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
Tag: Poetry
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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
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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
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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)
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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)
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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.”
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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.
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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.
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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.
Allyson Howell 