Useless - POEM of the MONTH!

Useless

 

You selected me

Even though I’m useless

You could walk without me

But you ask me nonetheless

 

You guide me

Even when I don’t listen

You carry me

But I struggle to hold on

 

You never leave me

But I sometimes quit

You alway love me

Though I don’t deserve it

 

You don’t need me

But you asked me nonetheless

You somehow work through me

Even though I’m useless

~

John 15:5 (ESV)

A Classic Conversation (haiku) Special Edition

 

POEM of the MONTH! - Solving Puzzles

 Solving Puzzles
 
Looking for an end piece of a round
jigsaw without the box
Trying to place an hour of tomorrow

into a minute of today
 
My rook is pinned against my king
by an opposing bishop
Instructions to go left while others
say to go right
 
What’s an eleven letter word that can
only describe where I am?
How can I use all my letters when
my tray is filled with profanity?
 
Letters from numbers in need
of a skilled decipher
From one person to another in need
of being understood
 
Aligning the colors of a Pagoda
while being colorblind
Is like arranging ducks that want
to swim and fly away
 
Somedays, it seems like it would be
easier to solve the Rubik’s cube
Than what lies before me from one
overfilled hour to the next
 
I suppose some puzzles go unsolved
or just take longer than others
Now, it’s a new morning to try again –
and try again with you

~

(If viewing this post on a phone, may I suggest turning your device horizontal.)

Leap Day Quote - Lift Others Up

 

Empty Half of the Glass - POEM of the MONTH!

Empty Half of the Glass

My glass may be half empty

On days I feel blind –

When I can see the horizon

Through the top half

Then I am full

Comments - POEM of the MONTH!

Comments
 
A work created
Sculpture

Painting
Novel
Poem
Or other art form
 
A request presented
Comments
Questions
Suggestions
Discussion
Or other forms of feedback
 
A response uncertain
Professional
Well-received
Arrogant
Personal
Or other type of reaction
 
A prepared artist
Analyzes
Adapts
Accepts
Or rejects
And considers the source
  

Midnight - Special Edition Poem

Midnight
 
There is a moment
between today
and tomorrow
when we attempt

to make sense
of the chaos; or
is it the time
between yesterday
and today? It’s not
really a question,
just sometimes –
a split second thought –
to ponder, repeatedly.
 
It is the first time
when both hands
come together. The time
when people are asleep or
celebrate a new year.
When one day spills
into another with
a spilled drink, a kiss or
slumber. When one hand
holds the other
in dreams forgotten or
nightmares shared
and creeps into tomorrow,
or is it today?
 
Is there an answer, even at
the last stroke of midnight?
Because by then,
on any given night,
most of us are asleep –
and our dreams are
too surreal, not of order.
Perhaps, there’s some clarity
in the light of midday
when our hands 

come together again.