noon, and time to eat

After lunch I need a rest
They say a brief nap is the best
I reach to flip on the TV
They say it helps you get to sleep

At three I wake up with a start
A sinking feeling in my heart
I haven’t made it out the door
And pretty soon it’s pushing four

With panicked step I grab my gear
I really must get out of here
I find my hat, my keys, my glasses
But my feet move like molasses

My hand is on the doorknob when
I pause to stop and think again…

You know the heat this time of day
Can cause a stroke I’ve heard them say
Perhaps an after-dinner stroll
Would not take quite as big a toll?

There’s plenty I could do til then
Like post a tweet or call a friend
Or write a blog post for an hour
Or do my nails or take a shower

Or cook a meal or order dinner
I hear that new restaurant’s a winner
A Netflix movie, maybe two
I liked the last one best…and you?

And pretty soon it’s time for bed
My hubby nods his sleepy head
And asks me as he toddles off
“Hey did you ever take that walk?”

Which stops me in my tracks
As I realize once again
I’ve failed all day to make it out
And instead spent the day “all in”

No, I’m not agoraphobic
Of that I’ll never grouse
Cuz what I’m most afraid of

…is NOT leaving my house!

November 21, 2014 at 4:32 PM Leave a comment

DAY 15: LIFE IN THE GAP

 

GAP in freeway (with skyline)

Life in the gap…

 

I started this poem in 2009 and finished it in 2014. Funny how some things never change: Like our utter dependence on the Author of the story…to help us live out our particular chapter.

 

IGNORANT I’m not

Though in truth wish I were

Cuz then I’d have an alibi

For why my life’s a blur

 

A waterloo of follow-through that never quite completes

A host of good intentions never ever quite set free

 

INSIGHTFUL yet unable

To apprehend the how

Of letting things I understand

Inhabit here and now

 

An undertow of “I don’t know” that dulls my aching mind

Til in the end I comprehend my clever sight’s gone blind

 

My ERRATIC GPS

has left me broken-hearted

From jumping off high cliffs

And landing where I started

 

It’s time that I surrendered and found a source of strength

Beyond myself and my own will to get me past the brink

 

IGNORANT He’s not

Of how the pieces fit

He knows just when to start

And when it’s time to quit

 

He knows which tangents slow me up and which ones spur me on

And patiently He whispers until on me it dawns

 

INSIGHTFUL of the plan

The one that’s in His heart

He focuses my flailing

So I can play my part

 

So unafraid of twists and turns is my intrepid Guide

That He can work it all for good while I enjoy the ride

 

EMPOWERED by the freedom

To pick and choose within

The path that I have chosen

In partnership with Him

 

woman leaping across cliff (blue background)

“Suddenly God, your light floods my path . . . I vault the high fences.
 What a God!” 2 Samuel 22:29

November 15, 2014 at 1:32 PM 2 comments

DAY 11: ATROPHY

 

I’m knee-deep in projects this week so this is yet another poem from the archives, slightly revised. The original version appeared in a literary journal, my first in fact, which tickled me no end – especially given the content of the poem! 

 

Nothing quite right.

Nothing quite wrong.

Just endless thoughts of me and my endless thoughts.  Exhausting.

 

Anxiety wells up with each passing moment…

 

Why haven’t these “raw materials” added up to more by now?

Why haven’t you accomplished more with your life?
 

Quick, what can I accomplish before lunch that will ease

this crushing underachievement?

 

This failure to launch.

 

This atrophy that seizes the half-opened rose and freezes it in place.
 

Then slowly it dawns…
 

Could atrophy nipping at my heels actually be a gift?

 

A nagging-yet-necessary reminder that time is short and those little daily choices oh-so-precious.

 

Do I beat atrophy at its own game by making it my friend?

 

Or better still, befriending its Giver…

 

…who limited our time in this fallen world

as a gift of mercy in the first place?

