(Dis)Arrangement of Chaos

There is a sort of beauty
in the chaotic disarrangement of nature
where no two trees are the same
where each mountain has its own unique features
where wildflowers are not arranged in columns nor rows…

yet order is found by the boundaries in place
the mountains and oceans, they each know their space
the birds of a species all know their own kind
the chaos has order that’s not hard to find
from cycles of water that keep the earth green
to the wonders of atoms too small to be seen
There’s beauty in chaos like shells found in sand
for even the chaos is held in God’s hand

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at dVerse, the prompt today is to write about the arrangement of things (or to rebel against the idea of things being arranged). I decided to go somewhere in between those two extremes. Wonder over to the dVerse site to see some fantastic artwork by Emily Blincoe – artwork based on arrangements (or visit her blog for some even more fantastic artwork.  (I chose to go a different direction than her artwork allowed, and therefore have chosen not to show any of her pieces here)

An Object’s Shadow

the way an object’s shadow
lengthens
s t r e t c h e s
e   l   o   n   g   a   t   e   s
di
……st
…………ort
…………………s
as the sun slowly marches
towards the world’s western edge
and finally blurs
to oblivion
as the curtain of night descends
…then reappears
in a form more subtle
under the winking eye of the moon

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another shadow poem for dverse.  I have no idea what it means.

I’d like to think…

I’d like to think
that the shadows of history
wouldn’t have been cast by me
had I been there
at those crucial points of the past
yet I wonder
will future generations
look and say,
“what long shadows he cast…
thinking he was enlightened?”

~~

Today at dVerse, we are playing with shadows.  This prompt got me thinking: all the sins of history are easy enough to condemn…but had I lived at the time, knowing only what my forefathers knew at the time, would I have been any better? Will future generations condemn this generation for sins that we are committing without realizing it?

I am a starving man

I am a starving man
standing before a feast
a table piled high with tender roasts,
creamy mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables,
the most delicate and delicious looking sweets
and here I am
a starving man
standing before a feast

I do not eat, but merely look

It’s not that I am forbidden from the meal:
on the contrary
I have been invited to partake and eat my fill
and yet, here I stand

My mouth waters as I smell the aromas
of gravy and sauce and herbs and meats
and yet, here I am:
A starving man
standing before a feast

for if I partook,
would I not lose my identity
as a starving man?

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today is Open Link Night at dVerse. My poem has a definite meaning, but I am choosing to share the piece without comment on the inspiration, so that you, dear readers, might see whatever message you need to see.

International Day of Peace

Oh Lord, more than ever
we need Your peace
to descend upon this earth
You must weep
when young girls are kidnapped
and forced into marriages
that have nothing to do with love
or forced to sell their bodies
for someone else’s profit
you must weep
when schools must close
due to threats of violence
you must weep
when nations rage and go to war
over differences of opinion
you must weep
at domestic abuse
at bullying
at racism
at violence and hatred of all forms
Oh Yes, Lord
more than ever
we need your peace
to descend upon this earth

As far as inventions go…

as far as inventions go,not many beat the feather
they make my pillow nice and soft
they keep my blanket cozy warm
when cut just right, they make great pens
they keep the arrow straight in flight
they help to clean up household dust
and bring out giggles when used to tickle
they make great ornamentation on folks freshly tarred
but most amazingly of all
I’ve heard that even birds have learned how to use them!

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at dVerse, we’ve been asked to ponder feathers.  I decided to go a bit tongue-in-cheek with this one…but at the same time, I think that as humans, we often have a tendency to think that everything on this planet is here for our benefit, and we forget that some things have use for other inhabitants of the planet as well