Challenge: Daily Poetry 2020
Contents
January 2020
1/1/20
- 7 Poems
- 45 lines
So Many Things (poem)
So many things that I should write
If words would come, my day be bright
And shiny then, but now so dull
I pray for rain 'fore I must go
The Days (poem)
Hello there again
A new year is come
The days are our friends
More great than the sum
Of hours between
Both good and the bad
I give thanks and believe
In all that I had
The Sharp Chill (poem)
For N
Missing you is a knife-sharp breath
Like my lungs on a winter's day
Breathing in the sharp chill
Where is warmth? Where is love?
You were always my fill
SPAG (poem)
I am asked to punctuate and capitalize properly
And there is a part of my heart that just balks
There's a breath and a cadence I'm trying to say
And hope in between all the words that it talks
New Light (poem)
Good morning to a brand new year!
I say goodbye to all my fear:
And leave it as I find new light—
The days ahead are shining bright.
letters to our (poem)
we write letters to our friends and call it journal
these steps along the way of our own journey
no one knows our heart but we ourselves
but we set them out on fancy shelves
and open up the doors and windows—"Shop!
and buy my wares, if only you would stop,"
we kindly say, our invitation warm
and buffer me, we dream, through life's long storm
of saints (poem)
joy is of the saints
I theme I find in mind a lot
where do I fit within this slot?
have I a tongue and does it sing?
what happiness do I bring
or find is brought to me?
there are moments that I see
what looks like joy that feints
my fingers slip, I need
to find another creed
that amplifies my hope
for this is the way I cope
1/2/19
New Start (poem)
A new day breaks
Upon my heart
A promise here
Is your new start
And so with open
Hands I take
My brand new choices
Mine to make
Prayers, Series III, #001 (poem)
I thank You, God of all good things
For love, for hope, for family
And pray for more of Your great strength
To hold me close and grant me wings
A Blade of Grass (poem)
Hope is a blade of grass, the herb of the field
Any scattered seed may grow and find the light
Above the dust of the earth, fed by the Spirit
Until we reach the sun and linger near it
Different (poem)
Hope burns in my heart
Today will be different
My eyes will see a new light
And find a new end
only for you (poem)
For F and Y
quiet awaits me in moments
hidden behind closed doors
you draw me out, you wish me
to be more like before
I open my eyes and whisper
only when you's who it's for
