The Clock

Here is a little excerpt from my summer writing class.  I've never written poetry before.  But here is my first attempt at an "object" poem.

The Clock

Grandfather, that he is,
Stands upright in the dark front hall,
Stained mahogany coat is valued,
His dusty crevices tell a story,
Positioned there for many years, seen many things.

With a gutsy peal he alerts you,
Like Paul Revere himself,
He warns you,
If only these walls could talk,
It would be an exposing, egregious encounter.

The Story Behing The Photo

One of the assignments from my summer writing course was to compose an "imagery" poem using an old family photograph.  And here's what came out . . .


Crop Away The Edges

Striped sofa, tan and auburn

Three souls fill its cushioned sitting space,

Two older, one younger, a pup in-between,

Each holds a candid story,

Crop away the edges,

Expose the truth.

She sailed from a tropical land,

To claim a piece of the American Dream,

Smooth caramel skin coats her every inch,

The finest garments don a desirable figure,

Diamonds dance along her digits,

A cocktail in one hand, a Virginia Slim in the other,

Crop away the edges,

Expose the truth.

Ivory hair and stained teeth reveal,

A life wasted on spirits,

Old age now plagues his frail body,

Gaunt arms poke out of a cobalt shirt,

Sagging ashen skin sags like drooping curtains on a rod,

A partial smile overcomes his profile,

Peer through the lens and see,

Crops away the edges,

Expose the truth.

Perky, dimpled cheeks,

Petite dungarees and a tight brown tee,

Young lad nestled between his grandparents,

Hasn’t quite met his teens,

No daddy present, a busy momma,

Loneliness met him early,

Yet his smile shines like rays of sunshine through the leaves,

Crop away the edges,

Expose the truth.

Three souls connected by one factor,

Family is a binding tie,

Focus on the photo,

Peer into their souls,

Crops away the edges,

Expose the truth.

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Learning To Trust Him

In this chapter of life, college is a big part of my life.  Unexpectedly, I found myself with the grand idea of becoming a Registered Nurse.  Never in my life would I have dreamt of being in the medical field.  From a young age, the sight of blood made me cringe.  I could never have thought of bathing a dear woman stricken to her bed.  But here I am, dealing with blood and caring for sick people.

As with any degree, a specified number of electives are required for completion.  My understanding was that I had completed all coursework except the core nursing componenets.  As I was tearing my hair out in mid-May right before finals week, my professor announced that I was missing one elective.  Frustration overtook me.  My whining ensued.  I wanted my summer to myself.  Just to work and come home each day.  I had been looking forward to having a little leisure time on my hands.  But as I searched through the available summer classes, I realized that the only course available was creative writing.  I was interested, but skeptical.  English was my favorite subject throughout school, and I received compliments on my writing, but my internal insecurities made me doubt my abilities.  Eight weeks have passed, the course finished, and I regret ever having an attitude about taking this writing-intensive workshop.  Once again, God has proven to me that my attitude needs to cease, and my trust be solely in Him. He has me in his hands.  He knows the orchestration of my life; I'm not the pilot.  Not only have I cherished this course, but it has renewed my passion for writing and pushed me into uncharted territory in poetry.  And as I write these words, God's gentle reminder speaks to my spirit saying, "Don't fret.  Let Me lead your life.  I have you in My hands."

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11

Jesus loves you,
Molly