Allyson Howell

Tag: Poem

  • A Palm Sunday Poem

    A Palm Sunday Poem

    Even the weeds

    are lovely

    if you stop and

    take a knee

    Look close to see

    Understand

    Not a nuisance

    Not a bore

    But a semblance

    Of before

    A tiny courier

    of spring

    A song of accolades

    They sing

    A crown befitting of

    The King

  • Gasping

    Catch your breath

    on the wind —

    Let heaven fill your lungs

    with hope —

    not fear.

    And form your lips

    to the shape of praise —

    Broken and bleeding,

    torn by the air

    but still singing.

    Poem written 4/12/20 & Photo taken 6/14/22

  • 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: My Heart

    You sculpted my heart,

    From its atriums to its affections.

    My heart is from you, for you, in you

    And I keep it from you,

    Don’t use it for you,

    Forget it is in you.

    “Take my heart and let it be, consecrated,

    Lord, to thee.”

  • 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.

  • Micro Poem Monday: Dusk in the Neighborhood

    Treetops scraped with sun give

    an illusion of fall.

    Birds sing a bedtime song

    only for kids, not all.

     

     

     

  • Micro Poem Monday: An Introduction And A Poem

    Recently, I completed an eight-week writing mentorship with one of my favorite writers. It was a transformative experience and I feel more confident to step forward and be a more consistent writer. My desire is to write more. During the mentorship, we used the language of “exercising your writing muscles.” Like anyone, parts of my writing “body” are stronger than others. But, to stretch the metaphor even more, there are muscles that don’t see as much activity as others. One of those is poetry and creative reflection. I’m going to start with smaller weights, so as often as I’m able, I’ll be posting micro-poems on Mondays, starting today!

    With that introduction, here’s my very first Micro-Poem Monday, entitled Malchus. I hope you enjoy it:

    I wonder if the servant

    whose ear was cut off

    had ears to hear

    when the hand of Jesus

    cupped his face

    as He healed him.