Allyson Howell

Category: Micro Poem Monday

  • Micro-Poem Monday: Tears

    Tears conceived in loss

    Born in pain

    Hot they strike

    Lukewarm they stagger

    Then cold

    Only to become

    An emblem worn

    On the chest

    Heavy but valiant

  • Micro Poem Monday: Rain

    In the moment before rain writes

    its story on the pavement —

    Tension, tight with yearning in the

    air

    Like a friend with a secret to

    share.

    A breeze, a breath,

    Colder than before, yet somehow warm.

    And then — release.

    Tears of truth wet the ground

    beneath.

  • Micro Poem Monday: Standing

    X marks the spot

    Where we stand

    Apart.

    Our hearts drowned with grief

    Yearning for buried treasure,

    For arms crisscrossed around bodies,

    Not to suffocate

    But to grant a sigh of relief.

    We long to feel it

    But for now we stand.

  • Micro Poem Monday: Surrender

    Tap the reservoir for a drip

    Only enough to fill my eyes

    Rather,

    Relentless rapids

    I either suffocate or

    Surrender

  • Micro Poem Monday: Chasing Feelings

    Behold your apathy

    Your jealousy

    Your anxiety

    Stare deep and you will find

    A twinkle of truth in their eyes

    Look too long and you will become what you behold

    But chase them into the rabbit hole

    You will find them seated

    At the Throne

    Ready to tell the real story

    Of what you fear most

    The King created them

    To magnify our longing

    So we can turn

    And magnify Him

  • Micro Poem Monday: Anointing

    His body, soon to be broken

    My jar, broken for that day

    When he pours out His blood for me

    So I pour out this fragrance for Him

    Preparing Him for Death

    While He prepares me for Life

    Based on Mark 14:3-9

  • Micro Poem Monday: Eyes

    Brighten my eyes

    Give me a telephoto lens

    to see You

    Otherwise

    My eyes will roll back

    And I will see only in my head

     

    (Psalm 13)

  • Micro-Poem Monday: A Prayer for Kanye

    The belly of the bird isn’t full of seeds

    The rays of the sun haven’t shriveled the roots

    The grip of the sharp thorn hasn’t stopped his breath

    Not yet

    God continue your great deeds

    God bring forth bountiful fruits

    God keep your servant from death

    Jesus be King

    (Matthew 13:3-23)

  • Micro-Poem Monday: Earth’s Voice

    The ocean cries, “fear the Lord!”

    The skies sing, “glory to God!”

    The sun proclaims, “all power is His!”

    And the tree whispers:

    “I change,

    but He doesn’t.”

  • Micro-Poem Monday: Time

    I watch the second hand

    wave at the numbers

    as he chases the sun.

    I trust him more than I should.