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Sunday, December 4, 2011
These Prayers are not Vanilla
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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.
Whirling Haiku
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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