What does God see when He looks at me? Is He proud of me? How could He be? Good is what I want to be, but I mostly only see the weak inside of me. He must be able to really see so much more in me, for how much he loves me has truly… Continue reading The Question
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Herb (a Name Poem)
Holding strong and green in your pot, Ever scenting up the patio, Ready for clipping, cooking and baking Bursting flavors upon the tongue.
A Military Life (a Haiku)
Moving all around New friends, home, school, church, neighbors Missing permanence.
Morning Strudel (a Haiku)
Strawberry seeping toasty pastry melting goo too hot to pick up.
French Toast (a Haiku)
Maple syrup coats Fried eggy cinnamon bread Side of lil' smokies.
Peony (A Horatian Ode)
Dark speared leaves reach high and higher, after they burst forth from the earth. Observers... we watch... we wait. Bud soars above the greens, a soldier towering to keep watch. Until the bulbous flower brims with substance too heavy for the body. It sways... it dips and bends... eventually slumps back to earth, exhausted. Oh… Continue reading Peony (A Horatian Ode)
Friend (A Cinquain Poem)
Friend Kind, funny Supporting, crying, laughing Filled with compassion Sister.
Hunger (a Haiku)
Clenching my stomach, Gasping and writhing in pain, I need a sandwich.
Dawn Marie Paul 