Vulnerable Limbo

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dVerse Poetics:  Limbo

Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #103 – Vulnerable – This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 21 words.

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Lost in a season of limbo

deafening sounds of silence

soul…stripped bare naked

vulnerable beyond desire

intimacy with the Unknown.

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Word Count: 21

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Road Of Waiting – Tanka

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sometimes the wait road

seems to go on a long time

in silent volumes

where the tears wept are unheard

until they’re kissed by Comfort

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Matthew 5:4 (NIV)

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

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Waiting To Exhale

Twittering Tales #132 – April 16, 2019

Each Tuesday Kat will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. 

After staying up all night to muster up the courage

to make the most important call of her life,

she left a message and stood outside

the booth staring at the phone

waiting in silent, bated breath for the phone

to ring and hear love return her call…

so she could finally exhale.

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Word Count:  278

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The Sorrows Of Silence

BrewNSpew Cafe – Word Of The Week

doldrums – (noun) – a state or period of inactivity, stagnation, or depression. Synonyms – inactive, quiet, slow, slack, sluggish, subdued, inert, flat, dull.

Taiki-chū no chinmoku (The Silence of Waiting)

Each day a new day

the refreshment of new things

don’t always come to pass

some days the doldrums

of the sorrows of silence

take hold once again

as I long for the Presence

to speak the promises I await

but waiting to hear seems

to be my only fate

nature’s seasons are but months

but the soul’s seasons can be years

filled with so many tears

holding on can become a weary task

it is then I must drink from Hope’s flask

to continue on to my future’s promised destiny.

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Here I Sit – Whimsical Freestyle Poem

MLMM Photo Challenge #215

Use the image as inspiration for a poem or short story.

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Here I sit all alone
forsaken and forgotten
wondering…if I’ll ever
be needed again

I used to belong to
a one handed man
I was faithful and loyal
keeping his one hand
warm and protected
for years I was his best friend

Then, one day, he decided
to get a prosthetic right hand
now he had two and I
was no longer needed

So, here I sit all alone
forsaken and forgotten
waiting for another hand
to make me his own.

When The God Of Hatred Is Shown

When The God Of Hatred Is Shown

When the God of hatred who is suppose to be love
is shown to the less fortunate souls
it writhes the spirit through barren seasons…
of a joyless spring
of a sunless summer
of a black and white Autumn
of a blizzard blinding Winter
lost in an unending maze
with no hope of an end in sight
frozen in a disquieted haze
Heavy is this burden to carry
sinking down into the sea of depression
where breath is a chore to achieve
and eyes burn sanguine from unending grieve
Now, the well has run dry
no longer do the tears cry
instead are left to remain unspoken
in the dry and barren land of ashen
Hungry, oh the soul is so hungry
a bottomless pit of heightened despair
cries the soul this is not fair
chosen to be the object of hatred
and looked upon as putrid
Here is where the spirit is left to sojourn
in the shadowed valley of scorn’s burn
when will there be a dawn?
where love and acceptance will fawn?
and God’s churches will no longer practice strife
instead pour out love that raises the soul’s life
and stop the proclamations of loving God
while in actions hating the begotten Son
for to reject a less fortunate sister or brother
is to reject the Son, the Spirit, and the Father
when will the leaders stop presenting themselves as God
while looking down upon others as horribly flawed?
For this God of hatred is what is shown
when the less fortunate soul, the church chooses to disown

34 I am giving you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, so you too are to love one another. 35 By this everyone will know that you are My disciples, if you have love and unselfish concern for one another.” (John 13:34-35 AMP 2015)

15 Everyone who hates (works against) his brother [in Christ] is [at heart] a murderer [by God’s standards]; and you know that no murderer has eternal life abiding in him. 16 By this we know [and have come to understand the depth and essence of His precious] love: that He [willingly] laid down His life for us [because He loved us]. And we ought to lay down our lives for the believers. 17 But whoever has the world’s goods (adequate resources), and sees his brother in need, but has no compassion for him, how does the love of God live in him? 18 Little children (believers, dear ones), let us not love [merely in theory] with word or with tongue [giving lip service to compassion], but in action and in truth [in practice and in sincerity, because practical acts of love are more than words]. (1 John 3:15-18 AMP 2015)

Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit [through factional motives, or strife], but with [an attitude of] humility [being neither arrogant nor self-righteous], regard others as more important than yourselves. (Philippians 2:3 AMP 2015)

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All That Lies Broken

MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt #232 – It’s All In The Title

Prompt – Choose one or more of the titles below and fashion a poem or story around it.

All That Lies Broken

All that lies broken
are unrejoiced bones  
buried beneath
the Devil’s shack
that was once full of life
until the watermill stopped
only to create life-taking strife
now these broken bones
lie still in wait
hoping to dance
once again
to the sound
of the living stream
and drink
the life-giving water
to thirst naught
in the lingering darkness
buried in the graveyard
of the soul

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