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A light on a precipice high above life
My bark laden down with its cares
But my mission will not succumb to this strife
I’m kept by my dear mother’s prayers
It’s more than a subtle inkling of hope
More than an amorous poem
In foam-crusted tempest my vessel will cope
As my mother’s prayers lead me home
Faithful trivet in life’s testing flame
A glow in the chill of December
In my mind I hear her whisper my name
As I genuflect and remember
Janet Martin
Sunday Wordle words are; 1.December, 2.vanilla, 3.precipice, 4.subtle, 5. Inkling, 6. Bark, 7.crusted, 8.laden, 9.genuflect,10. mission, 11.amorous, 12. trivet
Okay, the title is a stretch, I admit…but I wanted to use vanilla!
I also had not quite used up all my light-house ideas from 'real-toads' this week so this is what decided my theme for the first crack at these words...
I look forward to your poems, Janet, and really appreciate your writing style. This is a lovely piece. The last stanza is spectacular. You have created such reverence and poignancy.
ReplyDeleteYou're allowed to stretch!
ReplyDeleteI appreciate the unobtrusive use of rhyme in this piece.
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Thank-you Marianne. I always appreciate your words of kindness.
ReplyDeleteMagical Mystical Teacher,
ReplyDeleteThat is the great thing about poetry!
...and yes, I am a sucker for rhyme but I really am trying to stretch from my comfort zone now and then.
Very impressive, Janet. You are not a 'sucker' for rhyme -- you bare very good with it. An exemplary wordle poem!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem about a mother's love and how it can carry her child through life's storms. Not vanilla at all. Well done. :)
ReplyDeleteIf this wordle did not stretch your comfort zone, nothing will. An amazing submission. The lighthouse, with its double meaning, made it twice as strong.
ReplyDeleteOh Mike, I thank you...
ReplyDeleteMary and Traci, Thank-you for blessing me with your kind thoughts.
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