Where does a prayer end? Does it drop like a tear Into the dirt and there dissolve in mud Or like a vapor rise and fade into thin air? Let it run like a river of air where choler Will push or pull the muse’s mood For prayer is semi-divine, the illicit talk Of aContinue reading “Where Does a Prayer End?”
Author Archives: rootsrewound
Liberty
Starch resistant survivors scratching existence out of mountain sides, Turning rocks into bread and weeping as covetous kings steal lambs, Will rise like rivers and sweep restraint into the sea. Liberty is a peasant woman seeking to feed her children And she teaches them first to die Before surrendering to the oppression of the un-likeminded,Continue reading “Liberty”
A Lament
You are there when hope fails. As relentless as dust in the desert. You, the architect of Artic desolation, Biding time with plans For the expanse of a soul laid bare. Is it not still enough now? Must more be planed from my ruin? Can’t You, the above all You, build with spoiled stone, WithContinue reading “A Lament”
First Ever Writer’s Workshop
Yesterday, I registered for my first ever writer’s workshop. Write on the Sound in Edmonds, Washington (https://www.edmondswa.gov/government/departments/cultural_services/write_on_the_sound). I can’t do the whole workshop, but I registered for one of the full days on the weekend. To be honest, I can’t say that I am excited or happy. I am, in fact, terrified. I am positiveContinue reading “First Ever Writer’s Workshop”
Votive
The votive of this sleepless night (Only peeked at by the moon As she hurriedly turns away Across the sky and seeks to hush The giddy stars into a somber mirthless march Until dawn can come to hide the sight By her greater light) Is left untouched consuming the wick And puddling the wax ThatContinue reading “Votive”
Impressionist
Do we know the beauty we create? Each word, act dropped like paint to the canvas. All pigment, all hue, all color run together. Brightness unclutched by restraining hands. A madness of unfinished Intention, There muddled until flashing into recognition. (Unwritten design drawn from us like music From a deep-souled violin and laid on air)Continue reading “Impressionist”
Dawn
Do you know how the dawn breaks? How that light lifts the lid of night, Tints this world in fiery glow To a birdsong soundtrack, And pulls the soul from slumber?
Hello World!
This is where I tell you why this blog is here. Yes, I have had a blog before and it went pretty much nowhere. And yes, I am trying again, because my goals haven’t changed. 1) I want to get my poetry published! And 2) I want to get my poetry read! I know IContinue reading “Hello World!”
Table
Joy is in the wheeling gulls at play above the surf. Peace is in the quilt of sun laid across the day. Bliss to feel the sun and hear the waves. Bliss to watch the flags flap, flap in lazy fits. In company of idlers, malingerers us all, Sipping drafts of beauty unbridled, With timeContinue reading “Table”
Sunrise Tilts
Sunrise tilts to anoint the tree tops And, slow as cold oil, runs down their trunks and boughs To splash chimneys and rooftops in ochre. It latches onto the day and, pulling itself above The horizon, snatches color out of night. Copyright 2013 Jessica R. Venable
RootsRewound 