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

~~

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

~~

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

~~

for napowrimo.net (not on prompt today)

napowrimo 2018 – day 25

contents under pressure
be careful with this load
don’t bump or jostle, jar or jolt
or this jar might explode
don’t shake or rattle hit or bang
don’t place it under strain
my mind’s the thing that’s pressurized
so please don’t jounce my brain
but if you can, please, find the valve
that makes the pressure stop
please open it, ignore the hissssss…
it’s better than a POP

~~

our family has had a lot of things going on recently with our house. Today, one of those issues is (hopefully) going to be resolved…and hopefully will bring our stress level down at least a touch.
Written for the “warning labels” prompt at napowrimo.net

napowrimo 2018 – day 20

At napowrimo.net, we have been encouraged to write “rebellious” poetry – that is…poetry that speaks of rebellion, OR…a form that in some way breaks rules. One common rule in English is to write your sentences from left to right. I’ve decided to reverse that. I couldn’t figure out how to make the letters backwards too…so a mirror won’t quite help with reading this. I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it!

RORRIM

mrof ruoy eeS .rorrim eht dloheB
mron eht s’ees uoy tahw taht kniht uoY
ees uoy ecaf eht wonk uoy od tuB
?em yb nees sa ecaf ruoy ton sI

esrev siht ekil si ees uoy ecaf ehT
!esrever ni uoy setirw rorrim ehT