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
Gasping
Poetry
Feelings: Apathy
Below zero sits a heart
Beating
Lungs breathing
A corpse
Living
Sun nor rain
Can wake the slumber
Micro-Poem Monday: Tears
Tears conceived in loss
Born in pain
Hot they strike
Lukewarm they stagger
Then cold
Only to become
An emblem worn
On the chest
Heavy but valiant
Micro Poem Monday: Rain
In the moment before rain writes
its story on the pavement —
Tension, tight with yearning in the
air
Like a friend with a secret to
share.
A breeze, a breath,
Colder than before, yet somehow warm.
And then — release.
Tears of truth wet the ground
beneath.
Micro Poem Monday: Standing
X marks the spot
Where we stand
Apart.
Our hearts drowned with grief
Yearning for buried treasure,
For arms crisscrossed around bodies,
Not to suffocate
But to grant a sigh of relief.
We long to feel it
But for now we stand.
Micro Poem Monday: Surrender
Tap the reservoir for a drip
Only enough to fill my eyes
Rather,
Relentless rapids
I either suffocate or
Surrender
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
Micro Poem Monday: Anointing
His body, soon to be broken
My jar, broken for that day
When he pours out His blood for me
So I pour out this fragrance for Him
Preparing Him for Death
While He prepares me for Life
Based on Mark 14:3-9
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)
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)
Allyson Howell 