April is National Poetry Month I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project I with happy, carefree heart look through the wood will see each trunk one-by-one; would hide if I could. I with longing hopeful heart; with curious eye search each branch for nesting bird and [...]
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Morning in the Wood
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 5, 2012
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The Inheritance
If I could choose one photo to depict the decades of my life; infuse sweet- bitter memories down lanes lined with bridle reed, an undergrowth of thorn brush with salty tears swallowed by a solitary smile. If I could choose one photo to express the years gone by, instill the things which I have learned; [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on March 20, 2012
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/03/20/the-inheritance/
Scribbling Spiritual Sand, Feb 27
“Is a lamp brought to be put under a basket or under a bed: Is it not to be set on a lampstand: For there is nothing hidden which will not be revealed, nor has anything been kept secret but that it should come to light.” Mark 4:21-22 Darkness to Light Light spread across the [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on February 27, 2012
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Sustained
The first crisp snow, I tramp the glistening trail to no avail . . . small steps as shadows grow, silhouette of darken timbers. These steps I walk . . . through spotted pine listening to memories talk, quicken pace from another time, sauntering sorrow slumbers. I feel the coldness of earth, as winter settles [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on December 8, 2011
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Diction
Foreshadowing it’s all been said… before, you know the prose the verse the unending outline it’s all been said… before, you know the rhyme the imagery the unfinished deadline it’s all been said… before, you know the metaphor the meter the unbalanced line it’s all been said… before, you know the sonnet [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on June 7, 2011
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Where Easter Began…
Before the Cross If I had been there… What would I’ve done? Offered a room, a meal, or none. These are all off human worth; not enough for One of royal birth. Perhaps, I’d have led the donkey… across the parched sand to a stable slightly sullen and fed him by hand? If I had [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 24, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/04/24/where-easter-began/
Child’s Easter Poem
A Child’s Easter Prayer We open the Easter book her fingers turn the page, she sees the hate and rage “They really hurt Him, look…” Little child upon His knee… prayers are simple as can be. “What is the wooden cross?” Her golden tresses tumble… “It’s where He died I mumble.” She smiles gladly… “He’s [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 22, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/04/22/childs-easter-poem/
Children’s Poetry #3
More poetry for kids this week… Toby & the Turkey Tikes Toby dog padded the ground, ran up hills and down; then stopped to gulp the air. Fluffy ears perked high eyes look to the endless sky… The meadow was sunny; it’s grass sweet as honey. Time for some mischief! Passageway via prairie Toby seemed [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 20, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/04/20/childrens-poetry-3/
Into the Light…
One Shoot Photography Sunday exercise Photo by James Rainsford The Open Grave Jesus’ life was short… miracles, suffering, death then His resurrection; the system tried to bury Him, but He opened guarded grave… no gate, nor bar, or stone could hold Him as He rose into the Light.
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 17, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/04/17/into-the-light/
New Life…
Birth Primal dust pressed upon the earth; formed from a grain of sand… a man. Dew drops down to fill the cracks; while man manages to unpack. Primal dust pressed upon the earth; formed from a grain of sand… a man. Fog folds figures into misty haze; while man tracks an earthly maze. Primal dust [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 14, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/04/14/new-life/
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