Random Poetry…”At Montana’s”

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At Montana’s™,
a poem on brown
paper is rash,
for at the end
of the meal,
the poem
ends up trash

~~

a bit of “random poetry” that I wrote today at Montana’s.  I always wonder if the people who work there ever read what is written on the brown paper “table cloth”, or if it just ends up in the trash can.

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A river flowed here once

A river flowed here once. Swift, some seasons
and some times more of a trickle – but yet
always it flowed. Birds came, with good reason
for it was full of fish. I’d see them get
one after another until they could
barely fly. Trees grew there too – mostly birch
with bark that would peel off – yielding a good
kindling for bonfires. And you need search
no further than that river in fall to
see the most beautiful oranges and reds
when the leaves changed colour. Each day was new:
from when we rose to when we found our beds

But dry seasons came (as dry seasons must)
Once there was a river. Now there is dust.

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Sharing with dVerse Poets’ Pub for Open Link Night. It’s been a while since I’ve been there…time to go back!

napowrimo 2018 – day 28

Although I’d said the bridge could stay
I asked how one could stop the night
He said, “a bridge, for I’M the Way,
and as for dark? I AM the light!”

“your former wall that touched the sky
would sooner harm than save your soul
for it was built upon the lie
that earthly things could make you whole”

“your wall was built on naught but chalk
and blocked not dark, but stopped the dawn
This bridge is built on solid rock
for I’M the rock it’s built upon

though now I might face fear and strife
Christ’s bridge has brought eternal Life

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my last two sonnets began a story, but I felt that the story remained incomplete. The story is still, perhaps, not complete, but I think that in these concluding 14 lines, I have more clearly said what was merely metaphor in the previous 2 sonnets.

napowrimo 2018 – day 27

my wall was now a crumbled mess
and to the world I was exposed
I thought that somehow I was less
“I must rebuild it” I supposed

but now, I thought, I’d try to find
a mason who could build the wall
to greater heights – a wall refined
and strong so it would never fall!

I found a man both kind and wise
who knew the craft – just o’er the ridge
He said, “a wall you would despise
so let me build, instead, a bridge!”

I had some doubts, I must confess
but with that bridge, I’m truly blessed

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off prompt again for napowrimo. Today’s sonnet forms a sequel to the sonnet I wrote yesterday.

napowrimo 2018 – day 26

day by day and year by year
I built a wall up stone by stone
each layer made that wall more dear
though I was weary to the bone

a wall to keep my loved ones near
to keep at bay the things that harm
to drive away the things of fear
and there I dwelt both safe and warm

but then one day I found a chink
a crack within my mighty wall
and quicker than a single blink
I saw the stones begin to fall

because in me I placed my trust
my fortress crumbled into dust

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for napowrimo.net (not on prompt today)