 

November 11, 2014 at 3:32 PM 2 comments

DAY 9: ADJECTIVELY SPEAKING

SAD FACE - HAPPY FACE (red-green)

I found this poem in the archives a few years back. What started out as a fun grammar exercise ended up as something much deeper. Hope you enjoy it…
 

TROUBLED by life as I find it

SMOTHERED when good is erased

BOTHERED by life that is pointless

SKEWERED by points that I chase

 

EMPTY when life has no meaning

FEARFUL enough’s not enough

SHAMED if I think on things too long

BLAMED if I speak off the cuff

 

LOST to find life so elusive

CRUSHED when it seems nothing lasts

BATTERED by hoping and losing

SHATTERED when dreams fade too fast

 

But then I discover I’m CHERISHED

TREASURED by someone it’s clear

To Him I am quite IRREPLACEABLE

LOVED simply because I am here

 

CONNECTED to something outside me

To Someone who’s LIVING and NEAR

EMBOLDENED by love that won’t leave me

ENLIVENED to face my worst fears

 

EXPECTANT yet taking it slowly

EXHAUSTED from holding my ground

Both CAUTIOUS and HOPEFUL all rolled into one

Still searching, yet already FOUND

 

November 9, 2014 at 3:15 PM Leave a comment

DAY 8: THE DANCE

WOMAN DANCING - over intersections

 

 Today was a brain clutter day.

 

Too many tasks. Too little time.

 

Too little energy. Too much overwhelm.

 

Like crazy intersecting highways, my “ought to’s” jumbled together til I hardly knew what to think, much less where to start.

 

Not sure what else to do, after breakfast I started slogging my way through the list – when suddenly I felt an almost irresistible urge to dance.

 

That’s what I said:  DANCE.

 

Out of nowhere.

 

The desire welled up inside me, and before I knew it I leapt to my feet.

 

Soon I was dancing my way round the kitchen table, shouting out truth in singsongy fashion to whoever or whatever happened to be listening. Like a child crying out to to her father – or rather a child crying out about her father for all the world to hear.  In that moment, anything and everything I knew for certain came rushing out: especially Scripture. Declaring truth suddenly seemed the most desperately important thing in the whole wide world. It was the most fully alive I’d felt in weeks.

 

Eventually my mind caught up with my heart – and it all made sense.

 

I was being called to the dance – compelled to blurt out truth and celebrate it – in spontaneous warfare against all that tried to suppress it, thwart it, or kill it.

 

I was driving out the overwhelm. Singing away the darkness.

 

Flushing my heart with reality. Paving the way with truth.

 

I didn’t have to sit and take it. I’d been given the tools to fight back.

 

“This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be GLAD in it!”  

Psalm 118:24

 

And so I danced.

 

November 8, 2014 at 8:46 PM Leave a comment

Leaving the House

Sometimes the simplest things…can be the toughest!

I’m not agoraphobic
Of that you can be certain
My domicile and I for miles
Have parted without hurtin’

Yet some might still mistake me
For such a timid mouse
Because it seems that lately
I cannot leave the house!

Every morning I awake
With plans to go outside and play
Yet most evenings I regret
I haven’t left the house quite yet

It’s not exactly that I fear it…
But simply that I can’t get near it!

I start out for a walk to find
I’ve left my keys or hat behind
Or haven’t had my breakfast yet
Or made my bed, or fed the pet

Or checked my email or my texts
Or read the mail to see what’s next
Or cleaned or dusted in a week
By then it’s noon, and time to eat

After lunch, I need a rest
They say a brief nap is the best
I reach to flip on the TV
They say it helps you get to sleep

At three I wake up with a start
A sinking feeling in my heart
I haven’t made it out the door
And pretty soon it’s pushing four

With panicked step I grab my gear
I really must get out of here!
I find my hat, my keys, my glasses
Although I’m moving like molasses

My hand is on the doorknob when
I pause to stop and think again
You know, the heat this time of day
Can cause a stroke, I’ve heard them say

Perhaps an after-dinner stroll
Would not take quite as big a toll?

There’s plenty I could do til then
Like post a tweet or call a friend
Or write a blog post for an hour
Or do my nails or take a shower

Or cook a meal or order dinner
I hear that new restaurant’s a winner
A Netflix movie, maybe two
I like the last one best, do you?

And pretty soon it’s time for bed
My hubby nods his sleepy head
And asks me as he toddles off,
“Hey…did you ever take that walk?”

Which stops me in my tracks
As I realize once again…
I’ve failed all day to make it out
And instead spent the day “all in”

No, I’m not agoraphobic
Of that I’ll never grouse
Cuz my biggest fear of all…
Is NOT ever leaving my house!

November 1, 2011 at 3:37 PM 17 comments


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