Again Then

Time does not come
Tied-up
In pretty ribbons
Red and Blue,
More evidently
Purple –
Green of a stubborn
Bruise,
An ebony night, or
Sun bright raging
Thirsty day
When
That is, the harrowing
Cold is
Out of season.

Prizes
Are rare and never
Given for participation,
No,
Those gains only come
With blood, sweat, pain –
Paid
Perhaps by generations
Who strive to keep
Love, faith, effort alive;
Tears,
Prayers over many years
Are not just present,
The future
Is also their target;

Entreating God
His mercy, grace to
Unleash
That survivors remain
Christ’s love to proclaim –
Overcoming
Overwhelming dangers, trials,
Through the continual
Outworking of individual salvation.

Cred

Near Miss

Death
Threatened
In those glasses
Too many,
Unknowingly –
Thought safe
Enough.
So often called
Demon Rum,
Admittedly,
The name is not
Wrong –
But apt.
Life stealing,
Jerking
Into the throes
Of sickness,
Damnable –
In its viciousness.
Recovery, tortoise
Slow demanding
Sleep,
More,
More.
The palate seared
Stomach destroyed
Nevermore –
Not ever to try
Again, to find
Some
Consolation in
Contents of
A reflective
Bottle.

Meaning

The definition
Of ourselves is uncontained
Though we trip over
Who we believe ourselves to
Be on ordinary days.

If we could see who
We are beyond the mirrors
The definition
Of our beloved desires
Might become fit for ourselves.

We may know our worth
Only told in lightning flashes
Suspended briefly
The definition above
Our limits of faith, knowledge.

Cool, cool, the water
We bathe over minds aflame
Trying to search out
A purpose, reason, needed
To give life definition.

Over a lifetime
We may find God, the Living
Definition, all
Understanding given us
Proving life miraculous.

In this poem I made each stanza in the form of a tanka. If you notice I like to do this often.

As a prompt, use a form or pattern to create a work. Adapt whatever you choose to your use.

Un

It makes no sense to
Apologize
For the things never done.

No one
Knows the missing pieces,
The nothings –

Are rightly or wrongly
Hidden,
Forests of time give cover.

Unseen
Actions, beings, creations,
Undiscovered.

However, whatever, whoever
May,
Shall never be – unless set free –

Unreality!

As a prompt, create something about the withholdings of existence.