This post completes the’ Seven Days of Noel Cinquain.’ Hope you’ve enjoyed them.
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The Advent of Christ:
Ev’ry heart that makes Him room
Is filled with His light.
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I was watching an art tutorial the other day, and the artist shared about something she had learned from a life coach that had changed her life for the good. It was the concept of determining what you give your time and energy to by always “focusing on what sparks joy.” The concept found a home in my heart as well. It’s very good advice, and I intend to follow it more in the future. In light of that fact, I offer this bit of Haiku for two reasons: Writing it sparks joy in me, and I hope reading it sparks the same joy in you.
Concrete, steel, and light —
Man-created universe —
Passion disciplined.
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Order reigns in here
Until board members take seats
And conflict begins.
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The sea is at play.
Its frisky waves punch warm sand
And roll with laughter.
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Reaching
Beyond the scope
Of my understanding
To find the substance of my life:
It’s God.
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I was rambling through my archives today and came across this poem. Thought I’d give it a fresh airing — just ’cause I like it.
Oh, I wish I were in love.
How I love to be in love!
It’s so great to be in love —
Until you’re dumped.
Oh, but love is so exciting,
With emotions all igniting,
In the favored one delighting —
‘Til you’re dumped.
I believed in sweet romance,
Loving arms in which to dance,
Titillated by a glance —
Then I got dumped.
Now, I’m not so sure of love,
It’s so hard real love to prove,
And if I don’t fall in love —
I can’t get dumped!
Perhaps I should let my faithful readers know that this poem is not based on a true story. Actually it grew out of a brief experience I had today when I turned on the car radio and heard a song from my high school days. It took me instantly back to a restaurant where I was enjoying some time with a guy I “thought” I was semi-in-love with. Our relationship never did develop into anything serious, and for a short time, I was unhappy. However, by 5 years later, I was thanking God that I never got into anything more serious with him than a mere friendship. I do pity his wife a good deal. But as I thought about that experience, I just sat down to write a poem about how we tend to fall in love with love sometimes, and — well — this is what I ended up with.
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Rainstorm
At the grocer’s.
Just as I was all done.
My cart full of goodies is now
All wet!
I too
Am now soaked through.
Left umbrella in car.
Stupid and now paying for it:
Drip, drip.
